Doctor Who Fanfic - Chapter 1

  The TARDIS. A complex machine, capable of no less thatn time travel. The Doctor stood next to it, safe in the knowledge that it was his, and that he could go anywhere with it. Not that it was anything out of the ordinary for him; the novelty had worn out years ago. The TARDIS was only like a vehicle to him, though at the moment home could be a more appropriate word.

  Yet I could be sharing it, he thought to himself. Sharing it with someone like myself. I wouldn’t be by myself anymore. Not if they were there, beside me.

  But ‘they’ weren’t there. No one was. The Doctor was, once again, alone.

  He raised a hand to open the door, but hesitated.

  Where did they all go? Why did they all go?

  He sighed. A positive always ended with a negative. Even Jack had gone. Returning the favour, most likely. Keeping in touch wasn’t one of the Doctor’s strong points.

  As he walked into the TARDIS, the Doctor found himself thinking of memories he’d had within it. Rose, Martha, Donna…Saxon…But that wasn’t a memory. Not yet. There had been a couple of…misunderstandings. Obstacles that had got in the way of what the Doctor believed to be within his fate. The TARDIS had also encountered problems with this. A paradox machine. Why hadn’t he ever thought of that? Not that he would use it. That wasn’t like the Doctor. But, he expected more of himself. Saxon had so many great ideas. Cruel ideas, but great all the same.

  And if I was there, they could be even better.

  Slamming the door behind him, he paced in circles, trying to think of a way to get Saxon back. He’d held him in his arms as he died…but what would happen if that never took place? He could ace beforehand, and stop it all! But, this was Saxon. Saxon didn’t change his mind. The Doctor would have to change it for him.

  He was determined. Numerous amounts of dials and switches lay before him; he pressed and changed them until the TARDIS was alive again.  ___ That was where he was going. And this time, things would be different. For once, the Doctor was doing something not for everyone else , but himself. No one was going to get in his way. The Doctor was unstoppable.

  The TARDIS began to whir, and the Doctor could feel movement, movement between time. He held onto the nearest surface, straining to keep himself upright. The TARDIS was getting faster, and the Doctor was getting nearer. Closer to…

  It stopped.

  This isn’t right. It’s completely wrong.

  The Doctor released his grip, and slowly walked towards the door. Something didn’t feel right. He reached for the door, and pulling it open, looked straight into the eyes of a very familiar face.

  “…Hey Doctor. Hack’s back!”

  “…WHAT?!”