I. Warning from the Distant Future
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Author’s Note: As an FYI to the readers, this chapter is set before the 9th Doctor met Rose Tyler. Chapter’s a bit short, but don’t worry, it’ll pick up later on. I just need to get the ball rolling. Also the "cover" is done by yours truly to accompany this fic.
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THERE HE WAS MOVING MANIACALLY around his beloved TARDIS flipping a switch here, turning a knob there and bashing a panel over yonder while keeping himself from losing his balance until the small blue police box has come to a full stop. I remained hidden from his view until he has landed his time and spaceship safely. I didn’t want to add any further complication to his already complicated machination of his beloved TARDIS.
Finally he landed his ship. Where he landed it this time I have no idea. I wasn’t paying attention to where it was he was going; all I was concerned about was to find him some time in his past before we met on the Titanic.
“Hello, Doctor,” I greeted slowly materializing before him on the walkway leading to the TARDIS’ entrance and exit.
The Doctor came to an abrupt halt when he saw me. I do not know if it was my ghostly appearance (I am astral projecting myself into the TARDIS) or if it was me in general that shocked the life out of him. This wasn’t the Doctor I met onboard the Titanic during that fateful journey; he was the Doctor before he was my Doctor. He was taller, not too skinny and his shoulders seemed broader and wider than the Doctor I met in the future. Also he had a thing for an all black attire and leather jacket. This Doctor looked like he was carrying all the anger in the world, and rightfully so since he was the Doctor who was borne of the Time War (I had plenty of time to learn about the Doctor while flitting about the galaxy and checking up on him from time to time since he set me free). He was still carrying the painful memory of that past and his home planet of Gallifrey.
“Who are you?” he demanded, his voice booming and deep.
“A friend,” I answered.
“How did you get in here?”
I looked down at my near-ghostly appearance then looked back at him. I quirked an eyebrow and gave him a pointed look.
“Technically I am not even in your ship,” I told him.
He gave me a long once over, his eyes carefully moving up and down my form as if he was assessing whether my presence was a threat to his well-being or not.
“Who are you?” he repeated the question, this time he sounded less defensive and more inquisitive.
“I came here to warn you.”
“Warn me about what?”
I know I cannot tamper with time, but I cannot risk losing him in the process. I have seen the future and saw what was to come. I knew what was to happen to him and deep inside me I knew that wasn’t right. I will have a hell to pay for meddling, but I needed to warn him; to embed in the deep recesses of his mind of what was to come and what needs to be done.
His tall forehead creased to a frown. He soundlessly repeated the word I just said.
“I already said too much.”
“No, you bloody haven’t! You barely told me anything at all except for Armageddon!” I got him all riled up now. This Doctor still hasn’t learned to control his emotions.
I wanted to tell him more, but I knew I must keep my mouth shut now. I went back a bit too far in the Doctor’s timeline than I intended to warn him.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized while slowly dematerializing before him. “Just be careful,” I warned before I completely dematerialized. I didn’t leave the TARDIS right away. I remained inside watching him.
He looked baffled as well he should be. He was still healing after escaping the Time War. He hasn’t met Rose Tyler yet, the woman who helped him heal and slowly change to become the man he was when our paths crossed.
He hasn’t moved yet from where I left him standing. He was probably processing what just happened. I hovered over him and whispered in his ear, “We will meet again, Doctor,” I promised before leaving the TARDIS completely.