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I had left my brilliant Ponds. I had said good-bye to Craig, but more importantly, I had left my Ponds. Sighing, I stroked the console, hearing a hum of comfort.
“Thank you Sexy,” I said, smiling sadly.
She hummed again and flashed the lights softly. I sigh again and lean against the console. Thinking back to all of the adventures I had with my Ponds and all of my other companions, I smile sadly, thinking about all of my failed attempts to protect them. I felt something drip on my hand and looked down, to my surprise, I was crying. Laughing bitterly and wiping the tears away, my thoughts then drifted to my last face and the events leading to my regeneration into this one.
Without warning, the alarms blared, and I was forcefully thrown from my dark thoughts as the console room suddenly violently tilted sideways. I was thrown around the room like a rag doll and slammed hard into the railing, the air leaving my body in a giant whoosh. Gasping for breath and trying to gain my bearings, I was then thrown again, this time hitting my head on the edge of the console knocking me unconscious.
*TIME SKIP*
I woke up approximately three hours, forty-three minutes and twelve seconds later and found the TARDIS silent and dark, with only the backup generators running. Trying to sit up, I fell back down with a sharp cry of pain as my ribs and head immediately protested my movement. I lay still taking stock of my injuries, which included three broken ribs, a concussion, and a stress fracture in my left ankle. I sat up sluggishly, breathing shallowly, and winced in pain.
Swaying dangerously, I tilted to the side and my hand shot out for balance. I winced, my head throbbing along with my heartbeats and the pounding on the door. I pulled myself up from my slouched position, fixed my bow tie and plastered the fakest smile on my face and pulled open the door.
Slowly, I became aware of people shouting something through the TARDIS door. Crawling toward the door, my vision tilted, making me nauseous. I made it to the door and pulled myself into a standing position, making sure that I didn’t put too much pressure on my fractured ankle. Swaying dangerously, I tilted to the side, and my hand shot out for balance. I winced, my head throbbing along with my heartbeats and the pounding on the door. I pulled myself up from my slouched position, fixed my bow tie, and plastered the fakest smile on my face and pulled open the door.
When you hear an ominous clicking noise, it’s safe to say that you are in a lot of trouble. Especially when that clicking noise is of the safety’s being turned off on guns. I slowly raised my hands in the universal sign for surrender and stepped the rest of the way out of the TARDIS, closing the door swiftly behind me. The first thing I noticed were four guns pointed in my direction. The second thing I notice is that I seemed to have landed on a ship of some sort.
“Who are you?” a gruff voice demanded.
I slowly turned to look at who spoke and saw a dark-skinned man who looked like a pirate. I smiled and said, “Just someone traveling through. I mean no harm, so if I’ll be on my way-“, I tried to move back into my ship slowly, but the guns clicked again, signaling that they were not going to let me go so quickly.
“I’ll only ask this once more,” the pirate threatened, “Who are you?”
I sighed heavily, but then winced slightly when a sharp pain shoots through my ribs.
“I’m the Doctor,” I confessed.
“Doctor who?” another man asked inquiringly. He was standing slightly behind the pirate and wearing a suit that reminded me of one of the guys in the movie Men In Black.
I grimaced at that, remembering everyone who had ever said that to me.
The pirate looked at MIB guy and nodded. That must have been a signal because he and two others stepped forward cautiously, guns still pointing at me. When they came within reaching distance, the two others put their weapons in their holsters and reached forward and grabbed my arms, putting them into some handcuffs behind my back.
The jerking motion of my arms being forced behind my back caused my ribs to protest loudly. I hissed loudly in pain. Dark spots filled my eyes as I blinked rapidly, trying to push the spots away.
The guards hesitated for a brief moment, but they then just continued on like nothing had happened. They practically dragged me to a room that had some sort of glass cage in the middle of it. I stumbled along with them and was roughly pushed inside after they took the cuffs back off, and I instantly fell to the floor from the momentum. Cursing loudly in Gallifreyan as my ribs met the metal floor, I curled in on myself as tightly as possible to see the pain.
Pirate man looked at me stoically with his hands clenched behind his back while MIB guy looked at me with hidden sympathy. I didn’t care. I was too busy trying not to let the pain drag me under. My breathing was very heavy, and I could barely breathe, the darkness in my vision threatened to pull me under, but I fought it back. For now, at least.
I stood up slowly, gritting my teeth, with my hand wrapped around my ribs and my eyes squeezed shut tightly in pain. The pirate who was now the only one left out of the three, watched me as I stood, his one eye not leaving me. He just stood there with his arms crossed. Standing up straight, I kept my weight off of my ankle and stood there, hunched over slightly.
“Sooo…. Is this going to be an interrogation?” I asked with as much bravado as I could muster. Which at this point was not a lot. “Because if so, this is the worst one I have experienced in a very long time, and I’ve been in a lot of interrogations.”
“This is not an interrogation. Well, at least it won’t be if you answer my questions,” the pirate stated.
“I’m sorry, I’m afraid I don’t know who you are or where I am,” I said as politely as I could while still trying to not pass out.
“I am Nick Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. You are on our Helicarrier, and since I’m assuming you’re some kind of alien life form, seeing as you arrived in some kind of ship, you are on planet Earth,” he said like he had this type of conversation all the time.
“I always have to end up on Earth, don’t I,” I muttered quietly to myself.
“What are you, and where do you come from?” Fury snapped impatiently.
I laughed bitterly and said, “I am a Time Lord from the planet, Gallifrey.”
“Are there any more of you out there that I should be concerned about?” he demanded.
As soon as he asked that question, my mind flashed back to the days of the Time War and how everyone had died. How there was no other choice but to destroy my home planet and the Daleks along with it.
“No. There is no one else out there. I am the last of my kind,” I said, pain coating my voice.
Before Fury could ask any more questions, MIB guy came back into the room and whispered something in his ear. Fury nodded and said, “Bring them up and call Thor while you’re at it.”
MIB guy nodded and left. My blood ran cold, and my heart skipped a beat as I realized what Fury had said and instantly, I started panicking. The last time I saw Thor had been right after I ended the Time War, and he had been so furious at me, that he had tried to kill me.
“I’m sorry, did you just say Thor?” I asked shakily. My vision was starting to turn dark.
Fury just looked at me confused, and he didn’t answer. My breathing picked up, and the pain became too much for me to handle. I then fell to the floor, and distantly, I heard someone shouting something.
My last conscious thought was that I was going to die, and Thor was going to be the one to finally end it, not River. The darkness then swallowed me whole, and I drifted away.
To be continued…