Notes: The following chapter, and several that follow, are an altered version of the two-part episode 'End of Time'. For the sake of my story line, the Doctor finds Christine (aka, the Archivist) after the Waters of Mars, however, the Planet of the Dead did not occur in this storyline.
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The next morning, the Doctor and the Archivist stepped back onto their separate ships and began the docking procedure to join them together again. Their stop this morning would be to upstate New York, just a few days after they'd left before.
Once the docking process was completed, Archie stepped back onto the Doctor's TARDIS through the new doorway in their control rooms. When she did, first, she saw the Doctor at this console. But it was what was behind him that caught her attention.
"Doctor!" she called out.
He looked up immediately, catching the urgency in her voice. She was staring behind him so he turned that direction as well.
There, standing in the control room of the TARDIS was Ood Sigma.
"What? Ood Sigma, what are you doing here?"
"The Doctor must return to Ood Sphere. We have a message we must deliver."
"Can't you just tell me here? Now?"
"No."
"Can't it wait? You see, we're—"
"It cannot wait. They are coming. We must deliver our message. You must see the dreams."
"Dreams?" The Doctor's brow furrowed as he tried to understand the cryptic message.
"Doctor," Archie whispered as she stepped up beside him, still staring at the Ood. She took his hand and their fingers intertwined almost instinctively.
The Doctor looked between Archie and Ood Sigma. "I promise, Sigma—we'll come to you soon. It's just—this is the Archivist and she—well, we're to be married today, and I'm not letting anyone's bad dreams get in the way of that."
"Your union will be destroyed as will everything in existence."
The Doctor's somewhat flippant expression turned to one of absolute horror. "What does that mean?!" But as he barked out his question, Ood Sigma disappeared.
"Doctor," the Archivist spoke in a hushed, serious tone. "I think our decision has been made for us. New York—and our marriage—will have to wait."
"Then, it's to the Ood Sphere for us," the Doctor said with wide eyes before blowing out a long breath. "Blimey, I wasn't expecting that one."
"I know that you're worried because of what the Ood said the last time you were there. About your song. But perhaps it wasn't a death sentence, Doctor. Perhaps it wasn't what you're expecting."
"Or maybe it was, Arch—maybe it was and I've found you only to regenerate, or worse, die—"
"But I'm here now, Doctor—and perhaps the Ood didn't see that. Maybe things have changed."
"Well, I guess there's only one way to know."
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The police box door creaked open, as it often did. The Archivist stepped out right behind the Doctor. Standing before them was Ood Sigma, this time in the flesh instead of an apparition of their mind.
"Ah, there you are. So, where were we? You summoned us, and here we are."
"Thank you for coming, Doctor." The Ood turned to the Archivist. "Your song, Archivist, is new, yet old. The Ood welcome you."
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FanfictionSometimes, the Doctor meets someone on his journey that makes him pause. Sometimes, that person becomes someone very important to him. Sometimes, he discovers they always were. Notes: This story includes references to and stories of the Doctor's tim...
