The Last of Gallifrey- a Doctor Who fan fiction

The Last of Gallifrey

HAPPY FICMAS!!! So, get ready for my best work yet. Lots of new characters and possibilities for the future!
This chapter is dedicated to my dear old pal, izzyrxze .
Thank you for designing and creating characters, perfecting scenes, and helping me kind of shape the next few chapters! (Seriously, I need to have two names down for author!)
Anyways.... the first part of the chapter is in third person. It is also with new characters, so bear with me.
Happy Christmas and happy reading!
xoxo
-zero
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On a blue planet, in a old country, in a ruddy little town there was a street. And on that street was a little blue box. And in this box sat two boys who were the most impossible creatures in the whole universe.

They were curious little things sitting high in hammocks in a curious room. One boy clad in purple converse with two hearts and a human mind. And the other boy dressed in an army jacket; this child was the most impossible thing in all of the universe. He held entire galaxies inside of himself, one might go as far as say a whole universe. He was bigger on the inside, and no one would ever guess if it wasn't for his glowing, gold eyes.

The two impossible boys studied the room around them; it was full of wondrous and terrifying things. It was as if the room was giving you a gift; the entire universe could be yours. But bismuth that seemed to be growing from the nooks and crannies of the room brought a bone-chilling message to light: they were going to die.

And then this message seemed to reach the boy in the purple converse. "It's spread all over the Tardis," he murmured to his friend. "Will it spread to us?" Fear danced in his eyes, and the older boy saw this and sighed.

"First," he spoke carefully, "it will consume me." He glanced at his companion. "And then it will begin to spread to you."

"It will spread to you first because-" the younger boy began.

"The glitch eats time energy," he sighed and continued. "And it especially likes Tardises. But there's only two of those in the universe..."

Anxiety hung heavy in the air around the two boys. And for a moment the only sound was the hum of the Tardis. "Azz, the prophecy-" the boy with the golden eyes began.

"Is complete rubbish," Azz interrupted his friend.

"Is beginning to come true," the boy ignored his a friend's remarks. "There are angels outside of those doors! You know how it goes! The angels are involved, and the last time we saw The Doctor-"

"-he barely knew us," Azz finished his sentence. "Art, for the last time, you aren't taking me home! I didn't start traveling with you just so you could drop me off when things got scary!" He said angrily.

Art sighed. "Then we're going to need some help," he began climbing out of his hammock and down makeshift ladders and rigging to the console. "Write a note to Eleven! Tell him to bring me a fez!" And, at that, Art yanked a lever on the console and, with a jolt, the Tardis began dematerialising.
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Zero's POV

I sat in the pilot chair watching The Doctor fiddle with the console. Worry was plastered on his face as he muttered to himself distractedly.

"TEA FOR THE QUEEN!" Winston screeched as he wheeled into the room, causing me to jump.

"Thank you, Winston!" I said warmly as he handed me a large mug of tea. "Doctor, what's bothering you?" I asked the older Timelord as I sipped my drink.