The Last of Gallifrey- a Doctor Who fan fiction

The End of the Christmas Angels

Good morning!! (Sorry this update is so late!) Planning this  shabang has been a rollercoaster of emotions. These characters are my babies and you're about to meet the third member of the A Team. (Art, Azzedine, and Andromeda.) I'm so excited.
There are LOTS of perspective changes so sorry! (Not sorry) Happy reading!
xoxo
-zero
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The Doctor's POV

"Doctor," Captain Jack Harkness chased me around the console as I landed the Tardis. "Who is this? And what the hell are you talking about?!" Jack pointed at Zero wildly.

"Oh, I forgot!" I exclaimed. "I erased Zero from your memory to prevent any paradoxes!"

"You did what now?" He demanded.

"Hold still," I instructed him before bashing our foreheads together.

He cried out in pain, and then he face paled as he was overwhelmed with memories. "You-" he pointed at Zero. "You were dead. And you-you're a Timelord! And The Doctor and you-" he made kissing noises.

"Yeah," Zero answered awkwardly. "I'm kind of complicated. But not as complicated as our new friends!"

"What the hell is going on?" Martha suddenly interjected. "And why is there a Dalek in here?"

"I'm Zero," she introduced herself. "I'm the Queen of the Tardis. I'm a Timelord. And I know almost every secret in the universe. And the Dalek is Winston. He likes decorating."

"You're his wife?" Martha asked, pointing an accusatory finger at me.

"No!" I protested. "We're just friends."

Martha raised an eyebrow suggestively and I scowled at her.

"Anyways," I interjected. "We should probably tell you what's going on."
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Art's POV

"Eleven," I shouted at the bow tie clad man as I whacked my Tardis console with a mallet. "Don't take your eyes off of Azzedine! And don't-"

"Blink," he finished my sentence. "I know," he grumbled at me from the roof top.

I had landed my Tardis, or Sexy as she likes to be called (Something to do with The Doctor, I guess.), on the rooftop next to Azzedine. I adjusted the fez on my head as I held a banana to my ear like a phone. With help, and many complaints from Sexy, I was able to open the physic connection between the final member of the A Team and myself.

After I sent a telepathic signal, Andromeda's voice rang inside of my head. "Hey, Babe," a masculin voice flirted.

"Andromeda, I don't have time for flirting," I replied impatiently while pulling up my black pants (They really didn't stay on without the braces).

"Oh," they said sarcastically. "To busy with your lover to pay attention to your wife!?"

"Azzedine is dead," I stated flatly. "And I didn't marry you; you shot me and I kissed you."

"What? How?"

"The prophecy... How fast can you get here?" I asked.

"Art, I'm in prison," they replied exasperatedly.

"So, two minutes if you stop for lunch."