The Time War: Rebellion

Five

The ride was less violent this time; I wasn't thrown instantly to the floor, but still had to keep a firm hand on the console.
We abruptly landed, and I almost ran to the doors, pulled them open and gasped.
Outside was beautiful. We appeared to be very high up once again, and from up here I could see the grand capitol of Gallifrey: the Citadel. From this height it looked even more magnificent: a moon-sized glass-looking sphere housed a breathtaking city of skyscrapers, glinting in the auburn light. Around it were smaller settlements, some giving off small lights, some not, and some located dangerously close to smoking crashed Dalek ships.
"The mountain of Solitude." came a voice from behind me.
"I thought even Rassilon couldn't track TARDISes?" I said, turning around.
He smiled sadly, and walked away from his blue box.
"I'm not Rassilon."
My gaze returned to the view, and he stopped beside me.
"You know that we have no chance? 100% probability of failure. The chances we succeed is zero. Nil. Success is impossible."
I looked at him. "Today I've been ordered by the President of the Time Lords to locate a legend, seen a freighter ship explode and then fly off again, I've been given my own TARDIS and met a man who appeared in a blue box. After today, I don't think anything is impossible anymore."
He looked down, and rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands.
"Okay. Let's do it." He said exasperatedly. I smiled nervously, and he gave me a weak one back.

Somewhere near Earth, about 1400 years later

The Doctor slammed his TARDIS doors shut, and briskly walked back to the console. Pulling a lever, he sighed. Why did Clara have to be so human? What the hell was a "Netflix Night"? And why was she spending so much time with that PE teacher? Humans were very strange sometimes.
Setting the TARDIS to Flight Mode, he tiredly sat down on a chair. He really was getting too old for this. He vaguely remembered saying this, a long time ago. A long time before this body. His fourteenth incarnation was the twelfth to call himself the Doctor, and occasionally he seriously considered dropping the name and switching to "Please do not Disturb".
A noise awakened him from his thoughts. A knocking at the doors of his ship.
As if today hadn't been strange enough already, he thought.
He reached the doors, and pulled them open, saying, "How many times do I have to tell you, this is not a real police b-"
He realised what was happening in front of him.
A TARDIS, much like his own, was gracefully floating a few metres away from the doors. It didn't take the Time Lord long to realise that this ship was in fact his own TARDIS, but obviously not from the same time period. Scratches and marks littered the exterior, and from what he could see of the inside, the interior was very different. Were those round things he could see?
But the thing that shocked him the most was who was stood in the TARDIS, awkwardly yet solemnly staring at him.
A man in a worn leather overcoat, with battered boots and a weapon bandolier strapped across his body stood before him. The Doctor knew who this was. This was him, a past him, a younger him. This was the him that fought in the Time War, the him that, the Doctor now realised, he had never truly forgiven, despite what had happened in that barn with Clara and another version of himself.
The Doctor stared at the Doctor, who actually wasn't the Doctor, the Doctor realised, as this Doctor did not call himself the Doctor until the very end of his life.
Ah, the joys of time travel, he thought.
He also noticed a boy of about fifteen stood behind him. He was thin yet strong-looking, with a nervous face and arms he didn't know what to do with. He stood awkwardly behind the man who was and wasn't the Doctor, and turned bright red when he realised the Doctor was looking at him.
The man in the coat reached into his pocket and presented a small, glowing white cube, which he promptly tossed out of his TARDIS. The cube gracefully spun across the void between the ships until it found the other TARDIS' artificial gravity. It fell to the Doctor's feet with a clang.
As he reached to pick it up, the old man shut his ship's doors, and he and the young boy started to dematerialise.
The Doctor slowly shut his own TARDIS' doors, and walked back to the console, pulling out his sonic screwdriver and examining the cube.
He knew what it was of course. Vague memories came to his mind of a banging on the ships's doors. After opening them, finding a similar cube and quite immaturely exclaiming "I've got mail!", he was summoned to a junkyard, where his TARDIS inhabited a human form and aided him in rescuing Rory and Amy from a sentient planet.
The cube briefly made a bleeping noise, and then an automated voice stated "0110011." The Doctor knew what this meant: these were coordinates. He thought for a moment, weighing up his options. He could either go to the coordinates and find out what all this was about, or it was a trap, and he should not go under any circumctances. He knew that this incarnation of himself was dangerous, especially during this time during his life. Going to the coordinates also meant potentially going back to the Time War, something he never took pleasure in doing. Anything could happen, and that anything probably wouldn't be good.
He entered the coordinates into the console and the ship took off, sailing through the time vortex.