One Last Chance |6| The Ascension

Chapter Eighteen: The Time Of The Doctor

just three years since we said goodbye to the Tenth Doctor in "Together We Run", now we must leave the Eleventh. I love the Twelfth Doctor with all my heart, but it's always so hard to say goodbye when they change. and from his very first moments in "The End of Time - Part Two" to that final phone call in "Deep Breath" the Eleventh Doctor was incredible in every way.

so here it is. in tribute to the magnificent Matt Smith and his wonderful Eleventh Doctor... here is eleven thousands words of goodbye

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Once upon a time, there was a town called Christmas. For hundreds and hundreds of years, the people who lived there knew only peace and serenity. Nobody ever came to Christmas, so there was never anything to fear.

That was a very long time ago. Now every child of Christmas knew what fear tasted like, but still they lived peacefully. For every invader, every stealth warrior, every soldier and every spaceship, there was always someone standing in their way. The children of Christmas knew what heroes looked like.

After all, the Doctor and the Angel had been there longer than anyone.

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McKenzie Di Angelo appeared in a flash of blue light, wearing a long cloak with the hood raised. She held up a Dalek eyestalk cautiously, a relic from her time running from the Silence. "I bring proof of courage and comradeship," she declared, her voice echoing around the darkened room. "What is this ship and why are you here? Identify yourselves by species and planet of origin."

Slowly, ominously, blue lights flickered on all around her. Too late, she recognised the bronze architecture as the familiar warcry sounded. "Exterminate!"

"Handles?" she yelled, ducking away from a Dalek beam. "Kas? Wanda?!"

"Exterminate! Exterminate! Exterminate!"

She turned, and suddenly she was back on the TARDIS with the Doctor, Wanda, and a Cyberman head that definitely had it in for her. "Every ship I go on, they just shoot at me!" she complained. "Handles, I said put me on a ship. I didn't say put on me on a Dalek ship. Don't put me on a Dalek ship when I'm holding a broken bit of Dalek!" She hit Handles' forehead with the eyestalk, only to cry out as it rebounded into her own face. "Ow!"

"You did not indicate a preference," Handles stated monotonously.

"Use your head," Wanda advised it. "It's not like you've got a lot of alternatives."

"They're all here," the Doctor realised, looking at the read-outs on the monitor. "Daleks, Sontarans, Terileptils, Slitheen... And they're not even fighting, they're just parked. Why?"

"The message was received throughout the universe," Handles informed him.

He rolled his eyes. "Yes, yes, the message, the message—even I can't translate it. I mean, why is everyone here if they don't understand it?"

"You're here."

"Well, you know, I'm OCD. What's their excuse?"

McKenzie rolled her eyes. "I keep telling you, it's ADHD." The phone rang outside, and she groaned. "Handles, remind me to patch the phone back through the console unit."

"Attention," Handles announced. "Information available."

She straightened, the Doctor and Wanda looking expectant. "Okay?"

"You must patch the telephone device back through the console unit."

"No, no, no," she told it, shaking her head. "Not now. Remind me later."