Disclaimer: - I don’t own Doctor Who or anything to do with it, it belongs to the BBC.

Note: - This is set after Last of the Time Lords. I’ve altered the ending a bit. Also, in my story, Voyage of the Damned had never happened.

Summary: - Set after LOTTL. After the death of the Master, the Doctor is thinking of quiting his travels in time and space. That's until all of his past incarnations reappear. Could they be the only ones that could save the Doctor and knock him back into his sense? or is he gone forever?

My Immortals

Chapter One

Retirement

The Doctor looked down at Martha Jones before she could return back to her family. He smiled thankfully. “You were wonderful, Martha. We would have never stopped the Master if it wasn’t for my idea.” The Doctor said in a whisper. He looked up over Martha’s shoulder and watched her family, as they looked out the window, wondering what his next move is to be.

Martha smiled back. “What do you mean ‘we’, I was the one that saved your backside.” He grinned.

“Yes, well, it was my brilliance that saved all our lives.” He then placed both hands over her shoulders. “I probably would have died if it wasn’t for you.” He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her, as if he did not want her to go. He held her in that position until Martha spoke.

“Any longer and my lungs would go pop.” She playfully smacked his shoulder. Martha turned her head over to her shoulder and flashed a half smile. “You know I’ve got to, Doctor. They need me right now.” Her tone was turned to seriousness.

The Doctor nodded, “I know.” But before she left him, he gave her one last hug. Just to show how much he appreciated her effort in saving the universe.

Small streams of tears ran down from Martha’s eyes and down her cheeks. “I hope this isn’t a goodbye, because I will come back one day. You just wait and see.”

“Oh I’ll be waiting Martha Jones. I’ve got all the time in the world to wait.” He wiped away the tears from her cheeks with his thumbs.

Martha looked up at him, just realizing something important. Quickly, she dipped her hands into the pocket of her jacket and pulled out her mobile phone. “Here,” she handed it to him, “if you ever need me... just ring and I’ll be here, waiting for you.” She stood on her tip toes and kissed his cheek. Martha sniffed sadly and turned her back to him.

The Doctor slipped the phone into his pocket and made his way inside the TARDIS. He rubbed his face with both his hands and sighed deeply. He pulled out the phone from his pocket, looked down at it and bit the bottom of his quivering lip.

“I’m so, so sorry, Martha Jones.” Their moment was to be their last and never will the Doctor meet Martha, Captain Jack, Rose, Sarah Jane and K-9 ever again. He had been travelling for over nine centuries now, and he felt like this time needed for fighting, rescuing, dying, travelling needed to stop. He had a chance with his late incarnations and now was the perfect opportunity.

After all the pain he had been through – nearly getting his best friends killed, watching the ones he loved die in front of him, planets being destroyed, genocide was sometimes an opened option. He was alone and afraid. The TARDIS and death was his eternal companions, they were there for him always.

“I’ve got to stop this – I need this break.” The Doctor bantered to himself, whipping off his long coat and tossing it over the brown, battered chair. “Life is short and I die so soon.” He began flicking and pushing the controls of his TARDIS, he looked up at the glowing, green console and smirked sadly. “It’s just you and me, old girl.” He patted the edge of the console and continued his work, when suddenly...

BANG!

The TARDIS had gain loss of control of herself. The Doctor was thrown from left to right, whining and shouting in pain as he banged several times against the TARDIS console and against the walls. Great sparks of fire and electricity burned through his clothes and scarring his skin. One last thrust through the time vortex was enough to get the Doctor knocked out cold. He had banged his head against something solid.

Slowly, and with a throbbing pain, he opened his eyes slowly. His vision had turned fuzzy and he felt dizzy. The Doctor could only make out dark figures standing over him, looking down at him and talking amongst each other. One man had started poking his ribs with the tip of his umbrella.

“I think he’s coming around.” One of them said. “Give the man some space to breathe.”

The other backed off. The man with the umbrella bent down and helped the Time Lord up from the ground. The Doctor’s head pounded and he gritted his teeth.

“Ohh my head.” The Doctor whined, placing both hands over his head and holding it in place – as if it were about to drop off at any second.

“Are you alright there, old chap?” Another man questioned. He wore a frock, emerald green coat and had shoulder length curly, brown hair. His pale eyes sparkled delightfully. The man reminded the Doctor of someone he once knew, but couldn’t quite find the name.

“Here,” a man with a deep, velvet voice said. “Take this; it’ll make you feel a lot better.” He handed the Doctor a cup of tea. The Doctor accepted the cup from his hands and took a few sips from it.

Once the Doctor got his vision back and that he saw the people in front of him. He immediately dropped his cup and bounced back up on his feet. “IT’S ME-YOU-ALL OF US!”

The Doctor’s past incarnations looked at each other queerly. One Doctor marched straight up to the tenth one, giving him an awful glare. It was his sixth form. “Yes, and it’s think it’s about time that we should all have some sort of an answer from you, hmm?”