The man responsible for this story is my friend Paul, who kept on at me to write a sequel to T.A.R.D.I.S. until I said yes just to shut him the hell up. What he doesn't realise is he's going to be beta-reading this for me as punishment…

Spoilers: Stargate season 6 (so Jonas, not Daniel) and the new series of Dr Who.

Doctor Who vs. the System Lords

"You have thwarted my plans for the last time!" Anubis glared at the captured SG-1 as his Jaffa raised and readied their staff-weapons.

A metallic, grinding sound filled the air, and the outline of a blue box started to appear in the middle of the room. The startled Jaffa turned to face it, but Anubis was unreadable under his cloak.

The door in the front of the box opened.

"Since I met you, I've been attacked by shop manikins, almost been incinerated by a nova and chased by zombie-grannies." A rather annoyed voice came from inside as a young woman stepped though, "And I'm not even going to start on what you did to London…" She looked round, "Oh…"

"This isn't Sigma-3?" The Doctor blinked, "I need to fix the controls…" He saw Anubis, "You!"

"You!" The System Lord growled, "Jaffa…"

"I claim the right to negotiate under article 57A of the Shadow Accords!" The Doctor said as fast as he could, "And you know what'll happen if you refuse."

"Very well," Anubis hissed, "but any tricks and I will have you cut down where you stand!"

"You can try: many have, but they all failed. Do you know what you're people called me thousands of years ago? The Oncoming Storm. I've seen empires grander than yours rise and fall; I've seen armies of trillions go to war; I've seen the beginning and end of everything. Do you really think that I'm scared of you?"

"I AM A GOD!" Anubis roared with anger.

"You're nothing, insignificant, a speck of dust on the river of time." The Doctor shook his head, "A thousand years from now, no one will even remember your name. I know, because I've been there. You may think that you're the lord of all creation, but now mater how big and nasty you are, there's always someone bigger and nastier out there." He looked at SG-1, "You lot, inside the T.A.R.D.I.S., now! Rose, make sure they don't touch anything." He looked back at Anubis, "Time I reminded someone of their place in the grand scheme of things."

"No problem." Rose nodded, opening the T.A.R.D.I.S. before turning to the stunned SG-1, "After you."

"Thanks." O'Neill nodded, still slightly in shock. He looked around the interior of the T.A.R.D.I.S., "He's redecorated."

"Has he?" Rose shrugged, "Been like this since I've known him. That said, he is a 900-years old time-traveller; I guess a lot can change in that time."

"How long have you known the Doctor?" Carter asked.

"A few weeks now." Rose started to tidy the place up a little, "He stopped some weird looking alien from invading London, then offered to show me the universe."

"London?" Jonas blinked, "So you're from Earth?"

"Yeah." The young woman nodded, "But you're not."

"How could you tell?"

"You get use to it after a while when you hang out with The Doctor."

"Are you two…" O'Neill looked uncomfortable.

"What?" Rose blinked, then laughed, "No, it's not like that at all: he's a little lonely that's all, needs someone to talk to who can understand what he's seen and done."

There was the thud of discharging staff weapons from outside, and the Doctor jumped through he doorway. It closed on it's own, and the T.A.R.D.I.S. started to power up.

"I think I upset him a little." The Doctor grinned.

"You have a talent for that." Rose gave him a very warn look, "So what about our guests here?"

"We'll drop them back home in a little while." The Doctor walked up to the central console, "I need to have a little chat with someone on the way…"


Daniel Jackson blinked, confused. The last thing he remembered was Oma teaching him something important about being ascended, then there was a flash of light, and he was here, where ever here was…

"Sit down, take a load off, have some tea." A voice came from behind him as Daniel's vision started to return: he was standing in the middle of what looked like a busy roadside diner.

"Where am I?" He asked, turning round to see the Doctor sitting at a table with a young girl, maybe ten years, "Doctor?"

"Yeah." The Doctor nodded, "Have some toast: they do fantastic toast here."

"Where is here, exactly?" Daniel sat as instructed.

"Taxi drivers café at Gatwick airport." The Doctor explained, taking a large sip from a steaming mug of tea, "An old friend of mine works here."

"Gatwick airport?" Daniel blinked, "As in England?"

"I thought you said he was intelligent?" The little girl asked with a light Pacific-Northwest accent.

"Smart people can be very stupid at times; just look at me." The Doctor smiled, "Dr Daniel Jackson, meet Allison Clarke. Allie, say hello to Daniel."

"Hi." The girl smiled before turning back to her plate of toast.

"You'll have to forgive her: it's been a while since she's been around people." The Doctor explained, "I'm helping her get used to what she is."

"And what is she?" Daniel asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"A little kid." The Doctor laughed, turning to Allie, "Told you he'd fall for it."

"Look, what am I doing here?" Daniel asked, "I'm presuming it's not just a social call, and I'm sure Oma's going to be wondering where I am…"

"Oma can wait: the one thing I know we have right now is time." The Doctor suddenly looked very serious, "Do you know what Blaidd Drwg means?"

"Bad Wolf, in Celtic?"

"Yeah; Bad Wolf. I've been hearing those words a lot recently, all over time and space: everywhere I go, the Bad Wolf's there waiting for me. I need someone to find out what it means."

"Why me?"

"Because you're smart, for a human."

"Why not your own people?"

"They're dead, all of them. They died at the end of the last Great Time War. Ask your friend Oma about it: ask her why her people, who had come to mine for help so many times in the past, only to turn their backs when we asked for help. I watched my entire civilisation burn to save the universe for people like Oma Desala. I was forced to sit and watch as my homeworld was turned to rock and dust long before its time, just so we could sit here and have this conversation."

"How do you know so much about time? The other's wouldn't tell me anything about you when I asked."

"They're scared of me. Probably more scared of what I'm willing to do than what I can do. That's what I'm trying to teach Allie: how not to use her powers when she wants to. A very important lesson to learn."

"I'm a quick learner." Allie smiled, and then turned to the doctor, "I have to go to the bathroom."

"Just through there." The Doctor pointed to a door across the room, "And don't forget to wash your hands." He turned to Daniel, "She's a nice kid, a distant relative in some ways. I'm trying to help her keep her humanity."


"So, do you have any idea where the Doctor's gone?" O'Neill asked, looking at the double door across the room.

"Not a clue." Rose shook her head as she routed through her bag until she found her mobile phone, "Here you go: the Doctor rigged it so you can call anyone, any point in time."

"So I could call myself last week and pass on the winning lottery numbers?" O'Neill asked.

"No, bad idea." Rose shook her head, handing the phone to Carter, "The Doctor really hates it when people try stuff like that."


"Time…" The Doctor started.

"…Flies?" Daniel jumped in.




"…Heels all wounds?"


"…And again?"


"…Waits for no man?"

"Time Lord." Allie sat back down, "He's a Time Lord, what I want to be when I grow up."

"Well you won't be if you don't finish your milk!" The Doctor pointed at the nearly full glass on the table. "I'm a Time Lord Dr Jackson, the last one in existence. Trust me; I'd know if there were any more out there. I had a family before the Time War started, and I saw them all die."

"Is this something you want to talk about in front of a little kid?" Daniel asked.

"Trust me, she's tougher than she looks." The Doctor looked at his watch, "Time is almost up. Find the Bad Wolf Dr Jackson; for your sake and mine."


"About frigging time!" O'Neill sighed as the Doctor waltzed through the doors back into the T.A.R.D.I.S., "Where the hell did you go?"

"The best place in the entire Time/Space continuum for a quiet cup of tea and a chat." The Doctor started to play with the controls, "Next stop the SGC!"

The End?