Thanks to... you faithful [if unaccredited] reader, thanks for making it to this point. My betas, in main moonchild94, my idiotic friend who I can always rely on to make some scathing comment OutCold, Tiva4evaxxx, I swear I'll review everything... er, soon? FadeIntoTheBackground, I must thank muchly for always leaving the most gorgeous reviews despite her lack of knowledge of the weird and wonderful world of Who and enigma-kar, who I also owe reviews and has been pretty damn supportive throughout my record breaking writer's block.

Author's Note: If you're wondering why I was being an award winner above... this is my first completed multi-chap. And sweet crap, I used 're-' a lot in this chapter. Epilogue if you prefer. Let's see... replace, reposition, reasserting, remembered, realisation, revelling, remembered, recoiled, regret... sorry about that...

Disclaimer: Don't own dialogue. Any of it. Only the paragraph-y bits are mine. Actually and the Rhys bit


The Doctor inserted the disc pressed into his hand by Rhys Williams before he had gone. The Welshman had muttered to him in that rough way of his, "Watch it, Doctor, I want an answer for her. You give her an answer when you see her next, Doctor."

"There's one thing I always meant to ask Jack. Back in the old days. I wanted to know about that Doctor of his. All those times in history when there's no sign of him, I wanted to know why not. But I don't need to ask anymore. I know the answer now. Sometimes the Doctor must look at this planet and turn away in shame."

The Doctor looked upon Earth, through the door of the TARDIS, but the machine protecting him still from the deathly forces that surrounded Earth, but he closed it. He closed the door and looked away in pride. They had grown. They were always growing. And he left them to it. Because he couldn't be father forever.

It wasn't his place to replace and reposition things that were meant to happen. It wasn't his place and as far as he could manage, it never would be, fixed points in time shouldn't be unbolted. That was just the way it was.

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The Author: I wasn't originally going to do this bit, but someone requested it to point out that he eventually gave up on his above thought, before realizing, to his horror, the error of his ways, she felt that the Doctor did too little in Reposition and a reminder of his actions in The Waters of Mars would show why there were certain things that couldn't be altered; also she wanted more Doctor, me thinks…

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Four months later…

21st November 2059…

Captain Adelaide Brooke of Mars' Bowie Base 1 looked at the Doctor questioningly, "You saved us?"

The Doctor strode towards her, cocky, pleased with himself, with what he had done, with how he had saved them despite the so called 'Laws of Time'. "Just think though. Your daughter and your daughter's daughter – you can see them again." He smiled gently as she shook her head. "Family reunion."

"But I'm supposed to be dead."

"Not anymore." He shook his head, still revelling somewhat in the magnificence of what he had done.

"But – Susie, my granddaughter... the person she's supposed to become might never exist now." Brooke, however, struggled with the concept of what the Doctor had done, he had told her she had to die himself. She had to die to allow others to live and discover and be all they were meant to be... wasn't that how it worked?

"Nah." He made a face, firm in his own belief in his judgement and Time's reasserting of itself.

"Captain Adelaide can inspire her face-to-face. Different details, but the story's the same."

Brooke interrupted him, unlike the Doctor, she was not blinded by arrogance, she remembered the look he had given her before. "You can't know that! And if my family changes... the whole of history could change! The future of the human race – no one should have that much power."

He lost his smirk, looking at her with grim determination, "Tough."

Realisation and shock evident on her face, Brooke took several steps back. "You should have left us there."

"Adelaide, I've done this sort of thing before." The Doctor began to justify what he had done, not to himself yet, just to her, he was still marvelling in his own skill, "In small waves, saved some little people. But never someone as important as you. Oh, I'm good."

"Little people?" Brooke looked at the man who had saved them in disgust, "What? Like Mia and Yuri? Who decides they're so unimportant... you?"

"For a long time now, I thought I was just a survivor, but I'm not." The Doctor had a mad glint playing on those brown eyes of his that challenged the anger in the woman he faced. "I'm the winner. That's who I am. Time Lord Victorious."

Brooke recoiled from him, understanding now that truly he didn't care what he may have done to Time, or to her family, how he was playing with her life and billions of others. The 'Time Lord Victorious' had gone mad, "And there's no one to stop you."

"No." There was no regret in his voice. Just harsh satisfaction.

"This is wrong, Doctor. I don't care who you are. The Time Lord Victorious is wrong."

"That's for me to decide." Patronising the younger woman, knowing his own intelligence to be far greater than the fifty year-old human's, he pointed his sonic screwdriver at her door and sent her on her way with his signature smile and swagger. Part of his face still clearly showed a childish anger at having been contradicted by the person he had just spared the life of.

"All yours."

"Is there nothing you can't do?"

"Not anymore." Adelaide Brooke walked away from him, Adelaide Brooke who should be dead and still had to die, and had to die toady. Adelaide Brooke who still had the gun. Adelaide Brooke who died that day by her own hand.

And the Doctor remembered. He couldn't change everything... he wasn't that man. The Ood's song rang through the air; his swan song.


I have decided my next new multi chapter Doctor Who fic or crossover will be Eleventh Doctor. I will do my best to finish some of my hiatus stories.

So, cheers for sticking with me. You reader, are a very patient person to still be reading a this point, so I will just say a few more words and vamoose. Reposition Out.