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AN: This is a sequel to my earlier stories "Broken Faith" and "Old Faces, New Hopes"; reading them is ESSENTIAL if you're going to understand what's happening here...

AN 2: As this story begins, the first dozen or so chapters will alternate between the Doctor's enemies for this story being brought together to begin their plans and the Doctor's travels with Martha in the new Season Four (The first chapter looks at the main villain for this story and progresses from there); once we reach a certain point, we'll begin the main story

The Legacy of Gallifrey

People often talked of punishing someone by forcing them to experience 'a fate worse than death', but only he knew the true agony of that fate.

To not exist was bad enough, but to be given any degree of existence while simultaneously constantly aware of the fact that you could never exist unless you completed the purpose for which you had been created... to come so close to achieving that goal, only to be twice vanquished by the man who deprived you of the gift of life merely by existing himself... to taste existence before it was stripped from you by someone too weak to truly appreciate what had to be done...

It was intolerable.

It was a travesty.

The man who had condemned him to this did not deserve to exist; all that time spent defying him, and then he resorted to his methods and still dared to proclaim that they were different?

It was-

There it was...

Despite lacking any means to do so in his current condition, he smiled at this sudden new turn of events.

As implausible as it sounded even to himself, there, in front of him- or as close to in front of him as anything could be in this situation-, was a crack in nothingness...

An impossibility inside an uncertainty, about to be penetrated by an anomaly...

What could create such a thing, he didn't know, but it didn't matter; after spending his entire existence as something that nobody believed possible, he was hardly going to complain if another such anomaly was willing to give him a chance to return to the universe that had forsaken him.

What he would accomplish once he was there... in a universe that no longer had any willing or able to contain him from pursuing his exquisite revenge for the torment he had been forced to endure...

As he dived towards the crack, straining towards the exit from his prison of non-existence that would lead him back into the real world, the thing that had once been a man couldn't help but smirk in anticipation of what was to come.

I'm coming for you, Doctor...