(A/N - Okay, this is my first ever fic, so please be kind to it. I got the idea during one of my more inspirational moods after watching the Series 6 trailer for DW and decided to write it down before it slipped my mind. Please let me know how I did, I'd love to hear from you.)

DISCLAIMER: Anything remotely Doctor Who-ish does not belong to me, it belongs to Mr Moffat and his BBC friends. Anything you recognise is not mine. Please don't sue me, I'm saving up for a World Challenge trip and I want to help some Peruvian orphans.


SUBJECT 4273/07/73 B

Subject Name: The Doctor

Subject Species: Unknown - apparent humanoid

Origin of Subject: Unknown

Date arrived: 7th August, 1973

Action taken: Restrained, interrogation taking place. Occasional force needed.

Dissection notes: Dissection not yet performed.

Weapons: One small device (subject has named it a 'sonic screwdriver') - power is undetermined.

Appearance: Apparent humanoid. Binary vascular system. Appears to speak many Earth languages, including English. Intelligence beyond human knowledge. Eccentric.


General Mark Johnson approached the warehouse and took off his cap as two soldiers opened the doors for him. A guard and a young female scientist - Dr Evans - holding a clipboard were waiting for him.

"Good morning, sir," Dr Evans saluted. "Would you like to see the subject now or go through the notes with me first?"

"You can talk and walk, can't you?" Johnson scowled. "I haven't got all day." He strode off in the direction of the prisoner and Dr Evans scuttled up behind him.

"He calls himself the Doctor," Evans explained. "We don't know what species he is yet, but he appears to be some sort of humanoid. He wouldn't tell us when we interrogated him. He has a binary vascular system - that means he has two hearts, sir - and he wasn't too sure which year it was. I had to assure him several times. Sometimes I think he's quite deluded, sir."

Johnson showed no signs of apprehension as they neared the prisoner - in fact, he looked rather bored. "Does he speak English?" he shot at Evans, looking the prisoner up and down.

"Of course I do!" the man said hotly. "Honestly, what a thing to say." He shook his head, looking at Johnson disapprovingly.

"You sound British," Johnson commented.

"You sound American," the prisoner countered. Johnson raised his eyebrows.

"I would remind you," Johnson said, "that as an extra-terrestrial being you are a guest here and you will show me some respect!"

The prisoner rolled his eyes. "Oh, please. I've defended this planet more times than you've had hot dinners - that's not an exaggeration - and half the time you lot don't even notice!" He allowed himself a small smile. "For a Level Five planet you lot are very unobservant."

"Enough of this," Johnson said. "I'm not here to waste my time." He pulled up a chair and sat in front of the man, taking the clipboard from Dr Evans.

"It says here you're called the Doctor. That's a bit of an odd name, wouldn't you say?"

"Not really. Everyone calls me the Doctor. I don't really know why. I call me the Doctor too. Still don't know why." he seemed to realise he was rambling and shut his mouth quickly. "Sorry. Carry on."

"It says here that your species is unknown," Johnson said. "Where are you from?"

"Gallifrey," the Doctor said. "It used to sit about two hundred and fifty million light years away from Earth in the constellation of Kasterborous."

"I'm sorry, it used to?" Dr Evans said. "Where is it now?" She thought she saw a flicker of emotion in the Doctor's eyes. He heaved a great sigh and turned his face away from them for the first time, as if he didn't want them to see how he was feeling. But those eyes… Evans shivered. They were so young and yet so old at the same time. She realised she'd seen the same look in some of the soldiers she had treated after they had returned, some of them horrifically wounded, from Vietnam. It was like they had seen more than their soul could stand.

"Gone," said the Doctor quietly, and though she thought she saw his hand shaking ever so slightly, his voice was quite steady. "It was destroyed in the last Time War, along with all my people and the Daleks - or so I thought," he added bitterly.

"And what species are you?" Johnson asked, seeming not to care in the slightest that the Doctor's own planet had gone.

"Time Lord," the Doctor said. "Last of, I'm afraid."

"But you look human," Evans interjected. The Doctor raised an eyebrow. "You look Time Lord," he countered. Dr Evans blushed and looked away.

"And what is your purpose here on Earth?" Johnson pressed.

"Oh, I'm just here with my friends. It's all right, they're humans. We're not here to cause any trouble." he laughed. "I'm probably lying - trouble seems to follow me wherever I go."

Johnson frowned. For a prisoner, he seemed very relaxed. Too relaxed, even.

"I see," he said in a clipped tone, and marked something down on the clipboard. He looked up. "You said you were travelling with your friends. Where are they?"

"Safe and sound. They won't go anywhere near me, I promise. I've taken them on a honeymoon, you see."

"I want to question them."

"What for?"

"To learn more about you and what kind of a threat you pose to humanity. I want to run tests to see if you've drugged them and I want to see if they really are human."

"Listen, they're my friends. If I were you I'd leave well alone." the Doctor's voice was light, but it carried the faintest trace of a threat. For a moment, the Oncoming Storm looked just as terrifying as the old legends said he did.

"Is that a threat?" Johnson asked.

The Doctor shrugged. "It might be."

Johnson stood up, kicking his chair aside, and picked up a switch which was connected to leads attached to the Doctor's chest. The man went pale, but stood his ground.

"Is that really necessary?" he asked, hoping he could talk his way out of this. A second later, Johnson flicked the switch and the Doctor lost control of his body as his muscles went into spasm, the electricity coursing through his body like wildfire. The pain was unbearable. It looked like he was having a seizure.

"Stop," Evans gasped. "Please, just stop."

Johnson flicked the switch and the electric current stopped. The Doctor hung forwards in his chair. The only thing that kept him from slipping onto the floor were the restraints. He ached all over.

"That'll teach you to disrespect me," Johnson spat, and stalked away.

Evans waited until he had gone, then approached the Doctor cautiously, lifting his head carefully.

"Are you all right?" she asked, pushing his hair out of his eyes, surprised when his skin felt cool to the touch. He looked so human. "Can I get you anything?"

The Doctor coughed and winced. Dr Evans didn't know if he was capable of talking yet or not.

"I'm going to get you some painkillers, okay?" she said, letting go of his head carefully. "I'll be right back."

The Doctor watched her go, trying to lift his head. For some reason it felt immensely heavy. Everything seemed to be fuzzy around the edges and he ached - he hadn't ached like this for goodness knows how long - well, not since he'd regenerated…

Evans returned with a glass of fizzing water and lifted the Doctor's head again, bringing the glass up to his mouth. The Doctor turned away, suspicious.

"It's all right," Evans reassured him. "It's just something to take the pain away." She lifted the glass again and the Doctor drank steadily, breathing out as the liquid reached his stomach.

His brain was still fuzzy from his recent electrocution and he frowned, trying to remember what it was that he'd forgotten. Something very important.

He remembered very suddenly as his stomach heaved and he fought back a wave of nausea. His airways were closing up. He gasped for oxygen, but for some reason he couldn't get it into his lungs. Evans frowned in concern. What the hell was wrong with him?

The Doctor was still gasping for air as rashes appeared all over his skin. He was sweating and trembling, still fighting for oxygen. How in the name of sanity had he managed to get like this?

"It's just a painkiller…"

Just a painkiller.

Just a painkiller.

The Doctor realised with awful finality as he passed out from a lack of oxygen.

He'd taken aspirin.

(A/N - Thanks for reading! Let me know how I did in the reviews bit and tell me if you want me to continue. Apologies for any errors, I wrote this at 2 am - please let me know and I'll correct them. Reviews make my day. Just sayin'.)