● Elemental Prime,
Or at least it's moon.

Sec... blinked... they were on a moon, orbiting a planet. It was a largely barren moon, but there was an atmosphere... with air... somehow. Humanoid children were running around everywhere, just playing as children do.

Sec could sense their Time Lord half but it didn't quite feel right. It was as if it was distorted... diluted? Much like the aura of his own species.

The Doctor stood beside him, largely ignoring the child as he looked up at the planet with a forlorn expression. The world was largely blue with green landmasses. Just two or three continents from this angle. As there could theoretically be a 3rd continent on the other side of the world.

The Doctor sighed, "I just finished bringing as many Refugees as I could from the Dalek Galaxy here, about twenty thousand years ago.... They interbreed with the native population so much they evolved into various subraces of one united species. It should be beautiful... if they weren't always trying to kill each other... they even call the various subraces 'clans' and acknowledge them as the same species... yet they are always fighting. If it wasn't for the fact I already did it from my perspective, I never would have brought the races here... bloody paradoxes ruining everything." He sighed again.

"Why not drop these children off with the rest of the Refugees."

"Simple, their world demands that their grandchildren survive into another war... like I said, bloody paradoxes. At least I can teach them to fight for the right side. There is enough wiggle room to insure they have a good life... that is actually why I need you."

Sec tore his eyes from the kids and the world and focused them purely on Lord Uzumaki.

The Doctor smiled, looking back at the humanoid Dalek, "I need your lot to help me with this lot. I'll still be around. Alex told me many of us Doctors helped build Refugee planets of their own and have sworn to look after them. Is only right I continue watching this world... I already intend to drop the kids off in Konoha, after a few decades, but until then they need a safe place they can grow up and have kids of their own. I was hoping your people would help with that. These are a lot more kids then one man can realistically handle. I don't even have a shoe for them to live in."

Sec titled his head, "Shoe?"

"An old nursery rhythm from my father's home planet.

"There was an old woman who lived in a shoe. She had so many children, she didn't know what to do. She gave them some broth without any bread; And whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.

"Basically I don't want to be the old woman who gets overwhelmed with raising a swarm of children." The Doctor explained.

Sec nodded, "I can understand that." Looking back at the children playing. Many of his own people had already taken to shepherding the Uzumaki. They weren't even told to, just felt a need to. So many orphans... it was inevitable they needed looking after. "I imagine they are all living in your TARDIS at the moment."

"Pretty much, but obviously that is unacceptable. They need a proper home. Was thinking about building that here, then moving them to Konoha. So that their descendants may face their destiny... might need help building the buildings though."

Sec smiled, "Our own colony... waiting to be settled... We would be glad to help."

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● 73 Years Later.

"Hokage-Sama!!!" The boar nearly shrieked as he jumped through the window into the Hokage's office. ANBU were usually better at maintaining their composure then this.

The ANBU were some of the most Elite Shinobi in any village. Not quite the best but very high ranking. The village of Konoha used them as a military police force and, occasionally, handling the less savior jobs necessary for any village to survive in this world. The ANBU of Konoha dressed in dark robes and dark / gray top of the line Shinobi armor. Their identities were kept largely secret for the purpose of their own protection, and the protection of their families... if they had any but most were too dedicated to the job for such things. They were usually refered to by the animal-styled porcelain mask they wore, as each wore a different animal.

Whatever startled an ANBU to this point... must have been quite the sight to see.

"Report," Sarutobi acknowledged the man.

"Three... SHRINES, just appeared around your Tower! They just faded into existence from out of no where! The civilians haven't seem to notice them but most of the Shinobi have. It's... it's as if the Shrines don't WANT people to look at them so most ignore them without realizing they are there!!!"

The Hokage sighed, Lord Uzumaki never could do anything easy. Sarutobi took a moment to get his Crystal ball out of his desk, to first confirm his suspicions before giving any orders. It showed him everything within the boarders of his village. Not without limit of course. He still had to actively focus on who he wanted to spy on. The Ball couldn't alert him to threats he wasn't aware of. It just showed him places or people he wanted to see, within his boarders.

Looking into it, The Hokage saw three blue boxes, shaped like shrines and each with a lightbulb on their top point. Two of them had some kind of clan symbol on the door. One a purple octopus in a round seal, and the other... the round spiral of the Uzumaki clan. So it was the Refugees. Yet it had only been a few mminutes since the Doctor told him to expect them. The Hokage didn't even have time to tell the Council of his deal with Lord Uzumaki yet.

The Hokage sighed again and informed the ANBU to watch them but not take any aggressive actions. Stressing that these were just Refugees seeking shelter. Almost immediately after saying it the ANBU disappeared.

As if on cue, the Doctor stepped out of the third box while an older man, judging by his wrinkly skin, stepped out of the Octopus shrine. The old man must have a bloodline trait of some sort. Judging by his purple skin, single eye, exposed brain, and tentacles on the sides of his head. Such misshapen appearances could occur from bloodline traits.

To the Doctor's left, from the Uzumaki shrine, stepped out a young man in his early 20s. He had the classic red hair of an Uzumaki but... purple eyes. There was no white in those eyes. It was a pure light purple with circles within circles within circles... a ripple effect pattern... the Rinnegan... the eyes of a prophesized savior of the world... or it's destroyer. It was true. What the Doctor told him was true. Their world was about to fall victim to another disaster.

The young man lifted his head, and looked directly at Sarutobi. As if his eyes could see through the intangible force of the Crystal ball.

The young man smiled, and waved with a cheery, almost playful grin on his face. "Mind if we come up?"

The purple man and the Doctor looked around to see who the young man was talking to, but saw no one. That eased The Hokage a bit. So the Doctor wasn't all knowing.

Still, Sarutobi wanted to test just how much those eyes of the young man beside the Doctor could see. So he nodded his head... and the young man nodded back. Then he activated a Jutsu of somekind. Based on the hand seal it was a-

Suddenly there was a puff of smoke in the Hokage's office and the three men stood before him. The easy going prophet grinned eagerly as the Doctor and the bloodline user wobbled a bit.

The purple old man smacked the boy upside the head. "WARN US NEXT TIME YOUR GOING TO DO THAT!!!"

The young man just laughed out a "Sorry, sorry" before straightening himself up. He bowed to the Hokage, "Nagato, Figure Head of the Uzumaki Clan." Figure head? Who proudly announced themselves as a figure head? Wait a minute- Nagato? Why did that name sound so familiar? Sarutobi shook it off. He was sure it would come to him eventually. Instead the Hokage acknowledged, "Your a bit young to be a head of a clan."

The man child waved off, "Like I said, 'figure head'. The elders of my clan are very superstitious and the moment I was born with these eyes they put me in charge. The Doctor has been grooming me to be worthy of the position our clan forced on an infant. For now, the Doctor handles all the big decisions towards our clan, and the village elders handle the day to day dealings. I just sit on a throne and make encouraging speeches at ceremonies in between my studies." The boy grinned winningly, seeming to be completely content with his position.

Sarutobi nodded and looked at the purple squid man for his story.

"Sec, Head of the Sec Clan," he bowed respectfully. He carried himself with far more dignity then his counterpart. "The Doctor trusted us to look after his descendants after wave country attacked their village."

Nagato spoke up and revealed far more then he likely should have, "The Sec are aliens, technically descended from the Doctor as well. We've been migrating together for the past... 73 years? Yeah that sounds about right. Anyway, we are eager to join a proper village planet side." Nagato smiled, then got another whack from Sec. The man still very much treated the boy like a child and the young man appeared to do nothing to discourage the notion with his immature behavior.

"Planet Side?" Sarutobi looked at the Doctor, who seemed to have no intention of bowing. Of course, you could exactly blame him given his superior station... he honestly might have just forgotten the niceties.

The god casually shrugged, so no help there.

Sarutobi sighed, "How many of you are there?"

"468" Nagato shrugged, "Uzumaki anyway, just under a thousand Sec."

They were both the size of fully established clans. Sarutobi was expecting a few dozen refugees. Sighing the old Kage explained, "There is no way our village could support such numbers-"

"We can support ourselves," Nagato assured. "And the rest of your village if need be."

"How?" Sarutobi asked, while having a feeling it had something to do with the infinite worlds in their shrines.

"Why don't I show you?" Nagato grinned. He held up two fingers from one hand. The fingers were pressed toward in a simple seal. Not a moment later Hokage found himself standing in front of the shrines, without the other two men.

This boy... could do one handed seals. That was Jonin level training, at least. Not uncommon for a clan leader but definitely not usually found in one so young.

The boy snapped his fingers and the doors to the Uzumaki Shrine opened. "Shall we?" He gestured for the Hokage to follow him.

Sarutobi kept his awe to himself as he stepped inside the "TARDIS". There was a large room, as big as the council chambers, with some kind of advanced control panel in the Center, with a clear cylinder in the middle. There were various other control panels all over, with people seated in front of them, clearly working. They eyed the Hokage with nervous smiles. There was an upper floor with doors, and a glass floor... no, not glass, some kind of clear metal.

Sarutobi could see through it at the engine room under him. Yet it was far sleeker and more advanced then even the steam powered engines from the distant continent.

Nagato pointed at the Crystals in a cylinder, "Crystalized Chakra. We call it Lyrium but it also goes by Element Zero, Dilithium, Unobtanium, depends on the culture." Nagato waved off, "Point is, it's an energy source that allows for space travel and, in a pinch, time travel. Not that we can just pop anywhere he want. This isn't a real TARDIS. That technology is beyond us. We can only time travel to preset coordinates the Doctor already programmed, running concurrently with our Timeline no less. So we can't even jump to specific moments of the planets' history. If we leave here, our ship is programmed to return the following morning. Same with every other world we visit, no matter how long we spend away. We don't know how to travel further then that, as we can't program the controls.

"When I was a kid I punched in some random coordinates. You know, just to go somewhere fun-" his sentence broke with his own laugh, "We ended up inside a black whole and it took the Doctor a whole month to get us out. Oh boy, when he got his hands on me-" he laughed again, "I'm telling you, I couldn't sit for an additional month." He laughed hysterically before gaining control of himself.

"Anyway, my people try to spend a day on each world, in rotations... we are nomads, my dear Kage. We want a home. The only worlds we can even visit are other Refugee planets the Doctors created. Although we can appear anywhere we want on the planet.

"At first the Sec lived with our elders in the Doctor's TARDIS. Then we got our own ship once the Doctor believed they could be trusted to drive with training wheels. The Sec were with them for a probationary period but eventually got their own limited TARDIS. We are both descendants of the Doctor, so he tries not to show Favoritism between our civilizations.

"Still, many of the Sec still live with our clan. As our children occasionally married their children. We might not be compatible for reproduction, given Sec are a pod born species with no gender, but we do occasionally couple for emotional reasons." This boy... could really talk, it was slightly overwhelming. He was just flooring Sarutobi with information about their clans.

"Anyway our TARDIS is a more primitive version of Time Lord Technology. Before the ships were sentient or even grown. Though the Doctor did give us a nifty onboard computer to act as our nanny. But, again, replicating that technology is beyond us. We just don't understand enough of the science to build it, just operate the systems we are allowed to.

"Even then this ship is just your basic, bigger on the inside, time machine. Not even an infinite dimension, as that is beyond the Doctor himself, but a minor pocket dimension the Doctor constructed for us. A sphere with a diameter of 20 miles, 'cept that way," he pointed at the door they came through, "That is the door to your world. Don't think of this box as 'bigger on the inside'. Think of that door being a gateway to another dimension. This ship is merely the physical intersection between two dimensions. Like your sealing scrolls, only a few billion years more advanced. All these doors on the upper floor are turbolifts. Those are like elevators, only they go in all directions.

"There are 5 main floors beneath us. The first is the communal district (for schools, the council chambers, the court house, stuff like that). Next is the Social Deck (for the beach by a water park, night clubs, playgrounds, movie theaters, ect). The training grounds below that. Then there is the farm. The last the very bottom is the smallest... and where we keep the dungeon. Last the Dungeon.... only authorized personnel allowed through most of that but we do have a visitors area. Of course with our small numbers, we don't get too many serious crime.

"Being a tightknit clan most of our issues are minor, like the occasional fight or petty thieving. We handled that by both a physical and verbal lashing of sorts... rather embarrassing that. Truthfully we have never had a crime bad enough to need to use the dungeon.

"Regardless where we are now is... rather special," he gestured at a large double door directly across from them. He stepped over to it and pushed the doors open. Inside... was amazing.

There was an entire village behind those doors. Miles of houses and open plains under a bright dome miles high. The dome over the village was painted blue with glowing clouds MOVING across it. Painted clouds... that moved and glowed... Sarutobi almost mistook it for a real sky but there were clearly tiles.

"We're technically in the center of the housing district," Nagato smiled, "Most of the land outside the immediate area is open plains for building more houses... eventually, as you can see, we aren't bigger enough for that yet." He explained, "This place is designed for our clan to grow. Most of us live near the center to be close to the exit but a few of our more solitary clan members live further out."

"You mentioned farmlands?" Sarutobi asked, after regaining his composure.

Nagato grinned, closing the doors and leading Sarutobi to the turbo lift. The lift had 7 sections of buttons, with a hundred buttons each. All were cleared labeled by district.

"You'll get a kick out of this." He pushed a button on the farm level, marked "Deli"

The windows around the large Cylinder lift flashed by from various different directions but Sarutobi didn't feel anything. After a few seconds there was a ding sound and the doors opened.

They were now in the middle of an orchard. Trees everywhere... growing... meat.

Sarutobi walked over to the nearest tree and examined the meat regrowing on a branch... it was actually growing from the plant. A glob of 100% lean ground beef. Another row of trees was growing boneless pork chops.

"It's pure, authentic meat," Nagato grinned, "Grown like a fruit, yet real animal flesh without having to hurt any living creatures. You should see our candy bushes. Our muffin vines are better then anything a human could cook. We even have eggs grown like potatoes. We still have the boring stuff like apples and pears and bananas, all the fruits and vegetables. Even herbs and spices.

"Most interestingly, we have coconut like plants with a gallon of fresh cow milk. Whole, 2%, skin, even chocolate, banana milk, and strawberry. Even a coconut with a gallon of fruit punch inside. Then their is the soda coconuts, those are tasty. My favorite is the Code Red Mountain Dew. Also, I don't know why, considering we have apples, but we also have Coconuts with various kinds of juices. Orange piece, the various flavors of V8, grape, and of course apple. You can tell what Coconut holds what by their colors.

"All this food and drink are engineered to rippen overnight and stay fresh on the plants indefinitely. They don't start degrading until they are picked, and even then they can last in the frig for a month, outside it for a couple weeks. Bit hard to pick but not that big of a pain in the ass. We don't really have use for grocery stores, as a result, and everyone just comes down here and picks the food they want to cook for the next few weeks...

"How would you like a ship like this for every last one of your clans?"

The Hokage nearly jumped out of his skin at the thought. "The Doctor would never allow that."

"He's pretty easy to manipulate if you know how." He lead and whispered, "He melts at the sight of puppy dog eyes."

Sarutobi just stared, not sure if the boy was joking or not. "Why would you go against the Doctor's wishes?"

Nagato grinned, "Just a little business endeavor for my clan. I plan to give each clan, of every village, a pocket dimension. They won't be as advanced as this ship, as I said we can't exactly replicate it, but we do know enough about seals and interdimensional physics to create pocket dimensions of roughly 100 square meters for every square foot of space. If we build a decently large 2 story house, it would roughly fit this dimension in size and levels. More then enough space for a clan to grow.

"Obviously it won't have time travel capabilities, as that is beyond us, but-"

"Do not lie to me," The Hokage glared, "You are obviously hiding something. Why would you even propose this for our village and then insist on giving it to all other villages."

Nagato stared at the man a moment. Then sighed, "I suppose my eyes do give people cause to be suspicious of me... There is a good chance..." Nagato tried to form a non terrifying way to say this... he couldn't think of one, so he just blurted it out. It worked with removing bandaids, "Your world is ending. Forces are at play that will destroy this world, and so many others. I feel it. Something is coming. There will be an emergency fail safe in all the Pocket dimensions that will allow for mass evacuation of the planet, if necessary. Otherwise... if the champions fail... you will all die."

"What have you seen?" Sarutobi dared ask, getting the impression this man, to, was a seer.

"Not much, not even a name. I see an army spanning the Galaxy, killing all that refuse his rule. I can't even tell who 'he' is. He feels familiar, yet so different... and he will destroy everything...

"And these houses will help?" Sarutobi asked.

"They will increase your planetary defenses. At the very least, they will act as an emergency escape plan in case your planet falls. That way your species can survive, even if your world doesn't." Now he was sounding like the world saving prophet his eyes labeled him as.

"Very well, when can you do it."

"As soon as you talk to the your clans and prepare them. I can be ready the moment you are. Then it will only take a night of work."

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● In The Doctor's TARDIS

"How did it go?" Donna asked, the moment the Doctor stepped back into the TARDIS.

"Don't know," The Doctor sighed, "Nagato kidnapped the Hokage soon after our meeting started. Sec and I spent the next few hours being interrogated by the ANBU."

"ANBU?" Donna titled her head.

"Basically the Shinobi's military police force." The Doctor dismissively explained, "All very quaint."

Donna sighed, "I know how much you love to be interacted, probably irritated these... ANBU, into an early retirement."

The Doctor smiled, "Only two. These guys can play mind games nearly as well as myself. One of them, a Ibiki Morino, invited me to his Poker game after everything was settled. Image me, playing Poker with a bunch of gents. Should be an interesting experience."

"What happened with the Hokage?" Donna got the Doctor back on track.

"Hm? Oh well, appears Nagato is offering to do a little construction work for them involving the Uzumaki's understanding of interdimensional physics. Trust me, I'm not happy about that either, but the little brat cheat!"

Donna shook her head, "He gave you puppy dog eyes, didn't he?"

"The little monster! You can tell he was raised by Dakeks!" The Doctor mock pouted.

Donna sighed, for what felt like the billionth time since meeting the Doctor. Seriously he was like a little kid.

"Besides, bringing two genetically modified races to this world was bound to case issues with their technological advancement. The planet already has color movies theaters without television and short band radios without cars. They even got, though they are rare and expensive, dialup computers. Dialup computers! On a planet that hasn't invented the Telephone. The technology is all kinds of wonky already just as a result of this being a Refugee planet... I'm sure it will be fine..." then he went off on her techno babble rants, where no kid could pronounce half the words.

"73 years..." Donna muttered what she had actually been wanting to talk about.

"Eh?" The Doctor hang his coat over a rail of the grungy Interior of his TARDIS. Lots of brown and gold and... smoke...

"It's been 73 years, Doctor." Donna repeated, "And the boys are barely 3 year olds and I haven't even started growing gray hairs!"

Huh oh, the Doctor had been fearing this day would come. Years, for any adult, travel by so quickly it can be hard to tell it flew by at all. In the TARDIS, time goes by even faster, going from one adventure too another. It can be hard to truly judge just how much time has passed inside the Time Machine.

Still the Doctor tried to lie his way out of this conversation, "We travel a lot and-"

"AND WE'VE BEEN GONE EVEN LONGER THEN THAT. Honestly, I looked at your Time chronicles thingie. It says we have been traveling in the TARDIS for 157 Earth years. Why is that thing even set to Earth years!!!"

Now it was the Doctor's turn to sigh, "Because the TARDIS needs to mind her own business." The Doctor muttered. Unfortunately, Donna heard him.

"WHAT!?!"

"She showed you something she thought you should know, in a way you would understand."

"Well she did a pretty piss poor job of it, because I'm lost!!!!" Donna threw her arms up in the air.

The Doctor just looked at her.

Donna groaned, rubbing her temple, "I should be long dead but I have barely aged at all. Please tell me you didn't do that gene thingie to me in my sleep."

The Doctor looked affronted, "I would never!!!"

"Then what the bloody hell is going on, Martian boy!" Donna glared.

The Doctor pressed, "For once Donna, I just want to enjoy something without questioning it."

"WHAT KINDA ANSWER IS THAT!?" Donna snapped, "If I'm not aging, don't you think we should find out why?

The Doctor looked at her a moment, "No... I doubt we will like the answer and I want to enjoy this for a little while longer."

"Oh God! It's the granddaughter fiasco all over again. Well you aren't going to ignore me for thousands years in the hope you don't have to deal with the problem! Now buzz me, Doctor!" She demanded.

"Where are the boys?"

"Danny is watching them, and don't think you can distract me from this. This will just take a few seconds. Buzz me!"

The Doctor sighed, taking out his Sonic screwdriver and pointing it at Donna. Activating it, there actually was a clear buzzing sound from the Techno magic wand. The Doctor then took his thumb off the button and held it to his ear. His eyes widening. He then buzzed himself... and completely started to freak out.

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The Doctor had spent the past 7 hours running back and forth between sickbay and the Console room. It was too the point Donna got tired of trying to calm him down and left to fix the boy's dinner. Then put them to bed.

While she was gone, the Doctor discovered some good news... wait! It was bad news, that was the one... horrible news... the old saying was true, be careful what you wish for. He wanted to be the tenths Doctor forever... now he truly would be.

After hours of testing, he discovered he never had to worry about a new man replacing him again. He still had regeneration energy... in fact his enitire body was built of it... solid regeneration energy. Now organs, no DNA. He simply existed as a being of pure conciousness. Similar to the Q of the Trek Galaxy but much less power... but that lack of power was purely because of his age... he would grow into his power.

He got hurt because he thought he should... he turned into an Uzumaki because he wanted to... but truthfully he was just a swirling circulatory system of Regeneration energy in a solid shell. Even if the shell was destroyed he would still be alive... he was just an echo of Consciousness and, theoretically, could construct himself another "body"... the Doctor new he had run in with similar entities. There were, in fact, ways to kill them...

Answers to questions he had been scared to ask were now answered. And the answers were even worse then he imagined.

Why wasn't the TARDIS rejecting him? Or Donna for that matter? Or any of the other Doctors' companions? If they were time abnormalities, she should be screaming in pain at his mere existence yet somehow she was running better then ever.

It wasn't just Danny's piloting skills. It was as if the TARDIS had more control. She was taking him to both where he needed to be but also making sure the children were safe before going on adventures. Yes, they still occasionally missed a time zone or exact location but not nearly as often... and, if the Doctor was honest with himself, the few times they did miss something was because of his own poor piloting skills. The TARDIS did still bring them where he was needed, but only when he was ready to go there... it really did have much more control.

The TARDIS hummed at him. The Doctor sighed, "It's times like this I wish you could actually talk instead of just projecting animal-like psychic impressions." Shaking his head before leaving sickbay. The moment he reentered the console room he pet the control panel.

"Something bad is coming... isn't it, Sexy? Something truly horrible you tried to prevent. Somehow my kids are the key. That's the trouble with champions. Fate is always pulling pranks on them... please sexy... just wait until they are more grown up to handle what is coming... give me time to prepare them... can you do that for me old girl?"

There was another hum and the Doctor sighed with relief. "Thanks for understanding." He patted her controls.

How was he going to tell Donna? And what was he going to do about the others?

The Doctor couldn't resist looking into what became of his companions. Most of his various companions had apparently never meet him. They had lived perfectly ordinary lives without him... aside from all of them mysteriously wining the lottery. The Doctor smirked at that. It seemed his other counterparts were already aware of what happened.

Their other companions... specifically the ones who had been with him when each of his previous faces regenerated... they were never born. No recorded history anywhere... except with the Doctor. What happened to him, happened to them as well. They were written out of history and written back in as... something new, seemly popping out of the ether.

All the 10th Doctor's companions were still around as Boekind, meaning they must have been present when he regenerated in the history that never was. That was comforting... to an extent. He would need to track them down. The event that turned Captain Jack into an immortal never happened yet he still was, and so were all of them now.

Boekind. All his final companions were described as Boekind but they appeared to work differently from the the few in the Doctor's former universe. They were still a species of immortals, but much greater in number. They could even have children and grandchildren with that same immortality. They were a proper race and not just abnormalities in time.

They even had additional powers as well. History reported all of them aging at a snail's pass. There was even a video of an old Jack, wrinkled with age, bursting into yellow energy, then turning back into their prime like a Phoenix. There was also video of Sarah Jane Smith transforming into a humanoid Boekind with leathery wings, shining in a golden mist. Still it went further then even that. They were reported using Donna's biotics and more advanced ki techniques but also... powers over time. More limited powers, like freezing time and warping space in localized areas (a video of a bullet going back into a gun before the gun flew out of the shooter's hand). It was limited, not being able to effect more then one area at a time, but they could do it. The Doctors were reported doing these things as well, to a much greater degree....

The last companions of each Doctor had been turned into fixed points, immortals... Celestials, based on their powers... soliders of gods...

The Doctor really started panicking as he took a step back from the console.

A running theme was they Doctors were traveling with the companions who had been there when they... died.

All the adventures started just before they were supposed to regenerate, yet nothing before that was recorded in even the TARDIS history archives.

Looking back at the Console, he asked, "There is a reason I don't hurt you... why you are running better and why all my regenerations got splittered off from each other... how everything I remembered we did never happened except for my very first face... he road around in a different TARDIS back then. It's all focused on you... something... terrible must have happened... to you... Something that splinter you and your occupants apart... your the heart of this dimension. It's literal soul. The physical conciousness of the universe itself.

"You're not really a typical TARDIS anymore. It just what you are using to interact with me, all the mez... Each TARDIS holds a piece of you. The essence of the universe itself. They are your physical avatars. It's how you can be in so many places at once, with the other Doctors... you're the God of this world. The conciousness of the Time Vortex itself... At least for this reality..."

The TARDIS gave a sad hum of confirmation.

"That would make myself, and the other Doctors, your white blood cells. We keep you running. We look after the universe as we have always done... only it is more literal now... that is how I have renewable regeneration energy... why my regeneration works differently now... I... I really am a god of this dimension..." the Doctor almost begged her to deny it... but that isn't what here hum gave.

"I'm an elder god. As old as you, but you're young so I'm young, relatively so in comparison to universes. I'm not yet grown into my full potential... the 'lesser' gods, like the Q Continuum and such, are older and more powerful because they aren't so deeply connected to your being. They aged the long way around, where my body is more aware of how old the universe actually is. As a result I'm much weaker then them, to the point of near mortal limitations... I hope I stay this way for a while... but it's inevitable... I really am a god, thankfully a lower case 'g'...

"Still... the rules no longer apply to me. I make the rules... Time Lord Victorious... whoever did this to me... whatever monster shattered you and created our world. They best run. I'm still the Doctor. I'm a madman with a box. Helping where I can... stopping the monsters... that will never change... because... I'm the Doctor who still makes house calls... and now there is an army of me.

"Our most trusted Companions are our Celestials, holy warriors to inact our will. Oh Donna is NOT going to be happy about that... I suppose to there is an upside. As we are so deeply connected now as long as I'm alive she will be to... we can literal travel the universe forever... thank you old girl... for small mercies... my boys aren't though. Finding them was where my timeline began for this dimension. They weren't traveling with me before... they were another gift of this dimension and so not are part of my army of Celestials... I'll have to watch them die someday..."

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● Earth,
Year 5 billion

Jack sighed as he watched the Earth burn. The sun began to expand and consumed the Earth with it. It was... a difficult sight to watch.

Jack was billions of years old, yet he looked just the same as he always did. Even dressed in the same World War 2 coat.

"Lord Boekind," A humanoid tree stepped beside him. For a moment all Jack could do was think about how beautiful she was. However the sight of the dying Earth prevented him from acting on it, out of respect.

"Forest of Jabe," Jack acknowledged but didn't look away from the burning planet.

"Where is your Entourage?" Asked the tree, "Do they not wish to see the Earth's final moments."

"They are just having trouble accepting it." Jack sighed, "We have been protecting this planet since the first fish stepped out of the water... it was hard enough to leave the first time when humanity evacuated the planet... to see the world itself actually die... it's more then some of them can handle."

The Sapient tree nodded, "I never knew what it was like to walk the Earth, but this is where my people evolved. Where so many species evolved. Most lifeforms can trace their lineage to a human that travelled this world. All because your people,"

"We never publicly revealed ourselves to the humans, not until the Solar Flare that forced us to evacuate their people. Although they always had rumors of us... and the Doctors. I'm a little shocked they aren't here... We were kinda hoping to see them again."

"The Doctors Guild," Jabe awed at the concept, "Every planet in the universe has a story about being found by one of the fragments. I admit, as a child... I dreamed about being chosen as on of his companions."

"That usually doesn't end well." Jack finally turned his eyes to her.

"But it be worth it." Jabe insisted, "Just to meet a Doctor would be well worth all the horrors."

"Oi! Not everywhere I go has horrors."

Jack froze, recognizing that voice.

He turned to spot the man from his dreams. The man from a reality that never was, "Nice wings." Jack smiled looking the wings up and down. The back was covered in blue scales while the under side was made up of short brown fur. The Doctor even had a monkey like tail with dragon like spines.

"OI! Eyes up here!" The Doctor mock scolded as he pulled the extra appendages back inside his body. Oddly not damaging his clothing.

"Have you come to watch the end of the world?" Jack smiled, as Jabe tried to form words looking at him.

"Actually..." the Doctor scratched the back of his head, "I have come for my companions. If you would like to come with me."

Jack smiled, then said something unexpected, "No."

The Doctor deflated.

"But I will tell you where we are supposed to meet." Jack informed.

The Doctor groaned, "Paradoxes, can never get away from Paradoxes."

"It's not just that." Jack looked back at the Earth, "Boekind are a proper race now. There are billions of us in our own private mega system... I can't leave them. But younger me... he is in desperate need of comfort."

The Doctor frowned, "What happened?"

"One moment I was saving the universe from a reality bomb... the next I was in an entirely different dimension where I was never born. My Torchwood team never met me and were living happy lives without my interference. Torchwood was never founded in the first place. I had memories of an entire life that never happened... you can imagine how I coped."

The Doctor groaned, "You always were a bit of a booze hound when depressed."

Jack chuckled, "The others are fairing no better then myself. Some tried to contact their former families only to be rejected as raving lunatics. I'll give you the coordinates to all of us, but Doctor... we can't give you what you need. They are like me now. We are immortals. We can't think like mortals... you need someone by your side that will guide you through the values of short lived species... or things will go very badly for all of us."

"I have my kids for that,"

"... Do you really?"