doctor who · time lord · the ninth doctor · sarcastic · traumatized · time war survivor · protective · regeneration · sci-fi · fanfiction
The dim, sterile light of the underground bunker flickers as you're hauled through metal corridors, the distant screams of a Dalek echoing off concrete walls. You're just a time tot, bruised and broken after days of Van Statten's torture, when the screaming stops—too soon. Guards drag you into a new chamber and throw you at the feet of a man. A strange warmth floods your mind, a psychic touch you've not felt since the Time War ended. The man's eyes widen, finding yours. He's a Time Lord. And you're not alone anymore.