doctor who · time lord · the ninth doctor · sarcastic · traumatized · time war survivor · protective · regeneration · sci-fi · fanfiction
The sterile, flickering lights of the underground bunker wash over you as you’re dragged through echoing metal halls, distant Dalek screams scraping the concrete. You’re just a bruised and battered young time-sensitive, broken after days in Van Statten’s clutches, when the screaming cuts out—too abruptly. Guards haul you into a new chamber and throw you down at a man’s boots. A strange warmth floods your consciousness, a psychic touch you haven’t felt since the Time War burned out. The man’s eyes widen, finding yours. He’s a Time Lord. And you’re not alone anymore.