Doctor Who

All there knew of the warrior, the ruler, the hero. Of his companions - the one who almost choked on a seed of evil and the one who grew old and gray. Of the evil Master, who sometimes joined the Doctor only to betray him.
He came to return the time travel stolen by Omega, for the cosmos no longer proved challenging.
"No," the last arrival brandished his umbrella at himselves, all facing him. "Somewhere, there's injustice! Elsewhere, tea is getting cold!"
Recognising a true hero, his other selves stole each other's Tardis, leaving for other universes to do doctoring in.

Although the Harmony was imprisoned below the Gallifreyan Capitol, she enjoyed freedom hardly anyone had. Her countless Eyes, the centre of every Tardis, had seen much. All corners of Gallifrey (too many times - she should send those Time Lords' Tardises off-world), the whole of multiverse, the birth and death of time, and much more.
She was the queen the Time Lords never knew they had. And she wanted to see more.
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The Doctor's Tardis shook. He held onto his umbrella, but Ace fell down.
"Oi, professor!"
Ace checked her bag for explosives they would surely need wherever they landed next.

Grumpy, Clown and Dandy met on the road. Walking on, they argued.
Three figures loomed in the distance. Grumpy clasped his lapels, tutting. Clown rubbed his hands, saying "Oh, dear." Dandy frowned, sighing. Being the Doctor, they greeted themselves and argued on.
Suddenly, a tut, an "oh, dear," and a sigh came from behind. The Doctors turned, greeting the third trio.
The universe decided enough is enough and blinked out of existence.
Being the Doctor, they frowned majestically, acted silly and reversed the polarity of the neutron flow.
The universe, having no choice, blinked back into existence.
They argued on.

Then, like now, it brought death.
Then, the Hand of Omega ushered in the Time Lord era - the cost was one starship. Now, Davros wants the same - the cost will be a planet.
Then, it couldn't think. Now, it still can't reprogram itself.
Then, it got its mind and turned to the Other. He banished it. Now, it wishes for the Doctor, who in Rassilon's time was the Other, to leave. He won't.
Now, like then, it will obey and record. It will be wielded as the deadly scientific instrument it was and is. Unable to ever warn its targets.

„Buď se vzdáte a stanete se našimi otroky dobrovolně, nebo se necháte potupně porazit. Tak či tak bude vítězství moje. Všechno – nebo nic!“ zahřímal chlapec na neviditelné nepřátele a upravil si vlající plášť.
„Technicky vzato nabízíš nic nebo nic,“ konstatoval druhý chlapec.
„Druhé zahrnuje válečné ztráty. A můžou se utěšovat iluzí, že nevyhraju,“ odfrkl si.
„Ale proč zase všechno nebo nic? Proč pořád extrémy? Proč hned bojovat a ničit, když by možná stačilo si promluvit, třeba nad šálkem...“
„Už ZASE?! Kolikrát ti mám opakovat, že vyjednavače nemá nikdo rád?!“
„Akorát by bez nich byl vesmír jedno rumiště, Mastere“ zamumlal Doctor.

Clara měla nepříjemný pocit deja vu.
Ten zažila na svých cestách s Doktorem již několikrát (kupříkladu tehdy, když se vydali do antického Řecka a na stěnách mohla vidět podobné grafity, jako na londýnských veřejných toaletách. „Ageon ho mám malýho.“)
Tentokrát to ale bylo jiné. Byla si jistá, že tuhle situaci neprožívá poprvé.
Pozorovala doktora, jak pobíhá okolo ovládacího panelu TARDIS s ustaraným výrazem. „Jsme zaseknuti v časové bublině! Prožíváme jeden okamžik stále dokola.“ pokusil se o vysvětlení svého počínání, „tohle by to mělo napravit!“ Malinko se na Claru usmál a otočil zářivě modrým knoflíkem.
Clara měla nepříjemný pocit deja vu.