Chapter One

"Hey, Doctor, what's in here?" Amy asked as she looked into the dimly lit room and the Doctor walked toward her. They had been exploring the interior of his newly remodeled TARDIS and even the Doctor was surprised by the things and rooms they had found. Watching his dark hair shimmer in the overhead light, she smiled at him as he stood beside her and placed his hands in his pockets. He reminded her of a young university professor with his tweed jacket with elbow patches on the sleeves, white shirt, tiny black bow tie, black trousers and black shoes. He looked into the room as he brushed some hair from his eyes and took the sonic screwdriver out of the pocket of his jacket. Scanning the room, he walked inside while Amy followed behind him and her pink converse squeaked on the wooden floor. "Looks like some sort of art gallery."

The Doctor didn't say a word as he looked at the painting and portraits on the walls and read the small brass plates at the bottom of the frames.

"Rose," the Doctor whispered as he looked up at the painting of Rose and his clone of his tenth life, holding each other and smiling at him. He kept walking when Amy stopped at ten portraits hanging in rows of two and the name plates read DOCTOR.

"Doctor, are these the guys who traveled in the TARDIS before you?" Amy asked, pointing to the portraits and he walked back to her.

"No, that me," he said.

"How can that be?"

"I'll tell you later," the Doctor said as he walked away and she shrugged, following him further into the shadows. They kept walking until they came to the back of the gallery and on the far wall hung a lone portrait. They walked closer as Amy looked up at the two young people sitting on a bench and smiled. The girl in the portrait had brown hair that stopped at her shoulders and her small hands rested in her lap. She was wearing a skin tight silver cat suit and silver boots and her right ankle was crossed over her left ankle. The young man in the portrait had light brown hair and his right arm was over the girl's shoulder, his right hand bent back like it was pointing at something. He was wearing a white shirt, a kilt, a sporran and tan boots and both of them were smiling.

"Who's that?" Amy asked as he looked at the portrait when his hearts suddenly slammed in his chest and he felt dizzy. His eyes rolled into his eyes as he slid to the floor and Amy gasped. "Doctor?"

It took a few minutes for the Doctor to open his eyes when he noticed that she was holding him and he looked up at the portrait.

"Jamie? Zoe? I am so sorry," the Doctor whispered as the tears trickled down his cheeks and Amy rocked him.

Space Station W3 – The Wheel

Commander Zoe Herriot-Banks stared at the computer screen while she read the report then sat back in the chair and rubbed her eyes. She saved the report then turned the computer off and stood up, walking toward the door. The door hissed open while she left the office and the lights clicked off as the door hissed shut. Walking down the hallway, she nodded at some of the other officers that passed by and she stood in front of the doors to the lift and pushed the button. While waiting for the doors to open, Zoe looked at the small display screen above the door and softly hummed.

"Zoe?" a voice called out, making her turn around to see if there was anyone behind her but there was no one in the hallway. Sighing, she heard the doors to the lift open and walked inside the lift, pushing the button to the living quarters.

Inverness, Scotland

11 September 1795

James "Jamie" Robert McCrimmon slept under the thick duvet and sighed, shifting on the bed until he got comfortable. His light brown hair was now gray with a peppering of brown and was sticking up onto of his head. Yawning, he rolled onto his back when someone snuggled closer and rested their head on his right shoulder. Not waking up, he wrapped his arm around his wife, Anne, and she placed her hand on his left shoulder. Neither of them noticed the door to their bedchamber opening and a pair of tiny feet moved toward the bed. Carefully, a small, four year old girl crawled onto the bed when she sat in the space between Anne and Jamie and the little girl looked at him.

"Paw-paw?" the small girl whispered as she poked him in the stomach but Jamie didn't move, making her frown. She poked him again but he didn't move as she moved Anne's arm and crawled upward, poking Jamie's chest. She poked him once more when his hazel eyes snapped open and he grabbed her. She squealed as he started tickling her and Anne woke up, nearly falling off the bed. Glaring at them, Anne sighed as their granddaughter looked at her and Jamie took her tiny hands in his.

"I think Nan's mad at us," Jamie said and their granddaughter nodded.

"We're sorry, Nan," Hannah said and Anne smiled.

"Well, seeing that I'm up, guess I should go start breakfast," Anne said as she got out of bed and he looked at her.

"We've got servants for that. Get back in bed," Jamie said as she looked at him and he gave her a wink.

"You know that I always help out in the kitchen," Anne as she lifted Hannah off of him and walked toward the door, leaving the room. Yawning, Jamie got out of bed as he walked to the small table and poured the water into the bowl. Washing the sleep from his eyes, he wiped his face with a towel then looked into the mirror. Suddenly a man with dark hair and a sly smile appeared beside him in the mirror and he smiled.

"Good morning, Doctor," Jamie whispered as the image faded and he sighed, placing the towel on the table.

UNIT Headquarters - 2010

Brigadier Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart looked out the window while the car moved down the road and watched the trees going by. He had long since retired from service but for UNIT to call him out of the blue made him wonder exactly what was going on. The only other time he had been called was when his dear friend Sarah Jane Smith asked him to help her with some trouble she and her son, Luke, had gotten into.

He had always like Sarah Jane and was happy that she had a son. His children had all grown and moved away, he did hear from them from time to time, but, mostly, he was on his own. There were times he missed his youth and going out on missions but, most of all, he missed his old friend, the Doctor. He had met several different versions of the Doctor over the years and wondered if his old friend had changed yet again.

The car stopped outside a large brown and gray stone building as the driver got out of the car and walked to the passenger side door, opening it.

"Sir!" the solider said while saluting him and the Brigadier nodded, smiling. He nodded then walked to the stairs and slowly walked up them, heading for the door. Opened the door, he walked down the hallway then stopped at the door and Captain Sarah Benton was painted on the glass. Knocking on the door, he waited for a few seconds when the door opened and a tall, young woman looked at him. Her black hair was pinned back in a tight bun and the lights shimmered in her ice blue eyes.

"Ah, Brigadier, it's been a long time," Captain Benton said.

"Yes, it was at your grandfather's funeral, wasn't it?" the Brigadier said and she nodded. Sergeant Benton was one of the Brigadier's best men when he was working for UNIT and Captain Benton was just as dedicated to UNIT as her grandfather was. "So, if you don't mind, why am I here?"

"I'm afraid that it's a Code Ten, Sir."

"You have to forgive me, Captain. I have been out of touch for some time. What is a Code Ten?"

"A Code Ten deals with artifacts that we have acquired over the years that have become active."

"Ah, I see. What does this have to do with me?"

"Well, Sir, the artifact in question is….The Tri Eye," she said and a cold chill moved through the Brigadier.

"My word, there is a name I haven't hear in a long time. Are you sure that it's active?"

"Yes, Sir, I have the report on my desk," she said then let him inside her office, closing the door behind her. The office was typical of any UNIT office as they walked to the large oak desk and she held the chair out for him to sit down. Nodding, he sat down when she placed the file in front of him and the Brigadier placed on his reading glasses. He read over the information then sat back in the chair and sighed.

"Oh, dear," he sighed and Captain Benton nodded.

"We need to know what to do, Sir. The signal is getting stronger."

"There is only one thing we can do, Captain. We need to find the Doctor," the Brigadier said and looked at the old black and white photographs of the Doctor, Jamie and Zoe.