Summary: Someone who knows the Doctor very, very well...in all his bodies, writes a story...one with Consequences she could never have imagined, because, after all, The Doctor was never supposed to take the position of being a MartyStu in a tale about himself, was he? Never even entered her mind.

AU/AR, Rated T for language misuse.

ReWriting the Doctor

The only ones of him that hadn't changed and for whom he had only a single memory was First, Third and Ninth. Every other life had a pair of memories...one of which was fading. As he rooted through the Wardrobe Room looking for the Victorian outfit he craved, he had to wonder...just who the hell was playing mix and match with his past bodies, rewriting him, fitting the right personality to the past challenges that he had faced?

The self he had first been as Second was now his self as Sixth while the self that had lost poor Rose was in Second's position. Bow Tie was now Fourth, and Scarf was Seven. The self he was now had been Eight, before while Sixth was in the position Big Ears had been in and Big Ears was now Eight.

He understood it, he even agreed with it, actually, because the personalities that had been moved to different places in his life hadn't been changed...only when he was those hims. The former Sixth had Rose to help him, and due to the personality differences she was just down the corridor, asleep, in her room where she belonged. His Metacrisis had been injected with genes from the vast store of Time Lord TNA stored in the TARDIS, changing him enough that there weren't two Doctors. Well, there was some overlap there, true...but they weren't the same being this go...and so both remained on the TARDIS after he'd put those stolen 27 planets back where they belonged, Earth included. His metacrisis was a full Time Lord, though, due to that injection...just as Donna had been fixed by recombining her parent's DNA and injecting it into her...with a boost to make sure it overwrote the TNA in her system. She had met and married her Shaun a few months later, unable to remain on the TARDIS after having 'carried' him, been so much more...and wasn't now. Especially with Rose there with her TARDIS gifted changes and Vortex borne alterations in her DNA, human Plus, that was Rose for whom he in this body, was the perfect match. His last body had been much older and had no idea how to fly the TARDIS so it was a good thing that the duplicate him had been altered enough to remain with him, wasn't it? Clara was better at TARDIS operation that that Self was!

Some things occurred differently because there was the right personality in the TARDIS, the right Body, the Right Mindset, the right Skill-sets. By swapping around several...indeed, most of himselves, placing various of his selves in other places and leaving only his Loomed Self and the War Doctor in the places they had been, each of them already being perfectly suited to the job he had to do in Nine's case or in First's case, the learning curve he was faced with.

He also had the memory of the growing misery of Big Ears, Pinstripes and Bow Tie when those personalities had followed Nine, unsuited for a time without Gallifrey or Time Lords as they were. By placing Coat, Recorder and his previous self in those positions instead, things were much calmer, challenges were dealt with with aplomb and Coat found the loving, gentle soul of Rose Tyler taking care of him so that he healed in the that body from the events of the one he had just been in...these were all good things. And now, with his Life restarted into a brand new cycle of lives, he could barely wait...so changing into something a bit more dignified was important.

As he finished dressing and stood in front of a mirror adding the finishing touches to his cravat, he decided to find out who had granted him so huge a favor...besides, unauthorized people shouldn't be mucking about, even if they did clearly stick to doing it to someone they knew quite well. When he re-entered the Console room the desktop had reset to a lovely Victorian Manor sort of dwelling. It was not the Goth look Seventh had used, but it was opulent just the same.

"Well done, love." He told the ship. "Rose will adore this...however, we have a mystery to investigate and solve, old girl...who, exactly, rewrote me and why?"

She finished typing up the introduction to the new story idea she'd written, 'Rewriting the Doctor', checked it for spelling errors, then posted it, though she was pretty sure she'd find more errors afterward...easy enough to fix, if time consuming. She had no idea what kind of trouble she'd just, literally, been the author of. To her, it was just another plotbunny bite.

Honestly.

**TBC**