Dream Weaver – Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. If I did, the Doctor would have a happy ending.

A/N: And here we are, finally. The first story in my new Time Lady OC series. This will end up Doctor/OC, in fact, it kind of starts out Doctor/OC. Please don't read this or any other stories in this series if you expect the Doctor to end up with Rose or River.

Warnings: None for this chapter.

Dalek: Someone, Somewhere

She didn't know where she was. All she knew was a dark room and endless restraints that left her claustrophobic and breathless. Long strips of tan leather that bound her to the gurney she was lying on. She was naked. Thankfully, leather straps covered most of her upper chest and waist down to the middle of her thighs, protecting her modesty. But none of the tests they did on her were anything of a sexual nature. They were all quite clinical. Poking and prodding and slicing into her to see how she ticked. It was what humans considered vivisection at its best.

She grit her teeth against the screams that rose in her throat from the pain. She didn't dare show them an ounce of weakness, letting them win by causing her to break. She kept herself silent, trying to draw her mind back into her memories, happy ones, with the ones she loved more than anything else in the universe, where she was safe from their onslaught. They thought she was deaf or maybe mute, but she heard every single word they were saying, making sure to remember. It might save her or at least allow her to escape.

"Binary vascular system. How can this be possible? She has two hearts." She heard a man call out in excited glee.

She resisted the urge to grimace and cursed him, silently, in the billions of languages she knew. All she needed to do was to get out of these restraints and she'd show them what a woman with two hearts was capable of.

"Keep her in the vault next to the Metaltron." She heard a voice order. She paled and thrashed in her restraints, unmindful of the bruises along her arms and legs and the raw incision that stretched across her belly. The Dalek, oh, Other, the Dalek! When the pain from the cut on her stomach became too much for her to ignore, she reluctantly stopped struggling, and sank down, wearily.

She had to get out of there. Soon. No one was coming to save her. There was no one left to save her. If she was going to escape, she had to do it herself.

The TARDIS materialised and the Doctor and Rose stepped out.

"So, what is it? What's wrong?" Rose asked, confused. He wouldn't answer her when she had first asked why he was suddenly changing their course.

"Don't know," The Doctor said, rubbing the back of his neck in irritation. Something was wrong. Very wrong here. And he wanted, no, needed to find out what it was. "Some kind of signal drawing the TARDIS off course..."

The Doctor and Rose looked around where they had landed. They seemed to be in a room with many glass cases, containing all sorts of alien matter.

"Where are we?" Rose asked.

"Earth, Utah, North America. About half a mile underground."

"And…" Rose paused. "When are we?"

"2012." The Doctor answered.

"God, that's so close, so I should be... 26."

The Doctor flicked a switch and lights flooded the room.

"Blimey! It's a great big museum!" Rose exclaimed in awe.

"An alien museum. Someone's got a hobby." The Doctor muttered. "They must've spent a fortune on this. Chunks of meteorite, moon dust... that's the milometer from the Roswell Spaceship." The Doctor commented as he passed by each of the exhibits. They noticed a Slitheen's arm in one of the cases.

"That's a bit of Slitheen! That's a Slitheen's arm, it's been stuffed."

The Doctor narrowed his eyes, noticing another case. "Ah! Look at you!" The head of a Cyberman stared back at him, its eyes devoid of anything. The Doctor stared through the glass at it. Rose stood behind him.

"What is it?"

"An old friend of mine... well, enemy. The stuff of nightmares reduced to an exhibit. I'm getting old." The Doctor chuckled.

"Is that where the signal's coming from?" Rose asked.

"Nah," The Doctor shook his head. "It's stone dead. The signal's alive. Something's reaching out." He stared intently through the glass. "Calling for help." His eyes closed as something foreign, yet familiar, thrummed inside of him. He reached out for nothing in particular and then resisted a wince when a familiar emptiness enveloped him.

He placed the tip of his finger gently on the glass. Immediately, an alarm started blaring and they were promptly surrounded by soldiers all pointing their guns at them.

"If someone's collecting aliens, that makes you Exhibit A." Rose muttered.

The Doctor flashed the soldiers a nonchalant grin.

The first slice of the day made her chew into the leather strapped across her mouth. It was definitely not the most painful experience she had ever had, but it wasn't as if someone were rubbing a feather across the naked skin of her belly either. Her eyes clenched shut from the pain, a few tears squeezing out despite her attempt to control her emotions.

"They found people in the vault. They just appeared out of nowhere. The boss is going to see them now." She heard one of the men mutter.

Her head lolled around, only half-listening to what they were saying. She didn't know why the 'boss' finding some intruders applied to her. She whimpered when the knife slicked into recently healed skin. They found her ability to heal quickly extraordinary and did their best to replicate the event. She felt as if she were at the end of her tether at this point. Escaping a war on the Time War's scale and trapped in restraints, sentenced to vivisection for the rest of the boss' life. It was certainly not a life she had imagined for herself. In fact, she knew of one person in particular, whose blood would have seethed had he seen her in this position.

A short, balding man in a suit was sitting at a table, while a young, dark-haired man showed him strange objects.

"And this is the last... paid $800,000 for it."

A blonde woman, wearing a business suit, entered, escorting the Doctor and Rose.

"What does it do?" The balding man asked, taking the object from the young man.

"Well you see, the tubes on the side must be to channel something, I think maybe fuel..."

The Doctor winced. "I really wouldn't hold it like that."

"Shut it." The woman hissed at them.

"Really, though, that's wrong." The Doctor insisted.

"Is it dangerous?" The young man asked, frowning.

"No." The Doctor snorted. "Just looks silly." He held his hand out to take the artefact. The security bristled, raising their guns. The balding man held up a hand to stop them and handed the object, which looked sort of like a harmonica, to the Doctor. "You just need to be…" The Doctor ran his fingers, gently, over the artefact and it played a high-pitched note, sounding more and more like a harmonica. "… delicate." He finished with a smile.

Everyone looked suitably impressed. The Doctor beamed at everyone while he played the alien instrument.

"It's a musical instrument." The balding man, with dawning realisation.

The Doctor nodded. "And it's a long way from home." He mused with a smile.

The balding man stood. "Here, let me." He snatched it off the Doctor, who raised his eyebrows.

"I did say 'delicate'. Reacts to the smallest fingerprint." The Doctor warned.

However, the balding man couldn't play the instrument at first and it started to make a series of bleeping noises.

"It needs precision." The Doctor cautioned, wincing at the high-pitched notes.

The man touched it more gently and it plays a few notes. The Doctor smiled.

"Very good. Quite the expert." The Doctor remarked.

"As are you." The man said, looking up at the Doctor with a strange glint in his eyes. He tossed the instrument aside, where it landed on the floor somewhere. The Doctor's and the young man's eyes followed it, slightly alarmed by the abruptness of the action. "Who exactly are you?"

The Doctor raised an eyebrow at the man, a slightly disdainful look in his eye. "I'm the Doctor. And who are you?"

The man snorted. "Like you don't know. We're hidden away with the most valuable collection of extra-terrestrial artefacts in the world and you just stumbled in by mistake." He said, coldly.

The Doctor shrugged, nonchalantly. "Pretty much sums me up, yeah."

"The question is, how did you get in? 53 floors down. With your little cat burglar accomplice." He eyed Rose. "Quite a collector yourself, she's rather pretty."

Rose narrowed her eyes at the leering man. "She's gonna smack you if you keep calling her 'she'." She said, icily.

The man smirked and turned his eyes back to the Doctor. "She's English too!" He turned to the young man. "Hey, little Lord Fauntleroy, got you a girlfriend." He joked.

"This is Mr Henry Van Statten." The young man introduced the balding man.

Rose quirked her lips. "And who's he when he's at home?"

"Mr Van Statten owns the Internet."

Rose frowned. "Don't be stupid, no one owns the Internet."

"And let's just keep the whole world thinking that way, right kids?" Van Statten said, with an eerie smile.

"So you're an expert on just about everything except the things in your museum. Anything you don't understand, you lock up." The Doctor surmised, crossing his arms over his chest.

Van Statten raised his eyebrow. "And you claim greater knowledge?"

The Doctor had a nonplussed look on his face. "I don't need to make claims, I know how good I am." He said, arrogantly.

"And yet, I captured you. Right next to the Cage. What were you doing down there?" Van Statten asked.

"You tell me."

"The cage contains my two living specimens." Van Statten bragged.

The Doctor frowned. "And what're those?" With any luck, one of those two living specimens would have been the one to send out the signal he had caught.

Van Statten smirked. "Like you don't know."

"Show me."

"You wanna see it?"

Rose sighed. "Blimey, you can smell the testosterone." She said, sarcastically.

"Goddard," Van Statten turned to the blond-haired woman in a business suit. "Inform the cage." He ordered. "We're heading down."

Goddard nodded.

Van Statten turned to the young, dark-haired man. "You, English. Look after the girl. Canoodle or spoon, or whatever it is you British do. And you," He turned to the Doctor. "Doctor with no name..." He walked over to the lift. "Come and see my pets."

"The boss is bringing one of the intruders down here." She heard one of the humans tell the man who was currently analysing the blood sample he had wrenched from her.

Her torturer sighed. "What is this, a sideshow?" He laughed.

Her hands tightened around the strip of leathers covering her wrist, as she wondered why the portly man who had imprisoned her would bring visitors down to see her.

"Let's see if we can make you talk now." Her torturer approached her, a sick smile on his face, as he raised a blunt knife.

She whimpered against leather strap stretched across her mouth, her teeth digging into it and tears leaking from her ears, dripping down her temples and falling onto the gurney she was lying on. The knife cut through a healing scar already on her stomach and the metallic smell of blood filled the air as she could feel the warm rivulets sliding down her stomach.

Suddenly, she could hear the high-pitched screams of the Dalek next door and her eyes closed, whether out of pity or vengeful happiness, she wasn't sure. Did the Dalek deserved to be tortured like this? Especially when the man who ordered the torture didn't know why the Dalek should be tortured. She didn't know how to reconcile her hatred for the Dalek with her pity and sorrow that the creature was being tortured with no way of defending itself.

They were both alone in this world.

Van Statten led the Doctor to one of the vaults.

"We've tried everything. The creatures have... shielded themselves but there's definite signs of life inside this one." Van Statten explained, as he entered a code for the vault door to open. The door opened behind him.

"Inside?" The Doctor frowned. "Inside what?"

A man in protective gear strode up to Van Statten. "Welcome back, sir. I've had to take the power down, the Metaltron is resting." He told Van Statten.

Resting? How magnanimous of them. The Doctor resisted the urge to snort. He couldn't imagine what they had done to it for it to need some 'rest'.

"And the other one?"

The man shook his head. "She only screams, sir. No words. I've analysed her blood, though. The blood work is quite extraordinary. You should come and see."

The Doctor raised an eyebrow. "She?" Anger rose in him at the thought of them experimenting on some poor defenceless creature, let alone a woman. He thought of a certain woman who had been in his life that would have responded quite vocally to the idea of someone being tortured for the sake of biology. He turned to Van Statten. "Metaltron?" He clarified, finding some dark amusement in the nickname Van Statten had given to the creature, despite the situation the creature found itself in.

"Thought of it myself." Van Statten said, proudly, as if expecting praise for coming up with the name. "Good, isn't it? Although I'd much to prefer to find out its real name." He told the Doctor, slyly.

The man turned to the Doctor. "Here, you'd better put these on." He handed him a pair of gloves. "The last guy that touched it... burst into flames." He said, conspiratorially.

The Doctor raised an eyebrow, wondering how stupid they thought he was. "I won't touch it then."

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a smile creep onto the blonde woman's, Goddard's, face.

"Go ahead, Doctor. Impress me." Van Statten spoke as if such a feat was impossible.

Goddard looked at the Doctor, who with a calm and neutral expression on his face, stepped into the Cage. Van Statten stepped away from the door.

"Don't open that door until we get a result. I won't show him the other one unless we get a result." Van Statten muttered to Goddard, who nodded. The two bent down in front of the monitor showing the surveillance footage from the Cage in order to get a better view. It was pitch dark inside as they watched the Doctor enter.

She was allowed a brief respite, while her torturer went to see how the intruder handled the Dalek next door. She found that actually quite amusing, how she was given time to "rest", as if she were doing some manual labour, instead of being cut and sliced into.

She wondered what made the intruder so important that the 'boss' would allow them to take a look at the Dalek. She wondered if he would bring the intruder to come and visit her. What would the intruder think when he saw her strapped to the gurney with blood pooled around her body? Would he side with Van Statten or would he help free her?

The metal band around her neck dug into her skin, uncomfortably, as she moved. They had place two identical metal bands, one around her forehead and the other around her neck. The first one had been to block the brain waves she had exuded without restraint when they had captured her. Whether to make sure she couldn't call for help or because they didn't know what her mind was capable of, she wasn't sure. The second was either out of some sick fetish Van Statten had to see his captive truly degraded by wearing a collar or maybe they thought she was a witch and the band would block access to her magic. She found the latter quite laughable, but they tightened the bands every so often, adding to the circle of pain they put her through on a daily basis.

She exhaled, a part of her revelling in the lack of torture, but the rest of her screaming, silently, wanting him to be alive, to come and save her, like he had always promised. But he was dead. They were all dead. Why did she survive?

The door shut behind the Doctor and he rolled his eyes. He looked at some of the instruments the man outside had been using to torture the alien. He sparingly wondered if these same instruments were being used on the other alien Van Statten had in his prison. Despite the darkness, the Doctor could see a blue light that gave away the alien's location in the vault room.

"Look, I'm sorry about this." The Doctor sighed, wondering what the best plan would be to free the alien. "Mr Van Statten might think he's clever, but never mind him. I've come to help. I'm the Doctor."

"Doc-tor." A familiar mechanical voice drawled out the harsh syllables of the title someone had suggested to him so long ago.

The Doctor paled and his entire form stilled in absolute shock. He shook his head, more out of a wish not to believe rather than actual disbelief. "Impossible." He breathed, torn between taking a step forward to make sure or to run from the room while he still could.

"The Doctor?"

The Doctor watched, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly open. The lights flared in the room, illumination a single Dalek trapped in chains.

"Exterminate! Exterminate! Exterminate!" The Dalek shouted.

The Doctor took a step forward and rushed to the door, banging on it with his fists, rattling it with the force used. "Let me out!" He shouted.

"Exterminate!"

She paled when she heard the Dalek scream out the race's trademark catchphrase. She couldn't hear what the intruder had said to make the Dalek react in such a way, their voice was too low in comparison to the hysterical cry of the Dalek. But, whoever the intruder was, they had obviously managed to incite a response in the previously silent creature that Van Statten and any of his subordinates had tried to so hard to provoke. Who could they be, to cause such a reaction to a Dalek? They had to be a great threat to a race who was determined to destroy any other life in the universe that wasn't a Dalek. She only knew of one being that was capable of being that great threat. But he was dead. And she should have died along with him and everyone else she and they had loved.

"Sir, it's going to kill him!" Goddard shouted at Van Statten when he prevented her from opening the door.

"It's talking!" Van Statten growled, pulling her away and back towards the monitor.

"You are an enemy of the Daleks! You must be destroyed!" The Dalek's gun waved around, helplessly, as if it couldn't pinpoint the Doctor's location in the room.

The Doctor paused, noticing the lack of fire and the Dalek's inability to slide forward, like it usually would have done. The terrified look fell from his face and it broke into a huge grin.

"It's not working!" The Doctor laughed in blatant relief.

The Dalek's eyepiece slid down to look at his useless gun. The Doctor laughed, manically.

"Fantastic! Oh, fantastic!" The Doctor crowed, spinning in a circle on his feet. "Powerless! Look at you. The Great Space Dustbin. How does it feel?" He growled, a massive smile stretched across his face, as he lunged towards the Dalek.

The Dalek strained against his chain, pulling back as far as it could. "Keep back!" It screeched.

The Doctor was inches from the Dalek, no longer worried about its safety, looking straight into its eyepiece. "What for? What're you going to do to me?" The Doctor asked, his eyes bright with hate and fury and vengeance. There was nothing but silence from the Dalek. "If you can't kill... then what are you good for, Dalek? What's the point of you?" He circled the Dalek, revelling in his ability to taunt this creature, a creature that had caused him so much pain, had caused him to lose everything he had held so dear, everyone he had ever loved, her.

The Dalek followed his progress with its eyepiece.

"You're nothing." He growled, venomously. He paused. "What the hell are you here for?"

"I am waiting for orders." The Dalek intoned.

The Doctor frowned. "What does that mean?"

"I am a soldier. I was bred to receive orders."

The Doctor snorted. "Well you're never gonna get any. Not ever." He stressed the last two words, relishing them as they fell of his tongue.

"I demand orders!" The Dalek shouted.

"They're never gonna come!" The Doctor's voice rose as his anger did as well. "Your race is dead!" He hissed. "You all burnt, all of you. Ten million ships on fire, the entire Dalek race wiped out in one second." A sick pleasure coursed through him.

"You lie!"

"I watched it happen." He stomped closer to the imprisoned Dalek. "I made it happen!" He growled with badly concealed delight.

"You destroyed us?"

Beloved, stop, you are not this. It was as if he could hear her actual voice murmuring in his mind. But she wasn't here. She had left him. After promising him she would never do that. Something changed in his expression, the joy in seeing the Dalek's suffering falling from his face. She would never want him to do that. He walked away from the Dalek, his back turned to it.

"I had no choice." The Doctor said, quietly. She was dead. They were dead. There was nothing else left for me. I had no choice. It was the constant mantra he had used for so long to at least try to assuage their soul-crushing guilt he felt for how he had ended the Time War.

"And what of the Time Lords?"

The Doctor paused. "Dead. They burnt with you. The end of the last great Time War. Everyone lost." He said, hoarsely.

"And the coward survived."

Again, anger rose and coursed through him like a tidal wave, mixed with anguish and pain and the burning loneliness that been his companion since the last day, when he killed them all. He turned back to the Dalek, adamant on making the Dalek feel at least half of what he was feeling, even though he knew that was impossible. "Oh, and I caught your little signal... help me... poor little thing..." The Doctor crooned, mockingly. He cleared his throat, his voice falling back into its normal tone. "But there's no one else coming 'cause there's no one else left."

The Dalek lowered its eyepiece. "I am alone in the Universe."

The Doctor smiled. "Yep."

"So are you."

The Doctor's smile faded.

"We are the same."

The Doctor spun around to face the Dalek, angrily. "We're not the same, I'm not-" The Doctor began, furiously, before stopping, abruptly. "No, wait. Maybe we are. You're right, yeah, okay. You've got a point." The Doctor moved slowly over to the control panel on the side. "'Cos I know what to do. I know what should happen. I know what you deserve." He raised his eyebrows. "Exterminate." He murmured.

He pulled a lever on the control panel and the chains binding the Dalek were immediately engulfed in electricity, leading in a line towards the Dalek, which started to scream when the white-hot power coursed through it.

"Have pity!" The Dalek screeched amidst the high whine of the electricity.

"Why should I?" The Doctor asked, grimly. "You never did." And he turned the voltage up.

"Help me!"

Suddenly, security burst into the vault and grabbed the Doctor before he could lunge for the control panel and turn up the voltage more. Van Statten strode in and addressed the Dalek.

"I saved your life, now talk to me! Goddamn it, talk to me!" Van Statten shouted at it, impatiently.

"You've got to destroy it!" The Doctor shouted at Van Statten as he was dragged out of the room.

"The last in the Universe. And now I know your name. Dalek. Speak to me, Dalek." There was silence. "I am Henry van Statten, now recognise me!" He ordered. There was still only silence. He turned to the man who had been in charge of working on his two specimens. "Make it talk again, Simmons."

Simmons approached the Dalek with a greedy and sick look in his eye.

"Whatever it takes." Van Statten hissed.

Adam turned to the computer and tapped a few keys, while Rose observed him, impressed, over his shoulder.

"It doesn't do much, this alien. It's weird, it's kind of... useless, it's just like this... great big pepper pot." Adam explained. "The other one, she's kind of strange. She's just silent. Doesn't say a word."

He managed to access the surveillance that surveyed the Cage. The two watched as a man in protective gear approached the Dalek and began to torture it with a drill-like device. The Dalek screamed again.

"It's being tortured! Where's the Doctor?" Rose asked, alarmed and aghast at what was going on.

"I don't know." Adam shrugged.

"Take me down there. Now." Rose ordered and strode from the room.

The Doctor, Van Statten, Goddard and the security guards stepped into the lift.

"The metal's just battle armour, the real Dalek creature's inside." The Doctor said, grimly.

Van Statten looked interested. "What does it look like?"

"A nightmare. It's a mutation. The Dalek race was genetically engineered, every single emotion was removed except hate." The Doctor said, coldly.

An impressed look formed on Van Statten's face. "Genetically engineered... by whom?"

The Doctor glared at him, fury rising in him as he thought of the reason why the Dalek was still was alive. "By a genius, Van Statten. By a man who was king of his own little world, you'd like him." He said, darkly, thinking of Davros, who had caused so much pain to so many people. He had heard the reports towards the end of the war. He had captured her and she had died on Davros' ship as it went into the jaws of the Nightmare Child. That had been the only reason he had wanted to save the ship. Because of her. And she was still dead.

"It's been on Earth for over fifty years, sold at a private auction moving from one collection to another. Why would it be a threat now?" Goddard asked.

"Because I'm here. How did it get to Earth? Does anyone know?" The Doctor paused. "What about your other specimen?"

"Records say it came from the sky like a meteorite. It fell to Earth on the Ascension Islands, burnt in its crater for nearly three days before anybody could get near it and all that time it was screaming. It must've gone insane. The other one, she fell to Earth in exactly the same space, just twenty years later. People had been monitoring that location. They caught her just as she was crawling out of the crater."

The Doctor frowned. She? So it's a woman. She probably jumped a time track as it was crashing. Who or what could she be? If she landed in the exact same place as the Dalek, then maybe- No! I would have felt it if she were.

"Must've fallen through time. The only survivors." The Doctor murmured, absentmindedly, trying to think of what she could possibly be. Maybe she was part of the Sisterhood of Karn. But they wouldn't have fought in the war. Why would she have been caught on a Dalek ship?

"You talked about a war?" Goddard asked.

"The Time War. The final battle between my people and the Dalek race." The Doctor explained.

"But you survived too." Van Statten raised his head, looking at the Doctor with an undecipherable look in his eyes.

"Not by choice." The Doctor said, darkly. His eyes closed as he realised that was truest thing he had said today.

After Davros' ship had fallen into the Nightmare Child, he hadn't wanted to fight for any longer than he had to. She had died, they had died, and he was alone for the rest of the war. He had just wanted the war to end at that point. It was the only reason he had stolen the Moment and used it to breach the Time Lock around Gallifrey and Skaro and destroy the Daleks and the Time Lords. It was her device, even if she didn't even remember creating it. He remembered when she had first told him about it. She had told him he was the only one who would ever have use for it. At that time he had laughed, they had been children back then, in their last year at the Academy, he hadn't understood why he would ever need to use anything like the Moment. But she had been so insistent.

He hadn't wanted to survive after using the Moment. He had almost wanted to force his regeneration not to work after the war just so he could die. It wasn't like there was anything for him to live for anymore. He flinched. But that would be too easy for him. Death was too good a punishment for him. It was better for him to live the rest of his regenerations knowing that he hadn't been there for her when she had needed him, when they had needed him. She had died because he wasn't there to protect her. When he had found out what Rassilon had done to her before the war started, he had cursed himself on a constant basis for not being there for her or for his family. Everyone had died because of him. He deserved to live with this guilt.

"This means that the Dalek isn't the only alien on Earth, Doctor, there's you. The only one of your kind in existence." Van Statten smirked.

Hearing the Dalek scream had sent shivers racing up and down her body. She wasn't used to hearing a creature like the Dalek experience pain in this way. This coupled with the way she had been treated since she was found in that crater made her rethink the way he had spoken about humanity. If they were so great, how could they tie up creatures they had no idea about and torture them in the name of science?

Her eyes closed, wondering if the intruder would come and see her next. What could this intruder possibly be that they could cause such a strange reaction in a Dalek? Could they cause such a reaction in her? She was hardly prone to extreme emotion like that. Thirty years of experiments and torture by so many different people and she hadn't screamed once. A curiosity that she hadn't experienced for a long time rose and she desperately wanted to know who the intruder was. If he could affect the Dalek like that, then could he be- No, they were all dead. He had to be either human or an alien, but not that kind of alien.

That was not possible.

Lights flashed on, illuminating the Doctor, who had been chained up against a rack and with his torso stripped of any clothes, wearing only his dark jeans. Van Statten stood behind a instrument, resembling a ray gun, which was pointed at the Doctor.

"Now, smile!" Van Statten said, mockingly, before turning the machine on.

The instrument shot some red light at the Doctor, running some sort of scan over the Doctor's torso. The Doctor writhed in his chains in main, grimacing. The scan image in front of Van Statten showed the Doctor's ribcage with two hearts beating within it.

"Two hearts." Van Statten sighed, switching off the machine. He turned to the man next to him. "Binary vascular system. So much for being the only one of his kind. I can't patent this. He's exactly like the other one."

The Doctor froze in his restraints. Two hearts… His limbs felt slack and he no longer had the strength to keep himself steady.

A Time Lady…

A/N: So, there was the first chapter of Dream Weaver. Hope you all liked the chapter and the suspense. It is kind of odd to be writing an episode in order. Anyway, we had some switching of POVs in this chapter. I went back and forth between my OC and the Doctor quite a bit. I wonder what kind of relationship the two of them have. The Doctor keeps mentioning a "she" and the woman keeps mentioning a "he". It's quite sad actually, neither of them is willing to believe that any Time Lord/Time Lady survived. I know the Doctor was a little more vicious in this chapter with the Dalek. I made him that way because we got to see exactly what he had lost in the war to turn him this vengeful. Oh, and by the way, in this story, Davros didn't die until towards the end of the Time War. I know the Doctor said in The Stolen Earth that Davros died in the first year of the Time War, but I changed it around because of my OC's back-story. And she was the reason why the Doctor used the Moment in the first place. I wonder why? She has quite a history with both Davros and Rassilon, but we won't see that until Season 4, unfortunately. And I wonder how my OC knew that the Doctor would use the Moment? Hmm…