I don't own Doctor Who or the Twilight Zone.

This is the second story of my alternate Doctor series - the first is a Quatermass crossover - A Different Doctor, A Different Exile - Wrong Time and Rockets.'

Please let me know what you think.

A Different Doctor, A Different Exile.

A Nexus of Strangeness.

The day had just started out so normally as well. It had started out as the kind of ordinary and boring day common in London, but it became very clear something weird was happening.

On the London Underground at various stations, everyone was taken by surprise when with a flash of light in every case something happened, and it was happening everywhere they looked. In Baker Street on the Hammersmith and City line, for instance, the station seemed to blur as the modern electrical lighting seemed to mix with old-fashioned gaslighting. On the platforms, everyone of the 1950s were surprised when groups of people wearing similar clothing to themselves, but looked slightly different appeared, holding their hands to their ears, talking to themselves, while men wearing the long frock coats and top hats of Victorian Britain walked up and down with ladies wearing the basket-like skirts and petticoats of the same era.

On the tracks, a steam drawn train puffed into the station, then it was replaced by an unpainted grey-silver train before it was replaced by a more futuristic brightly coloured model.

At King's Cross, a group of commuters heading for one of the more northern stations were shocked to see an old-fashioned steam locomotive puffing into one of the stations, before they saw one set of tracks disappear, only to be replaced by what looked like a completely different track with a thick pipe sitting next to it. Those watching it were surprised to see the tracks altering, only for a flash of light to announce the arrival of a futuristic-looking train moving silently over the rails. When the train came to a stop, the doors opened and a stream of commuters came pouring out, some of them wearing the old fashioned clothes of Victorian England, while others wore clothes more in line with the modern-day.

In the air, zeppelins appeared with their propeller blades beating the air as they moved ponderously through the air, like whales of the sky. Next to the zeppelins larger and sleeker-looking airships appeared, in a flash of blue light, which crackled through the air, while aircraft which resembled Spitfires appeared and much larger and more futuristic jet planes joined them in the sky.

On the ground near Trafalgar square, a bright blue light discharged a number of men wearing armour that looked like it had it come from a movie about Romans, while others showed a number of men wearing padded body armour which put comic book lovers in mind of something out of Judge Dredd. Indeed, the armour was almost a Dead Ringer for Judge Dredd, with the helmet alone looking virtually identical.

People started running in fear as a number of pepperpot shaped things appeared out of thin air. They screamed, "EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!" And they fired what appeared to be some kind of weapon, and people fell screaming to the ground as their nervous systems were fried.

The pepper pot things were not the only things which appeared in the streets.

Sewer lids flew open as an army of silver men slowly clambered out of the sewers and marched towards the frightened crowd, their silver forms glinting in the sunlight as they towered over the humans in the streets. They were joined by other silver-armoured figures who had the same basic featured but were less or more heavily armoured, and either had to carry their own weapons or had them built-in.

Window dummies starting to come alive, and smashed their way out into the street, startling the already terrified people, who were sent running as they rushed to safety, only to encounter large, shaggy creatures that roared at them while incongruously holding a weird oddly shaped gun, which shot a strange glowing web at them.

And then they all stopped. Some people were still moving, looking around in confusion before they froze as well, and the previously frozen people and vehicles spread across different eras began moving again.

Time was damaged. And the effects were obvious everywhere in London.

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In a laboratory in a scientific complex operated by the British Rocket Group who had been founded by Professor Bernard Quatermass, with the express desire to develop technology which would allow humans to leave Earth, and begin to explore outer space, and to enrich and enlighten the human race through scientific exploration and discovery, in one of the many laboratories on the base stood a tall blue police box. Outwardly it looked no different from the many police boxes which were common on street corners across the country. It wasn't a police box; it was the disguise for a ship, with the interior existing in a temporal dimension the human mind had no means of truly understanding at their current level.

This was a TARDIS - a Time And Relative Dimension In Space ship, a time vessel constructed by the Time Lords of Gallifrey. The Time Lords were an ancient species which had become so advanced in the universe, they had become the Lords of Time after they had created the Time Vortex, a universe-spanning wormhole, and had begun experimenting with temporal mechanics to achieve and attain incredible powers. Eventually, they had constructed ships like the TARDIS which were capable of travelling through time and space.

The TARDIS was old by Time Lord standards, however, it was a standard model, with the only advancements being in the design of the console, and some of the other systems. Beyond that, the TARDIS was no different from another ship of its class.

Standing near the console was the TARDIS's pilot, a woman with long brown hair with blonde streaks, wearing a simple and formal suit of the era. This was the Doctor, now in her third incarnation, and was in the early years of her exile to Earth after spending years travelling the universe and interfering in the affairs of the universe, thereby breaking one of the Time Lord's sacred laws.

The Time Lords may have removed the Doctor's finer knowledge of TARDIS mechanics, but they had not done much about her knowledge of temporal theory, but right now the Doctor was stunned by everything her senses, and the TARDIS scanners, were telling her.

"What is going on?" the Doctor looked down at the instruments in front of her, thinking for a moment there must be a mistake; she had done a huge amount of work on the TARDIS navigational systems, and the sensors ever since she had been exiled by her own people, partly because she didn't want to be completely focused on getting away from Earth, but also because she felt it was about time she actually knew more about the old Type 40 she had stolen from Gallifrey.

But while she had done a huge amount of work on the TARDIS, the Doctor admitted to herself there was a vast amount that still needed to be done, but as she studied the console, she felt out of her depth. When she had come to the TARDIS this morning to see if there was anything she could do before she carried out her other work on behalf of the Rocket Group, the Doctor had not expected this.

She didn't want to believe what the instruments were telling her, but it was the truth.

Time was shattered.

The Doctor ran a hand through her hair as she tried to think about what could have caused this while she was aware the damage seemed to have extended in both directions along the whole of Earth's timeline, and even touched a few alternates, if the readings she was getting from the console were accurate, and it was bleeding into the current day.

The Doctor desperately manipulated the console to help her make sense of what was happening, and what caused it, but as the TARDIS worked she was already running through a list of possibilities for how this had happened. The first was someone's misguided attempt to develop a time machine, and it hadn't been stable enough to use, causing this effect. The second was similar, although it was more accidental; the activation of a warp engine which was overpowered would be enough to punch holes into space and time, but the Doctor doubted it would be that, not if the entirety of Earth's timeline was being connected.

The last possibility was that a fully functional time machine had suddenly had an accident within the Time Vortex, and it had simply ripped holes into the universe, and as she thought about it, the Doctor guessed it was either option one or three, nothing else would fit in. But what surprised her was there didn't seem to be any sign of Time Lord involvement so far; that worried her, her people had their flaws, but they wouldn't just leave anything like this happening. The console let out a chirp as information came streaming in, and she studied it just as the TARDIS began to dematerialise.

"What?!" the Doctor yelped as she instantly jumped into action, wondering for a moment if the temporal damage had released enough energy to knock the inhibitor out of alignment or if she had accidentally touched any of the dematerialisation controls, but she hadn't. Then she realised the truth. "Oh no," she groaned when she realised the truth.

The Time Lords had taken control of her TARDIS and were moving her ship through the Time Vortex closer to London. The Doctor quickly checked the instruments as she tried to get an idea of where the Time Lords were sending her ship.

"Morden?" she whispered when she saw where the damage was sourced. "Why there?"

She shrugged her shoulders deciding it didn't matter, and indeed it didn't, and she took a look at the databank to see what it had picked up before the Time Lords had begun moving her ship.

As she read the information, she backed away, looking at the screen with dread. "Oh, no. Not that!" she whispered.