A/N: So, this is an idea I've had floating around in my head for a while. What would've happened if the Doctor had never ended the Time War? How much would that actually change? (So hint hint, there will be spoilers for all of NuWho. This is also my take on the whole, 'Fan travels to the Whoniverse'.

Although no one is surprised, I do not own Doctor Who and am making no money from this fun little endeavor.

Also, a quick shoutout to ArkTaisch and bored411 for no other reason than they're really swell people and great writers.

Edited 5/16

Chapter One: The Twin Suns Also Rise

On a faraway planet, on what was supposed to be it's very last day, a man was carrying a box across the desert that had once been his home.

This is where he planned to end it for them all.

No more, he'd declared. No more suffering, no more pain. Even as the sweat beaded and dropped down his face, even as the twin suns beat harshly against his back, he stood by that pledge, no matter the cost.

Even if the cost was every life on Gallifrey and the daleks beyond.

Although he didn't know it, this would always be the last day of the Last Great Time War.

Always meant something different in English than it did in Gallifreyan. Think about it. In English terms, always referred to one version of reality: i.e., Sharon would always buy the blue car in one version of reality, but in another she would always buy the red one.

In every version of reality, no matter what happened and no matter the circumstances, this would always be the last day of the Last Great Time War.

That's not to say that it was a fixed point. Fixed points pertained to events that had to happen in a specific way in order for that specific version of reality to continue trudging on as it should. Though, that wasn't to say that certain fixed points weren't fixed points across multiple versions of reality.

The point was, this would always be the last day of the Last Great Time War, and it would always lead to a man carrying a box across the desert.

The box itself was more than a box. The men who had designed it had intended for it to be the greatest weapon in all of destruction. The Galaxy Eater, they had called it, intent on believing that they could create a weapon that would destroy whole universes and would bend to their will.

But, design and destiny are two different things.

The box's destiny was not to fulfill their design. Things like design often get thrown out of whack when there's another sentient being involved, whether the sentience was believed in or not. The box, or The Moment, as it was called, was smug in the knowledge that it's destiny was as far from their design as one could possibly get. It could see that destiny stretched out before it: the barn and the conversation that would take place, changing the lives of trillions forever.

That was The Moment's destiny.

Well, for another minute, anyway. Though neither of them knew it, the course of both of their lives (if what The Moment had was considered a life) was about to altered, forever.

He hadn't made it that far, the box in tow, when a time storm disrupted his time sense.

He could feel it deep in his chest, time twisting and tangling up like some wild dance that it couldn't quite perfect and decided to improvise instead. It was like a Class Five hurricane, a tornado and a tsunami, all occurring at the same time, all fighting for his undivided attention at the exact same instance.

He didn't have time for it to settle.

The ground beneath him began to shake uncontrollably, and, due to the haze surrounding whatever event had occurred to throw the Web of Time into such disarray, he couldn't catch himself as he was thrown to the red sands below his feet.

He heard screams above him and, in a daze, he looked up.

He was both mesmerized and terrified by the sight suddenly overtaking the burnt orange sky overhead. "What're they doing?" He'd never realize he asked the question aloud as he managed to regain his senses enough to stand on shaking feet. After years of piloting a boisterous Tardis, this felt like nothing to him. "What are they all doing?"

The sight above him was nothing like he'd ever seen before.

It was a coordinated dalek attack. His soldier's mind told him that's what it must be, for he'd known nothing else for nearly a millennia. Fives lines of daleks stretched across the burnt orange sky, shaped like that of a human child's drawing of a star. They were all converging on one point.

He couldn't discern the different cries, the exterminates from the reports, but he knew that's what they were saying. That's what they always said, whether it be during the nightmares that visited him on the nights that he slept (which could stretch on until he'd realized it'd been ten years and he hadn't closed his eyes once) or in the conscious hours during which he fought endless battles, hearing their cries in the far off distance from the 'comfort' of a battle tent or on the front lines as he fought with the very men he was more than willing to burn to end a war that would've destroyed the very cosmos itself.

The last dalek flew into whatever it was that they were flying into and a pulse of energy shot out, brighter than even the suns. He blinked away the glare and when he did, he was greeted with an absolutely empty sky.

Silence had fallen so completely across all of Gallifrey that he was sure he would've been able to hear a word spoken from a thousand miles away. His hearts were doing double time in his chest, despite the stillness. What had happened? Most importantly, where had the daleks disappeared to?

It was then that he saw it.

Against the backdrop of orange, there was a single black speck that was rapidly falling. He'd managed to gather his wits about him enough that he was able to pull out his sonic, trying to discern if this had been what had pulled the daleks in or if this was some kind of weapon.

The sky was suddenly alight again. Apparently, the rest of Gallifrey had woken up out of their dalek induced stupor. He watched as ships swarmed the speck, tractor beams shooting out, ships even getting underneath it to physically catch it, but to no avail.

When he glanced down at the sonic, his very old eyebrows raised.

It was a human girl.

Were that the case, the sonic was nowhere near sensitive enough to pick up information like that from this far off. Yet, there the readings stated, in Gallifreyan for his eyes to see, that it was a human girl that was currently falling from the sky.

No, he had to correct himself a moment later. The human girl that had been falling from the sky.

The black speck was gone.

He would've said that the soldiers had caught her, but they were still scrambling about in an erratic and uncoordinated formation. It meant that she had disappeared from sight, without a trace.

He needed to find her. Whatever she actually was, she'd been at the epicenter of whatever event had just occurred. Even if she didn't have answers, it was still a start. As luck would have it, he hadn't actually made it that far from the Tardis, and he ran through the sand, surprisingly light on his feet as he carried The Moment all the while.

He made it back to the Tardis in record time. It didn't end up making the slightest bit of difference. As he reached the doors, he caught something in his peripheral vision: a fireball that was heading straight for him, The Moment and the Tardis.

Moving quicker than he'd ever remembered moving, he unlocked the doors before he took two steps in, slamming the Tardis door behind him.

Despite the fact that nothing could get through the doors, his soldier's mind had still expected there to be some kind of reverberations through the door from the impact. There were no reverberations, however, and as he pressed his ear to the door, he was met with something eerie.

Absolute silence.

Slowly and cautiously, with all the expectation that he was about to be fired upon by a dalek extermination ray, he barely opened the door, viewing the outside world through the small opening the doors had created.

A moment later, though he didn't exit the Tardis, he did open the door the rest of the way.

There, laying on the red sand in front of him was a humanoid girl, still smoldering from her descent. His brows pulled together and he did a quick scan with the sonic to see that she was, in fact, a human girl. According to the sonic readings, it was, in fact, the same human girl that had been falling from the sky not moments before.

He had many questions that he wanted to ask. Who was she? How had she gotten here? Why didn't there appear to be a scratch on her, internally or externally, save for her clothes, which had been badly burned in the descent?

His entire life was made up of split second choices. This was no different.

He walked over to the woman, gently testing her skin to find that it wasn't boiling to the touch but was, instead, a normal human temperature. He picked her up bridal style before he carried her through the doorway of the Tardis, depositing her gently on the floor before he did what he did best: he ran.

This time, it wasn't from anything. For perhaps the first time in his life, he was running to something: answers, including the answer to his most important question.

What, exactly, had just occured?

Everything had changed.

He just wouldn't know that until it was far too late.

A/N: So, there it is! Hope y'all enjoyed and stay safe, everybody!