Doctor Who

The Day Stealer's

A story of adventures, romance, crossovers and alternate histories and impossible realities.

Chapter 1:

Before...

One thing that became apparent as the travellers disembarked the Space Cruiser was that air tasted of apples and yet smelled of warm lazy Saturday's, if such a relaxing event had an aroma of course. The travellers had been cooped up for several day's with 5 star catering and entertainment as had been advertised and had even passed by 5 actual stars, one of which was actually burning inwards, and all in all had spent a enjoyable fortnight of being ship-pampered by androids and aliens all to prepare them for the disembarkation on this literal Pleasure Planet. Thus it was that they exited the ship, shielding there eyes from the three sun's and breathing it's wonderful air and, no sooner had they exhaled, than what could only be described as a wonderful change overcame there surprised expressions of wonder.

From wonder to a goofy grin, the oxygen of the world stimulated pleasure hormones within the human body and 54% of Alien Bodies (the other 46% were located to other planets with different conditions to educe similar effects) and in doing so caused relaxation. Naturally there was a drug to prevent the spread of the gas from becoming a major concern as prolonged exposure made the bodies just collapse onto the ground and practically ooze as there body relaxed to the point where even the cell's separated and the body just became mush. The vaccine, supplied at the Passport Desk and administered by trained nurses, kept the effects of relaxation without dampening the senses meaning that it was like getting a massage as you walked, played tennis or swam.

Of course, the planet was a blessing due to the toxins and the race that owned it had made a lot of money in the holiday seasons to transform it into a Pleasure Paradise to the point where species far and wide would travel, some even through time just to sample it's delights. The curse came in the fact that it took a lot of will power to keep away as many people would often end up spending all there money just to get on the planet that, when they came back home, they realised they were in debt and had to earn money, thereby making them stressed and making them need to go back. As such, a health warning was placed on all brochures and a financial consultant always was at hand to help first time travellers.

This hadn't been the problem for Amy and Rory Pond (or Williams) who had spent the last three days enjoying the sun, sea, memory sand (sand which formed sandcastles or structures based on your imagination and also had applications for games and music and even had Wifi) and of course the all inclusive buffet cart, which appeared when nano-genes detected hunger by skin palpitation, hair samples and rumbling stomachs, completely free of charge as an anniversary gift from there "driver" to this fine world, who was currently lying on the beach and staring up at the day sky where thousands of stars blinked back in his direction. And a single rainbow.

The loving couple however were lying on the hover chairs, completely at the warm mercy of the green sun which according to The Doctor burned at half strength as most sun's and also turned your tongue green, and had been silent for around thirty minutes in sheer wonder at the realisation of where they were.

The nurse and the... well, Amy. One minute they had been sitting quietly in a little village and then they were across the stars and in space and time and fighting monsters and making lives better and saving the day, rebooting the universe, coming back to life... all that jazz, really.

How far had they come exactly? How far had the Time Lord?

"Doctor," Rory said suddenly, his voice cracking slightly due to the relaxed vocal chords finally being forced to work; "We've done the whole time travelling... thing, right?"

There was no real response other than a slight relaxed murmur but nothing to indicate that the man would respond. Nonetheless, Rory asked; "Exactly how far away are we from, say, our wedding day?"

For a moment longer the mad man was silent and, then, his voice responded content but full of wisdom and knowledge that was befitting his age and species.

"46'778 years, 232 days according to Earth Calender. Throw in the distance of many many light years and you suddenly have a big whopping far away."

"...That's far away."

"Not the furthest. But, in terms of length I can completely agree with you. Coincidently, if you go the other way you end up on Barcelona right around the time it first opens for business."

Amy sat up with a groan as her bones and muscles likewise responded and she glanced at the man sitting in the sand and casually removed her sunglasses.

"...You never change your clothes." She said, as though bothered by the fact only now of all places.

"I always change my clothes I just keep the same outfit. What about you?"

"This is a bikini. It's a bit different."

"It's what you wear under your other clothes all the time, therefore it's the same outfit- and Rory is glaring at me."

The nurse was indeed leaning forward and staring at the Time Lord, but Amy casually slapped his hand as if to say; "Oh stop it" before continuing; "But you don't have a swimming costume or anything?"

"Can't swim, I think. Never really tried in this body. Ask me if I can play football though, I'm very good."

"Now that's a lie." Rory argued, leaning back on the hover bed and before the Doctor could defend his football skills, he added; "You have a swimming pool."

"Had a swimming pool and that's beside the point. I'd much rather be here staring at all that," He motioned to the sky and let the feeling sink in as he saw there very human eyes look up and he finished, "than doing anything else. Sometimes its best just to sit back and take it all in. Time and space or vice versa."

"We learned that from Vincent." Amy informed Rory, who raised an eyebrow and she added; "...Vincent Van Gogh."

"Oh, nice guy?"

"Yeah, definitely."

She remembered fondly that adventure and yet also remembered how depressing it had been and how sad it was that such a great man was now dead, although to be fair he had been dead for so long even before she had known him. That would be something to tell the Grand-kids... But then again, so much had already happened, how much would be believable.

Even more than that, her curiosity was peaked, for the Doctor had been gazing up on high as always... But what did that mean? He had sat up, was dropping grains of the strange sand from one hand to the other, scanning it with an unyielding eye. Her husband sat back, his comfort and relaxation clear as he yawned and moved to take another sip of his lemon iced-tea-like drink. Hadn't the water called it a sandwich? How strange the future was where bread and liquid were swapped around...

"Doctor?" Amy asked as a gentle yet perfect chill blew across her and Rory, ruffling there hair and scattering sand; "What do you see when you look up at the sky?"

How to explain? The Doctor pondered that question for a moment longer than he should have, because then it gave him time to think, to really focus on what he was looking at and how best to explain it to these humans with there human brains. It wasn't offensive, he didn't mean it to be, and he hated even thinking it but how would it be best, on this beach with memory sand, to explain?

Then after a moment the Time Lord picked himself up and let the sand that brushed off his clothes flow directly into his open right hand where it spun in a perfect circle and, with his eyes closed, the Doctor brought the sand sphere up to his lips and blew carefully the grains directly at the pair who were staring transfixed as the grains then scattered outwards and begun to take the shape of stars and planets spinning in orbit with comet's and asteroids and gasses appearing and disappearing in seconds and then it spread out and the planets became smaller but the grains continued to spread out and reveal more of the Universe to the point where suddenly Amy and Rory were amongst the beautiful display that danced around there bodies- and then the Doctor opened his eyes and let it all fall to the ground and remain still.

Amy and Rory were in awe for a while longer as the Doctor reached out suddenly to let something practically invisible fall on his hand and before his companions could ask, he smiled and said to himself; "I'm just looking at a single grain of sand..."

A romantic meal for two was perfect. Sitting in a bubble that moved inside a dome, like a lava lamp without the lava, made the experience exciting and the meal somehow taste sweeter even though the meal was completely one hundred percent vegetarian. The pair discussed the planet they were on, they remembered stories they had imagined in the past when Rory had been known as the "Raggedy Doctor" and talked briefly about what it would be like to have a child of there own with such imagination.

The single fire in front of them burned softly at just the right strength that, in the flickering shade of there cubicle (even as it spun upside down), Rory couldn't help but reach out and hold his wife's hand and tell her with no exaggeration that she looked absolutely beautiful.

They ate, they drank delicious wine (the most expensive apparently, though the Doctor had apparently paid for everything in advance through means they suspected were less than honourable) and they genuinely enjoyed each others company in the most pure of ways as only a loving couple at the beginning of the rest of there life together could.

All that was left was the after dinner entertainment, which once again there ride had prepared.

They met the Doctor outside the opera house as they had agreed, but he didn't lead them inside. Rather he lead them away, through a back path, talking all the while and moving as he often did as though he was surprised by his own limbs and talking as though it was to himself and them at the exact same time.

"You see," He continued as they rounded a corner; "Some Time Lord's have this curious disorder when they are born which essentially means that for the first three regeneration cycles they go through they are biologically incapable of having thumbs."

"Really?" Rory asked, lazily, as the full and content couple followed the rambling mad man.

"Not at all, that was a complete lie, just seeing if you were paying attention although I'd like to imagine if such a disorder did exist it'd be called Thumberation. It'd be sort of like a Thumb War except with yourself and the thumbs didn't exist yet."

Amy snorted and soon all three were laughing as they appeared in front of a gate and a familiar whistling and "click" as the gate opened for the moment replaced there cheeriness.

As the Doctor held open the door and the couple passed him, Rory glanced at the Sonic

Screwdriver that the mad man pocketed and then smirked.

"I take it we're not supposed to be here?"

"Oh we are, sort of, not really. Not unsupervised but don't worry, nobody will find us. Now these however are very remarkable and cool. These are Moodworks." He said, pointing at the fountain's that littered the ground like platforms. It reminded the pair of those random squares in water parks that would spray upwards in random directions to try and trap happy children who were playing to avoid the water altogether before finally all of them stretched erupted and they would get soaked.

"Moodworks?" Amy repeated.

"Exactly the same word I said, very good. Now, these work essentially the same as firework's in that they aren't actually fire. It's hard to explain so I'll just explain and hope you get it."

He begun to walk along the platform, backwards to look at them but also towards the console on the other side.

"These platforms respond to emotion and bare skin, specifically the feet- don't ask why I don't know, well I do, but it's not important- and what they do is they read your emotions and expell a visual indication. For instance if you were feeling angry, you would see a visual representation. Same for sadness. But, happiness, joy, true love, those emotions make an effect that can make this entire sky light up."

"Is it dangerous?" Rory asked as Amy leapt onto the stage and stood perfectly still, as though expecting fire to leap up and scorch her.

"The flames and fireworks look real but are completely harmless."

"Trust me." The Doctor said and then, with a flick of the switch, stepped back and waited for the magic to begin.

She outstretched a hand and, as The Doctor had suggested, thought of the happiest moments of her life and sure enough as soon as her hand hovered over the square on the ground up shot orange and red sparkling lights which danced in the sky in patterns that seemed to symbolise her joy.

She laughed loudly, as another burst set off from her response to the first, these one's green and blew and spreading outwards instead of straight up, as though trying to tell the other two to join her.

Rory and Amy ran, holding hands, up and down the platforms and the explosions that filled the sky were indescribable with colours and shapes combining to make a display that was almost the very concept of the love the pair shared. Sometimes the sparks shot around them, making green and red roses rain down on the married couple and when Rory grabbed his wife and kissed her the gold explosion that exploded overhead was like the day had dawned early on this planet.

The music rose and Rory embraced Amy with one arm as they sat at the water's edge and listened, completely in awe at the elegance and grace of the singer's voice which seemed to be all around them and Rory felt his wife sniff as the first sign of tear's begun to overtake her and she begun to cry silently at the sheer beauty of the song.

Then The Doctor got to his feet and threw his jacket to the ground, smiling briefly at his companions before he leapt onto the platform and as soon as his bare feet touched the soft wood he was gone beneath the colour that blasted through the sky in time with the music but also in time with The Doctor as a person and, like the sand that had surrounded Amy and Rory on the beach, they were completely taken in as The Time Lord became visible for the briefest of moments inside the smoke, fire and covers and it was clear that not only was he enjoying himself but he was expressing himself as he conducted a symphony with light and fire with the music that radiated around them to show what existed in the hearts of the man called The Doctor.

They saw split second flashes of faces and world's and events that they did not recognise yet somehow knew were what he saw all the time every time.

Even Rory felt tears in his eyes as the music begun to soften and he wanted nothing more than for it to never end as the man who was an alien, certainly, but also a friend seemed to lessen with the tone of the song but, then, the symphony returned with a final bellowing chorus that made the hair on the back's of the married couples neck stand up as The Doctor suddenly raised both his hands into the sky and suddenly he was consumed with light as every platform exploded and a shining gold phoenix seemed to overtake the sky for a moment before flying away and supposedly crackling and disappearing, or perhaps it still lived on somewhere, but nonetheless it was gone and the Doctor emerged from the fire unharmed and gave a casual bow with his right hand leading.

A pair of red spark's flicked from his fingertips, perhaps by accident, and circled his friends.

Behind them, an audience of over 500'000 people cheered for a singer but in front of him The Doctor smiled as both Amy and Rory gave him his own standing ovation.

The Present...

The gentle hum of the TARDIS was soothing and washed over the figure who resided inside it's blue doors and whilst the "bigger on the inside" box remained silent save for this beautiful music which held the heart of the universe and beat in time with reality itself, the man who had piloted this box for the longest of times, the extent of ten lifetimes in fact (and still going), was sitting on a very flimsy and old metal chair with an instruction manual over his face and was snoring peacefully, a small drip of drool rolling down his chin.

The box itself was in an orbit around a spot in the far reaches of an area across the sky and where stars were situated in such a peculiar way that they seemed to burn in a square formation, like giant burning cubes. In actual fact, this area in space was known to those species who had access to space travel, as the "Cluster" and this was because floating around with gravity focused and situated in such a perfect and awe-inspiring way, were none other than nineteen burning and larger than our own, suns.

No more than a mile apart, and no less than a metre in touching, the gravity crushed them together and yet kept them apart and so they burned as cubes and from a distance looked like one massive burning ball of gas and was often considered to be the largest in all the cosmos- except for that one on the opposite end of the Universe known as Jack, which was actually larger and made of a special type of gas that turned into glass when it was observed and wouldn't actually be formed until at least another 27 minutes.

The TARDIS floated in the middle of these big burning light bulbs of the cosmos and didn't even break a sweat, which made sense to the sleeping man inside who had parked it in such a peculiar spot. He was trying out a new "super solar powered solar power source" which would keep his precious ship running without having to land in Cardiff every twenty or so journeys for a pick-me-up- nothing against Cardiff, of course.

The best part about such a spot as well was that, despite the fact touching the big balls of gas and fire would probably cause your entire body to be reduced to ash faster than you could say; "A-", the owner of this box had already taken a look outside and found to his amazement that the middle of this entire spot was completely lukewarm. Gravity had been pushing out all the heat and the fires and so one could theoretically stand and twirl all around if he or she so desired. Which he had done, a little bit.

The Doctor, for that that was the name of the man who owned the abbreviated Time and Relative Dimension in Space box, had not desired to twirl and instead powered up his ship for the appropriate running time of over nine thousand journeys (unless they ran across a black cloud or a waterfall in space, or a hair dryer, to which it would drop to thirteen and maybe fourteen depending on Christmas) for his incredible future where anything was possible and he had all of time and space to see and feel.

But first, he had decided to nap, with the instruction manual on his face and droll running down his chin towards his Paul Smith shirt that he stole- borrowed- and his beloved red bow-tie.

Dreaming of before and yet alone.

It was several days later when the phone rang, but he didn't hear it, mostly because the phone was above on his good old comfy chair whilst he was suspended upside down and redirecting thermo currents because the solar system hadn't done it's job properly and was now sending him on a crash land in around fourteen days. Fortunately, he'd have the problem solved in fourteen minutes, which left enough time to correct the free fall and move onwards and most likely answer the phone.

So he let it go to voice mail and whilst he didn't know it at the time, it probably saved his life.

Seventeen minutes later (it had taken three to get out of the harness) he climbed the ladder, wiping the sweat from his forehead, then casually picked up the phone and played the message, expecting calamity, terror and fear to reign down on his peaceful few days and then he'd go shooting through the stars and onwards to save the world (or world's)-

"One day... we shall get back. Yes, one day..."

And with a sudden lurch the TARDIS shot up, throwing his body into the ground with the phone still attached to his ear as the words he had said over a thousand years ago continued to repeat themselves again, and again, and again and for a second he thought with absolute terror that maybe this was that moment.

This was when he was going to go back.

But a second voice suddenly overtook that of his old one, a voice he did not recognise and he begun to ponder as he shouted and protested as the TARDIS continued to ascend out of the time vortex yet still in space and this time terror was overtaken with curiosity as this time another voice spoke.

"Silence will fall."

Funny, his mind said, because this is awfully loud-

"Pity? I have no understanding of the word. It is not registered in my vocabulary bank. EXTERINATE!"

Dalek's? Colour drained from his cheeks. Had they become an armada while he wasn't looking? At enough strength to once more capture his TARDIS-

"These shoes! They fit perfectly!"

Him again. Clearly a fan of shoes, he still was, but-

The TARDIS spun now and the cloister bell was ringing, but at the angle they were situated it seemed to collapse in itself and scrape metal upon metal, silencing it momentarily as the Doctor held on for dear life as more and more moments from his past continued to play from the phone directly into his ear.

"I love you." Said Rose Tyler, and for a second he felt numb in his chest and yet slightly embarrassed.

"You may disguise your features but you can never disguise your intent." Said he, younger this time.

"You probably can't remember your family." Victoria had said to him, back when he was very young and yet still so very old at the same time.

"We will survive." Informed the Cybermen, forever metal and cold, never warm and full of life.

He was spinning now, so was the TARDIS, and it felt as though the doors were open as something was vacating. Perhaps it was air, or perhaps it was something was forcing itself inside? Either way his eyes were now closed as various voices, most of them companions and loved ones- some he didn't even recognise, at least, he felt, not yet- and they were all screaming the same name.

His name.

"Doctor!"

"DOCTOR!"

"DOCTOR!"

"Doc-tor!"

"Grandfather!"

"Doctor..."

"Doctor...!"

"...Doctor."

"THEIF!"

Then his eyes snapped open, suddenly, as he felt the body crash land on top of him and before he could protest and shout at the sudden weight- or the fact he had misplaced his jacket- he noticed with sudden shock and surprise that the person on top of him was a girl he had met once before.

"It's you!" He cried, not noticing immediately the fire that was destroying the TARDIS console room, as the feminine hand knocked away phone that was by his ear- knocking away the voices and the screams and the memories and, perhaps, the premonitions. But he wouldn't remember that for the moment as the woman pushed him down by the shoulders and planted her lips firmly along his and, for a second- and it was a very long second- time stood still.

Then they disappeared in a golden light as the TARDIS didn't just explode, but fade from existence entirely, leaving only memories and an empty space within, well, space.

And it was then that the figure, who remained in shadow, stepped back into his own console room and fell about laughing, so certain in his victory.

o o o

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I hope you enjoyed the first part of this story! Chapter 2 IS already written and will be uploaded soon, I just wanna see the general feedback and such and make any tweaks in the next few... hours? Days? Sa'll good :D
Just a bit of information, yes this is an 11th Doctor story and Amy and Rory (whilst in this part) wont be main characters.
What crossover characters will appear? Well, not to give everything away, but a the crew of a certain ship will have a small role later on.
Is this one story? Not exactly, it's one story, but there are storylines. Sort of like a series.
Who is the Doctor's companion? You'll find out next time and her story is the most important.

And because I like a bit of audience participation, I will answer three questions at the end of the next chapter. One about the fanfic, one about me and one about anything else in the universe.

Thanks for reading, you are the best. Yep, you, the one reading this, you are my favourite. Forever.

See you next time...