A/N: This must be the silliest story I have ever written. I'm not sure whether it's crack, angst, humour, drama or romance, or all of the above… But it's meant to be fun, if not entirely serious… It'll be complete in six parts :) Please enjoy!

Spoilers!

By Mizuki

Prologue

"Right then! Off we go!"

And off they went, giddy with exuberance, working together as a team, bringing their beloved planet back into orbit. The TARDIS hummed with appreciation, yielding her powers into their capable hands and enjoying a feeling that would never again come to pass. She could see into all of time, and she knew with the utmost certainty that this was to be her last ever voyage with six pilots; and if she had any say in it, it was going to be glorious and magnificent.

She reached out and gently touched each soul around her console and thrived in the smiles that bloomed across their faces. She felt the brave, forthright Jackie Tyler, tickled Mickey Smith's loyal heart and embraced the wonderful Sarah Jane Smith. Brilliant Martha Jones grinned at her caress and the impossible Captain Jack Harkness gave her handle a friendly grope.

And then there was Rose Tyler, the Bad Wolf, the Defender of the Earth, that amazing human girl who had managed to turn her beloved Time Lord back from the path of destruction. The TARDIS enveloped her in warmth, whispering her gratitude straight into her heart, along with a message that courage and an open mind would bring her the happiness she deserved.

Then she turned to the Doctor-Donna, two halves of a whole, so tragic, forever destined to be separated. To the human Doctor she conveyed her love and understanding, and bid him to be patient and curious in this new, completely impossible adventure. For Donna she only shed golden tears and the red-haired woman felt them deep behind her eyes and her Time Lord mind sighed with her in sorrow.

And finally, she turned to her Doctor, the mad man to her box, her stolen Time Lord, and she cried for all of his losses and his pain, and murmured to him words of encouragement. For even though the times were hard now, it too would pass, giving way to a future brighter than he could imagine.

There was something she had to rectify first, however.

For despite the number of people within her walls, there was still one child missing. A child of whom she was especially fond of, a child that was both blessed and cursed, out of sync and exactly in the right place. A child of the TARDIS, and if she was being smug about it, the best one of them all, at that.

This six-pilot voyage was special in more ways than one. Apart from being the smoothest ride she would ever experience again, it was also the only time she could put her little pet-project to work without worrying about getting everyone safely to their destination. The Doctor, bless him, was ever such a bad driver.

Content that her pilots would do the job properly, she set about sparing her beloved mad man unnecessary pain. It was, after all, the least she could do. Fueled by love, she reached out into time and space and put the events into motion.

All across time several things happened all at once. A new, bigger, more advanced sonic screwdriver popped out of the spacey-wacey, glittering TARDIS console, a little green light preserved inside. Centuries earlier, the very same green light detached itself from its carrier. Eons later, the blue doors opened to reveal the Singing Towers of Darillium. In a different corner of the universe, the same – but already empty – screwdriver and a worn-out blue diary dematerialized from an abandoned library. And a few years earlier, a woman disappeared in a glare of white light.

The very same light which now enveloped the organic interior of a blue box that just wouldn't let go of her child.