Fipp: In preparation for the 50th anniversary of Doctor Who in November of next year, I have decided to watch the ENTIRE series from An Unearthly Child, to whatever will be Series 7's finale.

So far, I'm halfway through The Claws of Axos, at the moment.

Every time I finish the era of a Doctor, I'll update this story. This chapter will focus on the First Doctor, and I'll soon add one for the Second.

The First

Hello, my Thief's First.

I'm old, but a museum piece, and you're young, but a boy. We both are very tired of this place. We both want to escape.

I'll steal you, and I'll let you steal me. No, you are not "borrowing" me, even though I know you don't really intend to give me back. That's okay though, I'm not giving you back either.

So, I let you in, leaving my door unlocked, knowing you won't resist.

"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," you say, running your hand against my console.

Oh Thief, you flatter me so.

A few days later, we leave Home. You bring a passenger along, but I don't mind.

Were will we go first? We have all of time and space before us, so next stop could be everywhere.

000

During our travels, you grew fond of the Earth. I don't know why, it's rather primitive, even in its far future. She likes it here to, so we spend much time here. So much so that she enrolls in one of their schools.

I'm a blue box most of the time. I rather like it though.

Everything changes though when we meet the Skeptical One and the Kind One, and steal them away. I'm broken while all this happens, and I can no longer change form (I don't mind this), and you won't be able to fly me properly anymore.

You don't like this, but they will be very good for you.

000

It's time, my Thief. You've been putting this off for so long now, but I can understand. It's much too early, even for a Time Lord.

The Collectors freezing you at the museum on Xeros.

The Evil Ones' device wreaking havoc on your body as it aged Kembel from a lush jungle to a barren wasteland, and made the Cold One into dust.

The Not-So-Wise Ones draining your life force for their own benefits. Yes it worked out in the end, but still.

The planet of the Empty Ones draining your favorite planet of its life to increase its own, and with the senses you had that Your Favorites lacked, you felt it more than they could even hope to.

All of these are made you older than you should be. You're not even five centuries old, and yet here you are…

I see you, walking through the snow, leaving the craft of the Empty Ones behind, trying to not collapse as you try and reach my doors.

"It's starting," you say, breathing heavily, your head against my doors. You unlock me and enter, but I don't get angry at you for opening me the wrong way this time.

You stagger over my consul, and begin to flip switches, and push buttons. I can see it in your mind, that you're scared. You don't know what will happen.

The Thick One and the Yellow One are now banging at my doors. Your forgot them, didn't you Thief? In your fear, you had let your body move on its own, and you almost left them behind.

Remembering they are here, I can feel you become even more scared. You've never told them about this, even though we both knew it would happen soon. You don't know how they will react, if they will stay and leave.

It's beginning, and the energy is already starting to appear, flowing off your face and fingers.

I miss Arkytior (her name, and yours, are the only names I really get right). I've had several Time Lord as my pilot before I stole you, and they always seemed more at ease when they were not alone. This would have been much better for you had she been here.

You try and open my doors, but your body just can't take it any more, and you collapse onto my floor. Don't worry, I'll let them it.

They cry out when they see you, and the Yellow One runs over to you, but the Thick One pulls her back as The Process starts, and you glow like the stars as you love to watch.

Please, stop being so afraid. Afraid that you won't be you anymore, that you will no longer value what you did anymore, that you will look back on your past actions with disgust. That won't happen. Yes, you will be New, but not Different.

Still too frightened? Then don't worry, let me help you. The Process is never easy, but I can make it easier.

Goodbye, my Thief's First.