Author's Notes

I am a fan of both Doctor Who and Being Human. I started watching Doctor Who during the 6th season. I simultaneously caught up by watching the 9th Doctor onwards. Imagine my shock when I saw three very familiar faces. Lenora Crichlow in "Gridlocked." Russell Tovey in "Voyage of the Damned." Sinead Keenan in "The End of Time." Then I learned that Toby Whithouse, the mind behind Being Human, had written episodes of Doctor Who. I also learned that there are other actors who have appeared in both shows. For example, Dean Lennox Kelly played William Shakespeare in Doctor Who episode "The Shakespeare Code." He also played Tully in Being Human. I'm sure there are plenty more.

One day, having time to kill (or procrastinating from doing whatever I should have been doing), I decided to browse the Internet to find more information on Doctor Who and Being Human. I came across an article that said Russell Tovey was one of the choices to play the 11th Doctor. My imagination started running wild. This story is the result.

Spoilers for Being Human "All God's Children" (S2) and for Doctor Who, all of 10th Doctor, especially "Human Nature / Family of Blood" (S3). Any dialog that looks familiar is from these episodes.

Steven Moffat owns Doctor Who. Russell T. Davies and Julie Gardner owned Doctor Who until the end of the 10th Doctor's run. Toby Whithouse owns Being Human.

Being Time Lord

Chapter 1

George Sands and Nina Pickering sat with their backs against the wall of the windowless room. The werewolves were getting bored.

"We can play I Spy," Nina suggested.

George groaned. "Oh no …"

"I spy with my little eye …"

"Please. Please, don't do this," he begged.

Nina smirked. "Live with it, it's happening. I spy with my little eye something beginning with..."

"God, you are beautiful," George told her, trying to stall the stupid game.

"W," Nina continued. "Can't say walls."

He made another attempt at stalling the game. "Do you know we'd never have met if it weren't for this?"

His girlfriend refused to be deterred. "W. And you can't say walls."

"Oh, I don't know. Weird Christians. I give up."

Nina shook her head. "Writing."

"Writing?" he asked.

She gestured to a spot further down the wall. He crawled over to take a closer look.

George, all the werewolves die. Tully.

"So. What's it say?" Nina asked. He didn't answer. "George? George?"

He quickly turned towards her and grabbed her arm. "Get up."

The two werewolves successfully escaped their prison. They quickly searched for a way to escape Kemp's Facility.

Suddenly, a black woman grabbed George's arm. He recognized her as Samantha Jones, the doctor who had treated him when he first entered the facility. She placed a warning finger over her lips and motioned them to follow her into another corridor.

"We're not going anywhere!" Nina retorted.

"I'm getting you out of here," Dr. Jones hissed.

Nobody spoke until the woman disabled the security camera.

"What I'm about to tell you is going to sound very mad," Dr. Jones said. "George, have you ever had weird dreams?"

"I'm a werewolf," George answered. "I don't need to dream weird. I already live it."

The doctor continued. "Weird dreams with you traveling in time and space in a blue box?"

"What's this have to do with anything?" Nina asked.

George started. "How do you know about those?"

He never told anyone about the dreams. They were filled with adventure. And war. And running. Always, lots of running. For some reason, he wore different faces, but it was always him. Sometimes, he was an old man with a cane. Sometimes, he wore a stick of celery in a cricket jacket. Sometimes, he had a close-shaved head, big ears, leather jacket, and sounded like he was from the North. Sometimes, he wore a pinstripe suit, overcoat, trainers, and brainy specs he didn't really need. He was often accompanied by someone, usually a young woman. Now that he thought about it, Samantha Jones looked very much like one of the women in his dreams.

"Those aren't dreams," Dr. Jones explained. "Those are memories. You are an alien from the planet Gallifrey. You are the last of your kind."

He snorted. "Memories? That's ridiculous. There's no such thing as time travel. And there's especially no such thing as aliens."

"There's no such thing as werewolves, either," she retorted. "You're the doctor."

"The doctor?" Nina asked. "He was a hospital porter." She turned to her boyfriend. "You were a doctor?"

"No, I was a hospital porter," George corrected them. "I've never been a doctor. I've never wanted to be a doctor. Anyways, even if I wanted to be a doctor, I bloody well couldn't as a werewolf, now could I?"

Dr. Jones continued. "Not a medical doctor. 'The Doctor' is your title. Nobody knows your real name. You are known across the universe."

"My name is George Sands!" he protested.

"Your enemies call you 'The Oncoming Storm' and 'The Destroyer of Worlds.' You are also called 'The Lonely Angel.'"

"I'm not an alien. I'm a werewolf." He'd been through so much these past two years. He wanted the nightmare to stop. Now some woman he didn't even know was trying to turn his life upside down.

"You have saved the people of Earth so many times. You never stop. You never stay. You never ask to be thanked."

"That's ridiculous!" Nina scoffed. "Lady, you were right. This is mad!" She went to grab her boyfriend's arm, but something the strange lady said next stopped her.

"Does this look familiar to you?" she asked, pulling out a tarnished old fob watch from the pocket of her lab coat. The watch had weird circular patterns etched onto the front.

"You brought that old thing with you?" Nina asked George. "I thought you and Annie only packed the essentials." George shrugged.

"You've had this watch all your life," the other woman continued. "You've never bothered to open it."

"Because it's broken," he explained.

"But for some reason you can't explain, you can't bring yourself to get rid of it. Your life was in danger, Doctor." She continued through George and Nina's protests that his name is George, thank you very much! "The only thing to do was for you to become human. You rewrote your entire biology, making yourself human. You placed your entire Time Lord essence into this fob watch. Open it, and you'll be yourself again."

She opened the watch a crack. A golden light seeped out. All George could hear were whispers. Time Lord. Doctor. Gallifrey. Oncoming Storm. The Last of the Time Lords. TARDIS. It sounded so foreign, yet so familiar. At George's frantic urging, she quickly shut the fob watch, mercifully stopping the frightening whispers.

"Nonsense!" George told her. "If I'm supposed to be this heroic Martian …"

"Time Lord!"

"… Time Lord, alien, thing, whatever it is you want to call me, why the hell would I make myself human?"

"You had no choice. There are species that can detect the scent of a Time Lord. Without a body to inhabit, they only live three months. Possessing a Time Lord would be the best thing for them. And the worst thing for you. This isn't the first time you've turned yourself human, Doctor."

"Who are you?" George asked.

"Excuse me?" Dr. Jones answered. She held out the watch, but he made no move to take it from her.

"Who are you to this 'Doctor' person?"

"My name is Martha Smith-Jones," she said. "A few years ago, I had the fortune of traveling with the Doctor as a companion."

"You don't travel with him anymore. Why not?"

Martha hesitated. "Things … happened. And you were left on your own."

"Let's humor you for a moment," George said. "Let's say I really am an alien. I travel through time and space in a blue box. Why do I have – what did you call yourself – a companion?"

"So you don't get lonely," Martha explained.

"Lonely!" he hissed. "Lonely!" He angrily threw his hands into the air.

"I have friends. A life! Granted, it's a mad life, but it's my life." He stepped towards her, glaring. To her credit, she stood her ground. "And you want me to give that all up? For what?"

Martha Smith-Jones gingerly placed the watch into his hand and closed his fingers over it. "It's your choice, George. The universe needs you. I need you. But it has to be your choice."