Know Your Enemy || Dalek!Eleven, Ten and Ty

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Typhoon watched in confusion for a couple moments, the man with the bowtie - Eleven? - physically taking advantage of the Doctor he knew, the disagreeing sound waves from their respective sonic screwdrivers messing with his ability to focus on the situation. That was, until Ten hit the floor. His eyes narrowed as he watched Ten scramble back up and he moved like the waves of the ocean into the thick of things.

His eyes shone brightly as he put a telekinetic wall of energy between the two Doctors and forced the two of them apart. “Cool it,” he said his voice cold and authoratative, his powers holding Eleven away from Ten for the moment. He only really knew two things about the situation - that if anything happened to the Doctor this would only end badly for everyone, and that this madman trying to kill Ten needed to be kept in a place where he could be kept an eye on.

Ty looked back at Ten for a moment, checking him out for injuries that were worsened, before turning back to where Eleven was, his hand stretched out toward the Time Lord as a focus for holding him in place for a little bit. “Long story or not, no one is killing anyone inside the TARDIS or anywhere near it while I’m on duty. Consider the Doctor protected….. Doctor.”

Everything clicked in his mind at once. The comments about the ages, the eleven, the self…. This man, the one attacking, was from the future of the Doctor. He was the future Doctor, and something had happened to him, to change him from the compassion man in pinstripes to the madman in a bowtie. He kept his gaze focused on Eleven, knowing that it probably was not in his best interest to hold him against his will, but he needed to give Ten space, a chance to patch up his injuries himself.

Or at the very least come up with a plan. “Doctor, what do we do?”

“What makes you completely and utterly sure about that?” The Doctor hissed, leaving the question open to interpretation. After all, he’d come to know that the universe didn’t grant favors, didn’t appreciate anything anyone did, and that there were planets of people and creatures who’d be far better off if the Doctor hadn’t gone on meddling in their affairs. The effects of a time traveler weren’t always beneficial. No, he was a man always doing harm, always destroying. 

“I’ve become better, I’ve seen the truth and the absolute evil in what we’re doing, Doctor.” He stared down at him. “Maybe it’s about time you do, too, and see that I’m doing us and this race—no, the entire universe a favor with this. The Doctor is the enemy,” He repeated aloud, calmly, words that echoed through his mind. “And he must be destroyed.”

Immediately, he felt a rush, his entire body tensing and unable to move. His eyes snapped to the man who’d stood beside his younger self, fixing them on his face, eyes channeling the hate that coursed through his blood.

“This isn’t your issue,” He spat. “It’s best you get along now before you’ve got me really upset. I’m not concerned about killing you, too. You’re just not my priority at the moment. So I’d recommend you remove yourself from the issue.”

The Doctor didn’t reply, his eyes searching those of his future self. He knew better-he knew that out of all the good he had done there were far more worse things he had caused-not only in this universe but in others as well. He swallowed, diverting his gaze for only a second before Eleven continued.

“Stop,” he said, looking himself straight in the eyes. “You’ve got to stop this now. You don’t know what you’re saying Eleven, you can’t-” He paused, taking a breath. He wanted to prove himself wrong, but the harsh words were reaching into him, playing with his mind. Creations burning, people screaming. Innocent people and you never gave a second thought. What about the ones who trusted you?


The Doctor shook his head, glaring at Eleven and knowing this was exactly wanted. If anyone knew how weak his mind state was at this point in time, it would be him. 

“Don’t you touch him!” he said, the Doctor’s voice surprisingly vicious as he pushed against the barrier Ty had made. “This man has nothing to do with this and you will not harm him as long as I am standing here!” He turned to Ty, his gaze steady and cold.

“Take it down,” he said. “Just do it.” If he wants to take me, he can do his worst, but I will not let anyone else be harmed because of it, he thought to the mutant.

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He glanced across Eleven at Clara and smiled. “It happens more times than you’d think,” he said, flashing Eleven a look. “Still, everything turns out the way it should I suppose.”

“No, don’t,” he said, laughing slightly at her comment. “With Jack, just…no. And if you haven’t heard of Torchwood then they’re finally doing their job properly thanks to Jack. They’re here, on Earth. Secret cooperation formed in the specialization of hunting down the particularly nasty beasts the Doctor and I can’t always manage to get to in time. He’s not here every day you know.”

“Just manage to fix it in time, that’s all,” He laughed. “So you can’t recall it happening. So many parallel timelines that I’ve lived through that never happened, you’d have no idea!”

His breath caught slightly in his throat at her comment on Jack, playing it off with an awkward face and a grin. Jealousy? ”Jack’ll shag anything that moved,” He said quickly. “Though I’m fairly certain Ianto Jones fixed that. Anyway, point is like what John said. Torchwood fixes things when we can’t. I often Earth enough, really wish I could always be here…but we’ve got all the stars and planets and galaxies to see, people to save and meet and things to discover!” He squeezed Clara’s hand excitedly. “So that’s Torchwood.”

Is that it? All these instances of the world ending, they all get fixed and know one even says a word about it because they can’t remember? “But I’ll remember, right? If I’m around you when you’re doing your whole save the world thing?”

Clara raised her eyebrows at their comments. “Doctor, I’m surprised at you. Don’t be so mean to your captain friend,” she teased, becoming more and more interested in this Torchwood thing. Why he can’t fix problems on Earth all the time since he has the TARDIS, she doesn’t know, but won’t question it. Suppose he can’t always rescue the planet. “So Torchwood’s just a huge secret, then? And they fix things here on Earth? Why would they keep that from everyone? They’re heroes!”

He looked to Clara and smiled. Eleven wasn’t wrong in saying the girl was clever-he expected no less. “That’s right,” he said. “Being in the TARDIS and going through the time vortex keeps your head straight for you.”

“Well it’s obvious, isn’t it?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at Clara. “I mean come on-how would the human race react knowing they’re constantly under seige? Noisy lot, you are. They protect. But none of us are heroes…” He trailed off. Destroying a race or killing a wandering creature because it had found itself on the wrong planet didn’t make anything heroic.

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“It…it is, isn’t it?” He replied, smiling weakly. Clara had done more for him than she’d ever know. It was destiny that brought them together time and time again, and that wasn’t something the Doctor was just able to ignore.

“But, I mean…just because I feel that way doesn’t mean anything’ll come of it.” He added quickly, swallowing roughly, his eyes becoming something distant. “Never does. I mean, first thing’s first, she’d have to feel it back. And…and as much as Clara comes along with me and…and as different as she is—she promised me she’d stand by me no matter what, she’s shown me that she will—I doubt it’s like that.”

“You know, I kissed her.” His hands gripped down at the grass beneath him. “It was a moment of weakness, I…I know I shouldn’t have, but… I don’t know.” And if there was one thing that the Doctor knew, it was that he wasn’t all too fond of not-knowing. Particularly in matters of his hearts. “But she’s perfect. And I can’t help it.”

The Doctor glanced at his future self as he spoke, his face growing serious. He had thought that way once before and it had been too late. He would never know what could have been.

“No. Don’t you say that. Not ever. We’ve thought that way before and look where it’s got us.” He shook his head, looking away once more and sighing.

He blinked at Eleven’s next words, caught off guard but not altogether surprised. He doesn’t shrink away, doesn’t let another tear escape him. He’s almost…numb…

“Doctor,” he said quietly.”Tell her.” He looked up at Eleven, his gaze piercing.”Please, tell her. I won’t sit here and watch myself be too late. Not again…” He looked away, his hands clasped together. “Whatever’s stopping you-know that nothing-nothing-is more important than her knowing.”

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“Sounds nice” Mia sighed, imagining that. It got rather lonely at times, especially when her only friend was in one of his weird painting hazes. Even if Mia did mind-and she would until the end of times claim that she didn’t, that she understood- then she wouldn’t tell him. But making other friends, meeting other people to pass the time with was hard when one was lightyears away from their own, destroyed planet, was a mercenary to make a living and understood little of human culture. All these things sometimes invoked a homesickness that the alien stubbornly tried to ignore.

She was glad that the Doctor had a home. She observed the police box for a moment, direction her attention back to the other alien. ”My home too, if I want?” she parroted lamely. She had a home, here on Earth. Maybe an imperfect one, but that didn’t mean that she wanted to leave. It wasn’t like she had elsewhere to go anyway. Mia curiously followed him.

The space inside the ship -the TARDIS she mentally corrected herself after learning the vehicle’s name- was much bigger than on the outside. “Sweet” Mia said with a smile, turning around and craning her neck to get a better look. “It’s bigger on the inside!” The control room was much unlike the bridge of the vessel that had carried her to Earth; there had been a long of very strong glass in order to let the needed sunlight pass, while the TARDIS seemed to have no windows at all. That didn’t mean she didn’t like it.

The Majesdane was still taking in the entire room as she joined the Doctor at the control panel. “She is lovely. It’s a she, right? The English language usually refers to vessels with a female pronoun, as did the language of my own race. I’m not sure if it’s an universal thing.” She smiled sheepishly at him.

“That’s right,” he replied, standing at the panel. “If you want.” He smiled at her comment-the one nearly every companion so far had said. He watched as Mia moved around the room, her awe glowing through her eyes and her smile.

“That’s right,” he said, standing straight and tracing the controls next to him lightly before moving towards the Majesdanian, hands in his pockets. “She’s my life-long companion,” he said, flashing a smile and looking around the room.

“And you know,” he said, giving the girl a pointed look. “Not every room in here is without windows.” He grinned knowingly and turned away agin to sit at the controls.

Know Your Enemy || Dalek!Eleven, Ten and Ty

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Typhoon watched the Doctor carefully and nervously as he raced back to the console and took off. He grabbed the gun and moved back out of the way of Ten as he raced around the console, definitely much faster and harder than Ty thought he should have been doing. He nodded in understanding as the Doctor piloted them away from where the Vortex Blaster was fired, before landing back safely away from where their confrontation occurred.

“You should probably rest a bit more,” said Ty as he placed the blaster back on the console just so he wouldn’t accidentally fire it inside the TARDIS. He couldn’t help but smile though once the Doctor started laughing, his own relief coming to the surface as he realized what they had escaped from and lived to tell the tale about it.

But that all changed quickly when another man barged in, his own Sonic Screwdriver at the ready. “Doctor?” he questioned softly, confused as to what was going on. He tensed, knowing that Ten was still hurt and not in good enough condition to take on much of anything else as the man in the bowtie came in with his gun -screwdriver- blazing.

“Eleven? What does that mean?” Typhoon had lost all sense of rationality for a moment as he moved closer to the Doctors, their combined sonics making him blink in concentration as he tried to focus. He shook his head as he prepared his psychic powers, ready to defend the Doctor at a moment’s notice if he needed to. I guess its true…. When it rains it pours.

The cold expression held true on the Doctor’s face as he quickly brought his sonic screwdriver up from pointing at his younger still, instead, aiming it at the TARDIS console. Within moments, sparks began shooting out of the machine, a whirring noise of pain echoing through the room. His free hand grabbed at the time lord’s tie tightly, his grip determined as his face.

Kill the Doctor.

His eyes quickly shot over to the other man in the room. Irrelevant, a spare. Heighten senses, perhaps, but nothing necessarily of extreme threat. “This is a personal issue,” He said calmly, turning back to look into the eyes of his younger self. “I recommend you stay out of it.”

“Oh, I’ve seen the light, Ten.” His voice was effected, words coming out smoothly, his tone threatening. “Doing what should’ve been done ages ago. Even you know we’ve lived too long, I realized it when I was you. You think 900’s too long, try 1300 years of interfering with a galaxy that doesn’t need us—that we merely harm.”

“I’ve got to die,” He continued nonchalantly. “The Doctor is the enemy. And that’s the truth. I’ve taken everything else out, love, joy, sadness, fear—just hate. Oh, and there’s nothing I hate more than myself. Which includes you. And you know, you being me and I being you, if I just kill you—then I cease to exist. The person who killed you in the past is your future self—how about that? You know what that’d do?”

“A massive paradox. Like nothing this city’s seen—which is saying a lot, really. Taking a good portion of the coast of this country out with us. Send the pathetic human race a message. That they’re nothing, so weak, mortal and inferior.” In one movement, using his grip on Ten’s tie, he slammed him down onto the TARDIS console, using his sonic to create a few more sparks, his face still terribly cold.

The Doctor could feel Eleven’s breath hot in his face, his own rasping in his throat as the man spoke. He glanced at the TARDIS console, attempting to aim his own sonic at it, his hand shaking. The sparks died down, but not completely. He could feel the pain of it inside him-the TARDIS was screaming into him.

He glanced at Ty and back at Eleven. “Bit of a long story,” he gasped as the other time lord’s grip grew tighter.

“That’s not true-none of it,” he managed. “You know that. We’ve helped so many people countless times. There are many in the universe who wouldn’t be where they are now thanks to us,” he said desperately, ignoring his future self’s statement of living too long. He had thought it. Many times over, he had thought of the many lives of a time lord and what he wouldn’t give to be as simple as the beings he protected each day. To live that sweetly short amount of time that they did…

Hate. That’s all you’ve ever done is hate yourself and now look where it’s got you. In many years time you’ll come back. You’ll have figured it all out-a way to finally put an end to this misery.

No.

“No,” he said out loud. “Eleven you can’t do this! These people-they are innocent. Beautiful, precious things. You’ve given your life over and over to save them you can’t do this now! What’s happened to you?!”

The Doctor grunted as he collapsed onto the floor beneath the console, his newly-healed ribs screaming in protest, the gash on his forehead reopened. He scrambled back up, steadying himself on the console. He looked at Eleven-at the man he would become. His eyes narrowed as he studied the other’s face.

“What have you become?” he whispered, more to himself than anything. “Eleven it’s me. Listen, please-don’t do this. Please, please don’t do this. You’re better than all of this.”