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Chapter Seven: A Star For Reading

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A Trenzalorian man was turned into a Cyborg for one purpose: to hunt down The Doctor. With his mind locked away, he has no choice but to follow these orders, but unexpectedly, he gets freed. In control again, he's forced to travel along the Doctor's timeline, and together, they search for a way to fully rid him of his orders.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/67625391/chapters/231929991

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[INT. TARDIS CONSOLE ROOM]

Thump, Thump, Thump—CLANG! 

“Why would you say that?” The Doctor lifted his goggles. The man’s eyes drifted up through the glass floor toward the time rotor—he huffed. “Of course, I’m fixing you.” 

The Doctor pointed a warning finger up, “I detest that! I am very much qualified. I am the most qualified person in existence!” 

A shrill hum rang through the console room.

“What’s so funny?” The Time Lord asked with his brows drawn together—the TARDIS didn’t deign him a response. 

The Doctor shook his head, slid his goggles back over his eyes and went back to tinkering to keep his mind occupied.

But that didn’t last forever, “I don’t have the parts!” The Doctor threw his head back and groaned in annoyance. The man sprang to his feet and begrudgingly made his way back up to the console. 

As his hand brushed the metal control centre, his mind flooded with amusement. “Oh, you, you meddling MEDDLER!” The Doctor looked up with a disappointed look, “You hid the parts, didn’t you?” 

I recently finished Evangelion, and to commemorate that I did, I decided to draw the bestest boy Pen Pen.

Chapter Six: Party to the End!

Summary:

A Trenzalorian man was turned into a Cyborg Assassin, now he's forced to travel along one man's Timeline, The Doctor's. Together, they search for a way to break him free from his programmed orders. Along with this, he deals with newfound powers; Everett can see into the future and with the help of the Time Vortex as their chosen, he learns to

https://archiveofourown.org/works/67625391/chapters/222223971

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[INT. LAZARUS LABORATORIES — EVENT HALL]

Everett winced as his finger slid away from his ear.

“Stop that.” The Doctor hissed at the Trenzalorian as he began to raise his finger back up to his right ear.

Everett dropped his head onto their table with a loud sigh “The buzzing will not stop!” 

The Doctor’s eyes traced over Everett’s ears, putting to memory every detail—his brows knitted together as he realised they were as red as a lobster. “Well, rubbing at them won’t make it quiet down. It should go away in an hour or so, just try to be patient, okay?” 

Everett’s head lifted a slight bit—his eyes narrowed. He stared at the Doctor for a few seconds before dropping his head back between his arms. 

“You’ve been shown things, haven’t you?” The Doctor inquired in a hushed tone. 

“Yes…” The Cyborg's brow creased significantly “But how did you know?” 

The Doctor hummed—his lips quirked up into a wide smile. “I’ve known you for ages.” The Doctor rubbed at his eyes, “I can tell based on the determined glint you get in your eyes.” 

Chapter Two: A Plastic Present

Summary:

Once upon a time, a choice led to running and death for one of the Doctor's friends. Once upon a time, a sentient ship took matters into her own hands and changed that decision.

Now, time has changed, but is it for the better or for worse?

Old ghosts stir, old wounds reopen, and Nardole and the Doctor must navigate their way through with new friends and allies.

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“Flip the stabilisers!” Nardole yelled at the Doctor as he clung to a crystal pillar.

Nardole groaned as the Time Lady ran the other way. The TARDIS whirred in laughter, the orange lighting flickering blue—she was glad to have her thief back. 

The Time Lady ran past the translucent TARDIS model upon the console and cranked it sideways with an excited smile—as she did, the time ship lurched violently, throwing Nardole off the pillar back first into the console—THUNK—as his back connected, his hands found and grabbed a hold of the console, holding him tightly against it. 

The Doctor herself took a tumble backwards, but in the process, she pulled down a handle and not a moment later, the TARDIS calmed down.  WOOSH—WOOSH, the crystal rotor kept bobbing up and down, being the only evidence the ship was still in flight.

Nardole rubbed a bead of sweat from his brow, as his right hand let go of the console, and he didn’t fall; his mechanical heart slowed a few paces. 

“Really, what happened to your flying skills?” Nardole glared the Doctor’s way. “You used to drive flawlessly. Now you drive like Mr Bean!” His voice squeaked as he finished the sentence.

Chapter Five: Let's Go Party!

Summary:

A Trenzalorian man was turned into a Cyborg Assassin, now he's forced to travel along one man's Timeline, The Doctor's. Together, they search for a way to break him free from his programmed orders. Along with this, he deals with newfound powers; Everett can see into the future and with the help of the Time Vortex as their chosen, he learns to

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[INT. TARDIS SCIENCE LAB]

“Agh!” Everett pulled his arm out of the Doctor’s grasp. The Time Lord shot the cyborg an apologetic smile, “My apologies, I didn’t intend to switch that off.” 

Everett stuck his left hand inside his arm and flipped a tiny red lever, bringing his hand back to life. Everett side-glanced at the Doctor. “I didn’t even know what was inside of me, and I knew that should not have been touched.” 

The Doctor flipped the page of his notepad and noted something down, then tapped his pen against his chin, “The layout of your innards makes no sense; they really made sure you couldn’t be tampered with.” 

“Of course they did,” Everett replied with a sneer firmly set upon his features. The Doctor put his pen down and spun back toward Everett. “But don’t worry, I’m making progress. Seeing as this is all new for you, let me show you my progress so far.” 

The Doctor wheeled to the left, halting his chair at a round globe mounted on the workbench. Everett slid over to the Doctor and observed curiously as the man pulled up a schematic. 

“Is that me?” Everett asked with a lifted brow—on the globe, Everett’s shape was being projected. A few parts lit up with an iridescent glow. 

Chapter Four: A Wave of Reality

Summary:

A Trenzalorian man was turned into a Cyborg Assassin, now he's forced to travel along one man's Timeline, The Doctor's. Together, they search for a way to break him free from his programmed orders. Along with this, he deals with newfound powers; Everett can see into the future and with the help of the Time Vortex as their chosen, he learns to handle his powers.

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[INT. BEACH HOUSE — LIVING ROOM]

“So let me get this straight.” Lucie said as she plopped down next to Everret, “That thing-” Lucie gestured a thumb to the charred figure,  “Just appeared out of nowhere?” 

Everett stroked at his chin, “Pretty much that, yeah,” the cyborg leaned his head back to stare at Lucie, “although, it shouldn’t be that hard to get for you. The TARDIS does the same thing, doesn’t she?” 

Lucie's expression went deadpan, “Well, yes! But she’s a spaceship. THAT’S a dead body! Very different.”

Everett did a half shrug, “Eh, doesn’t really matter anyway. What does matter is why it appeared here in the first place?”

“Uhm, guys.” Anton called from nearby the body, “Is it shrinking?” 

Chapter One: Program Shutdown

Chapter Five: Am I Caught?

Summary:

In his Tenth incarnation, The Doctor had done things he regretted. Now, the consequences of those actions have caught up with him, all while he struggles with the question: Is he a good man? Is he still The Doctor?

And then there's his face, why does he recognize it? What does it mean?

At the same time, he finds himself entangled in a mystery surrounding Amelia Pond and the strange crack that seems to follow her through Time and Space. Will he find the answers he's looking for, or will he be forced to live with the unknown?

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[INT. BRIGHT’S TENT — EVENING]

Bright’s fists clenched together; not one thing was going right; he could deal with the audio link not being able to be set up again… But a town-wide power outage was pushing it.

“Lewin,” The superior officer began, “Do get to the point, I have had it up to here with…” Bright trailed off and waved his hands about. 

Lewin nervously fiddled with a loose button on his coat. “Just tell me,” Bright’s face carried signs of tiredness—Lewin straightened.

“Yes, sir.” Lewin took a swift stride to the table and pushed a piece of paper in front of Bright. 

The man blinked a few times as he scanned the contents of the piece of paper. 

“Seriously?”

Lewin pushed his glasses up as he nodded, “Totally, sir, that’s where the outage originated.” 

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