THE GALLIFREY CHRONICLES, A NEW WAR

Author note Chapter 2 is now up, please review. Beta read by Forestwater.

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Jack sighed. Time Lords were impossible, he thought, as he stared at the broken glass littering the office; he hadn't seen that coming. It was obvious she didn't trust him, and for all he knew she was right not to. Jack was still missing two years of his life. He could have done anything in and wouldn't know. Hell, he didn't even know for sure whether it was the time agency that had taken his memories, or if it was something more sinister that he had yet to discover.

As if on cue, he heard the familiar whirring of the TARDIS. The Doctor stepped out wearing his usual trench coat, but without a companion this time. He headed straight for the Torchwood building, failing to notice the red phone box that was rebuilding itself.
The Doctor walked in, noticing the smashed glass window. "What happened?" he asked.

"Someone crashed a . . . space ship." He took a deep breath, looking down at his shoes. "I think it was a TARDIS. And I think she was a Time Lord."

The Doctor froze, staring down at him with wide eyes. When he spoke, it was slowly and clearly, as though talking to an idiot. "There are no others, Jack. They're . . . they're all dead." He choked on the last word and cleared his throat to cover it.

"She has two hearts. I'm sure she was one of you."

"Who was she, Jack?" The Doctor demanded. When Jack didn't answer immediately, he snapped, "Jack. What was her name?"

Jack shook his head, trying to sort it out in his head. "She said her name was White Wolf."

The Doctor gasped. How could she be here? He took a deep breath, running his hands through his hair. He had to find her. Hadn't there been something outside? A . . . phone box. . . . He whirled around and hurried over to it, yanking on the door handle with all his might but unable to open it. Where could she be?

He turned to Jack, who had followed him and was standing with his hands behind his back. "What did you do?" he snarled, clenching his hands into fists to keep from lunging at Jack -- an impulse he'd never had before. "Why did she run?"

Jack shook his head. Once again, he had no answer.

Emmaline sprinted through the city. She knew that it was pointless going back to her TARDIS; for one thing it was broken, and even if it was to repair itself, the secrets of the TARDIS had been taken from her.

She had been so keen to get away from the Time Lords and for what? To be totally alone on the earth.

When she used to live on Gallifrey and they had been in wars, she had not stood with them, instead vowing pacifism. That was the reason for her choice of name: The White Wolf had symbolized peace and harmony and a promise she would bring an end to wars, but that she might be alone in her quest. Even though she'd resigned herself -- by her name and way of life -- to solitude, she'd never imagined being quite this alone, without even a place to go to or a soul to talk to.

A sudden rush of pain swept through her body. Oh no. She couldn't regenerate right now. She didn't have -- She collapsed, wracked with agony, as she started to change.

The voice in her head told her to find the Doctor, though she had no idea whether she would recognize him or not. It had been centuries since she had seen him, and he had probably regenerated since they last saw each other. Still, once she was strong enough to stand, she started walking, her Time Lord senses guiding her back the way she had come. Finally she saw it: the old battered police box. A TARDIS. As she drew close enough she ran her fingers over it, feeling a rush of warmth and with it, love mixed with sorrow for her own ship.

Without warning, a wave of pain hit her, and she gasped. It's going wrong my regeneration is going wrong, she thought, fighting dizziness as she leaned against the door.

"Well you obviously did something," shouted a man nearby. Through her haze, she saw that he was a thin man with spiky hair and a trench coat. He was shouting at the man she saw earlier. Jack.

"I'm telling you I didn't know!" That was the last thing she was aware of before the pain overtook her completely and she fell to the ground. She didn't hear the fighting stop, nor did she see the men rushing towards her or feel the arms that lifted her into the air.

At that point, she was gone.

The Doctor watched her as she lay in the medical wing in his TARDIS. It was her, his daughter.

How had this happened? She had died in the Time War. His youngest child. . . . she'd died in his arms. He was there. He saw it. Her regeneration had gone wrong, just as his had, once. She shouldn't be here, and she couldn't be.

He placed his hand, disbelieving, over one heart, and then the other. Only one of her hearts was beating correctly; and the other was beating slowly, often missing a beat. She was burning up, and he put a wet sponge over her head. She kept mumbling words: Father, no, Gallifrey . . .

"What's wrong with her? Who is she?" asked Jack. "She mentioned Gallifrey earlier, told me it's not gone."

He was silent for a long time, staring down at her with an expression of surprising tenderness on his face. Finally he replied, "It's gone, Jack. I saw it die." He paused. "Her regeneration went wrong. She needs tea." The Doctor hauled himself to his feet, animated once again. "Super-heated infusion of free-radicals and tannins, just the thing for healing the synapses! Allons-y !" He dismissed Jack to fetch the drink, never straying from his daughter's side. Finally he returned with the tea, which the Doctor put in a tube. "White Wolf, I need you take this," he said.

"No, I don't want to," she whimpered as the Doctor poured the liquid into her mouth. Within seconds she opened her eyes and glanced around.

"Its okay, you are in the TARDIS. You are safe."

"Dad," she said. "I thought you were dead. They told me you were dead." She started crying, a mixture of exhaustion, fear, and relief that couldn't be held back for another moment.

"I lived. Everyone else died."

She pulled herself up, looking at the Doctor. "No, they told me."

He paused, tilting his head to the side. "Who?"

"The Lord President." She took another gulp of liquid and sat up, leaning back against the wall with her eyes closed. "Thank you for this," she said.

The Doctor ignored her thanks. "That's . . . impossible. Everyone died in the Time War."

"They didn't die! Gallifrey is still there," she insisted.

He could see that she really believed it, though he didn't know how it could be possible. He saw the end of Gallifrey. He had time-locked it. Something here was very, very odd.

Luckily, he loved odd things, and he loved to make them better. It was his gift.

He was the Doctor, and there was nothing he couldn't fix.

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