THE LAST TIME LORD

Author note Chapter 2 is now up thanks to XTimeGirlX for beta reading this chapter

and for lilyean24 for reviewing, and all those who have added this story on story alert. Please review it really helps me to improve and makes my day.

Disclaimer I don't own Doctor who if I did David would remain the Doctor and I would never have killed the Time Lords off.

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Kate whimpered as she pulled herself out of bed; her head hurt. The song was forever in her head. It was always there -- never ceasing, never ending. Just that same damn song, over and over again! She silently cried, wondering what was wrong with her. She had a good life, a brilliant job... but something was missing. She felt huge chunks of her life were missing; it was almost like she woke up seven years ago and some of her memories had been taken from her.

No, her life wasn't really happy. She was known to people as 'Kate Harrison, the talented artist', but she'd give it all up in an instant for the noise to go away.

Suddenly, she had a flash of a memory. There was a young girl - she was crying in a dark tower and there didn't seem be any way out. Big steep mountains surrounded the tower, and outside it was so dark and foggy and red thunderbolts continuously fell from the sky. There was no way out and then... there was something else, but the memory had gone and she couldn't recall what she had remembered. She shook her head as the tears fell down her face; she didn't know what her tears were for, she couldn't remember. And that only made her cry harder. She picked up the pocket watch which was on her dressing table. It had strange writing on it that she couldn't read. As she ran her fingers along the words, it brought her comfort – just being able to hold it. She quickly stuffed it in her pocket as she got herself ready and walked the five minutes to the small art studio where all her pictures were. She sighed deeply; they were rubbish, she knew it, but it was the best she could do.

In a fit of rage she grabbed the paint, throwing it at one of pictures. As the paint ran down the picture, marring the colours, she knelt down on the floor and sobbed uncontrollably.
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"So why is this girl so important?" Sally asked, full of curiosity

"Because I'm curious as to how she can paint pictures of something that no human has ever seen and how she could dream about it."

"Could she be one of your people?" Sally asked.

"No, they're dead, Sally, every last one of them. Besides, if there were any others I'd sense it in here," he said, pointing to his head. "Time Lords can sense one another."

He turned left and Sally followed him towards the small art shop where they hoped to find the mysterious Kate Harrison.

"We're here to see Kate," the Doctor said, grinning openly."I'm the Doctor."

"Kate!" he shouted, "Someone to see you!"

A young girl stepped out of the shadows, her ginger hair glittering in the sunshine. There was something vaguely familiar about her; he couldn't quite pinpoint it. Was it her eyes? They were the brightest blue eyes he had ever seen - blue as the sea. There was only one person in his life he'd ever known with piercing bright blue eyes and she was gone forever.

"Hello, I'm Kate." Her eyes were all red like she had just been crying.

The Doctor held out his hand. "I'm the Doctor and this is Sally."

"I'm fine; really I'm fine. I don't need a Doctor," she told him, her voice tainted with anxiety. 'I'm not crazy. I'm not,' she thought to herself.

"Kate, I'm not that kind of Doctor. I came to ask you about the pictures of Gallifrey."

"Gallifrey?" she asked with a blank look upon her face. As they followed her towards her studio, the doctor was overwhelmed by the pictures. There were at least thirty pieces, depicting Gallifrey. The city, the tower, the Time Lords... "That's not possible," he whispered. There was a long, uneasy silence. Finally, he looked at Kate. "How did you paint these?"

"I saw them, in my dreams. The places, the buildings...they're in my dreams." She told him, her voice quiet and faraway.

"Tell me about your dreams, Kate." He spoke softly, not wanting to alarm her.

"I saw a place in my dreams, with twin suns that brightened over and above the mountains capped with snow. The brightness glinted over the cerise mountains and the clear aquamarine ocean and the sounds of the melodies of the beautiful birds in the air. The city is enclosed by a glass dome...there's so much beauty..."

He knew then that she shouldn't be having dreams of Gallifrey. She had described Gallifrey perfectly and in great detail. He turned to Kate. "This shouldn't be possible but yet you have described Gallifrey perfectly. But no human has ever been to Gallifrey."

"You keep saying Gallifrey," stated Kate, a bewildered look upon her face.

"Yes, yes." The Doctor nodded. "It's my home; it's where I'm from."

"Tell me about it, please."

Taking a deep intake of breath, The Doctor thought back to his beloved planet. "They used to call it the Shining World of the Seven Systems. And on the continent of Wild Endeavour, in the mountains of Solace and Solitude, there stood the Citadel of the Time Lords - the oldest and most mighty race in the universe. Looking down on the galaxies below, sworn never to interfere, only to watch, they would observe the passing of time. And it was beautiful. Those vast mountains capped with snow, the beautiful twin suns-"

"Was?" Kate interrupted with a frown.

"It's gone now," said the Doctor, sadness filling his face.

"It burnt. There's no-one else left. I am the only one, the only Time Lord- " he was about to say more when something dropped out of her pocket and he gasped, taking in the object on the floor...

None of this made any sense; he always understood everything, but this? No, he didn't understand this at all.

She had a fob watch exactly like his. Same writing, same shape, same everything...

"Kate, where did you get that from?" he asked, urgency laced through his words now.

"I've always had it. I don't know, I think..."

"Yes?" he said.

"Something happened, I don't know what..." her voice drifted off, like she was alone.

"Kate," he gently took her arm, "Tell me what happened."

"I lost several years of my memories and I can't ever get them back. Great strides of my life; it's like something is missing from my life and I don't quite know what." As she stood up, she clutched her head. In pain, she stumbled and hit the ground. The Doctor ran over to her.

"Kate... Kate what is it? Talk to me, Kate."

She lay on the floor. "A song... it's always in my head; it never ends..." The song kept getting louder, causing her to groan in pain as the song seemed to rip through her head and she screamed, her eyes wide and frantic.

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