Summary: This will be a crossover of a movie and a TV show from opposite sides of the Atlantic, a unique yet appropriate crossover for an epic adventure...with this prologue, I may be getting a little detailed to set up the two different worlds of the two main characters, and since I'm putting this into two very different fanfiction archives, but things will start moving along once everything is hopefully clear enough. (Note: Yes, the crossover is a bit of a surprise: read and see what you think!)
Disclaimer: I do not own either of these characters-as great as they are, these two are the property of their respective corporations.
Prologue
Matter and space may be created by random fluctuations of energy, but so is time as well when the first three dimensions merge together and then stretch apart into two distinct temporal dimensions…there may be a few others, but from these main dimensions, an infinity of universes are created. Some universes linger close to each other with thin boundaries, but chaos reigns in such situations, and so the shifts of their phases usually tend to naturally pull them away from each other as voids form in between; still, as different as these universes are to each other, they share a common bond in time. For time itself…it is not a strict progression from cause to effect, as from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it is nothing more than a big ball of ever-changing possibilities and chances forming entwining patterns and chaos with infinite branches; since nothing is ever fixed in time, this creates idiosyncrasies.
The leaves on the trees are changing color once more, following the routine of nature in the shifts of time, when all things must fade away through the touch of the cold and the darkness to come; the wind blows roughly and rips a few off the branches, which will soon be bare. A black Ford car cruises down the tree-lined avenue, an antithesis to the brash hues now draping down overhead, but as it halts at the curb with the passenger door opening, a few more leaves are falling; the bespectacled man dressed in an old gray suit stepping out pauses as he stares at the sight. His brown hair has a touch of gray near the temples while his skin, still displaying those old scars, now wrinkles just a little bit more beyond his weary smirks; he cannot move as quickly and as certainly as he had before, not when there has been too much pain.
However, he shakes his head and leans back down as he tells the driver, "Thanks for bringing me here and just remember what I told you-you did write it down, right?"
"Of course I did," the white-haired, balding driver replies. "I'm not as daft as all of that. Now go on, you're going to be late to your own class!"
The professor smiles and slams the car door shut as the driver waves and then steers the black Ford away from the curb and out onto the avenue once more, heading past the red-brick buildings scattered about verdant lawns. It was the start of another school year and the students were rushing past him as the bell in the clock tower rang out several times; the professor hefted the weight of his briefcase, staring down at it in bemusement as his fingers rubbed against the handle before he sighed.
"Well, I'm just going to have to get used to it…the rest of my life."
Millenia ago, on a world in the center of this universe, there was a primitive society which lived in chaos, but then three great leaders rose to prominence as one of them had an idea that since one could travel through spatial dimensions, one should also be able to travel through temporal dimensions. Assisted by the others, they fashioned a ship from living materials, and also expanded the space within its interior without affecting its exterior, before experimenting; after awhile, they successfully achieved their goal and the ship could vanish in one space and at one point in time and then reappear in another space and at another point in time. However, even the smallest of their tests used up enormous amounts of energy and so another member of the trio realized that they would have to create a new power source in order to time travel without restraint…for this, he looked to the stars.
He created a stellar manipulation device and stored it into a special casket before he soared away from his planet, flying closer and closer into a star as he then reached over to grab the casket, unsealing it to remove the device which would allow him to draw upon the power of the star. However, even with such a tool, he was unable to maintain the restraints he had placed upon the star's field of energy and now it began to vacillate; quickly, he stored away the device into its casket and sealed it tightly before his fingers flew to the controls, initiating a retreat. Yet it was too late…for his siphoning and intrusion had weakened the star's structure so that its energy pushed out against its limits, causing the first stellar explosion of its kind, a supernova that seemed to consume the ship of this leader, who had been known as Omega.
Afterwards, his colleagues traveled to the coordinate of the former star that had now collapsed into a black hole, but their ship was strong enough to resist its pull as they harnessed its nucleus, bringing it back to their world in a perfectly balanced stasis. They stored it beneath their Citadel and called it the Eye of Harmony, the source from which they would draw upon the power of time travel so that their society on the planet of Gallifrey would advance and gain such mastery that they would be known as the custodians of time…Time Lords. Yet even as Omega's colleague, the great Rassilon who would be known as their founder, used his Sash to safely control the Eye in coordination with his Great Key to draw out the first strands of energy for their time-traveling ships, he also withdrew a heavier prize…the sealed casket, which had endured the force of a supernova and subsequent black hole, and contained the device that would be known as the Hand of Omega.
Though Barnett College is certainly not the most prestigious college, compared to the Ivy-League universities, it has its own reputation and has gained a certain amount of prestige in recent years with a well-respected staff of professors well-versed in their fields. The professor, at the moment considering this statement that is both implied and stated within its pamphlet, cannot help feeling a little ambivalent about such a message as he looks over his first class of the year…the lecture room is packed, mostly occupied by the sort of students who sit up straight and smile, trying to catch his eye. As he presents the syllabus on the course, emphasizing the key message that this discipline is only focused on the search for fact and requires more hours of research than pursuit, he ignores his interior strife at feeling like some sort of hypocrite just as much as ignores those hopeful faces and fluttering eyes.
At last, class ends and the students, albeit with some reluctance from a few, rush out as the professor realizes, after a quiet moment, that he won't have another class for a few more hours. After shuffling a few papers, he sighs and brushes his fingers through his hair before he gives up and leaves the room, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he walks down the corridors and out of the building. The sun has risen higher in the sky, shining through the clouds as his footsteps crush the fallen leaves while he crosses the lawn and heads over to a bench beneath the curving branches of an old oak, a good spot where he sits down and removes a flask from the inside pocket of his suit jacket, taking a big gulp.
At first, the Time Lords found themselves at odds with other civilizations across the universe, but eventually they saw the disastrous consequences of their actions in interfering with the flow of the history and so they adopted a policy of non-intervention, except with instances of great injustice and threats to existence. Amongst their members, they developed an aloof, arrogant nature that separated them from their bold past with hierarchy and ceremony as their guide, but one tradition still tested the very limits of their character at the young age of 8. For before the children of Gallifrey could be admitted to the Academy and trained as Time Lords, they were initiated by being brought before a portal known as the Untempered Schism, a point where reality had been ripped and they could see into the Time Vortex, the transdimensional spiral connecting all points in time and space.
In viewing this phenomenon, some of these young children were inspired and became the best of the Time Lords…yet the rest either went mad or ran away, becoming the renegades; one boy who ran away, ran so far away that he lost his name, called himself the Doctor. For most of his long life, he had avoided his people as he so often violated their neutral policy by becoming involved in the events of Earth and of so many other worlds with his curious mind always eager to explore, never able to settle with all of his adventures as he met friends and enemies along the way. However, in the end, he returned home when duty called, when an enemy of such malice threatened all of reality and every species in the universe…in the true war to end all wars, the Time War, the planet of Gallifrey and the fleet of their enemy burned with almost all of the Time Lords destroyed…yet the Doctor survived.
"Come on, allons-y, let's move out of here!" the Doctor cried as he rushed into his ship, slamming the door shut behind him.
Inside, the walls of the main room curve downward, covered in roundels and supported by branching columns like strands of coral while illuminated with a bright, warm glow; the floor is grated over a sub-floor and circles round the center of the room, the console with pedestals curving over its round surface. Wiring hangs down from the ceiling, draping over the six curving counters composed of a soft, luminescent substance and protruding from this are odds and ends like a bicycle pump, an orb, a wheel, dials, levers, switches and the monitor. At the nerve of this console is the transparent central column stretching up to the ceiling, the time rotor aglow in teal with cylinders that would oscillate during the course of a trip…this is the TARDIS, the ship that can travel through 'Time And Relative Dimensions In Space', the home of the Doctor.
The Doctor glanced around and frowned. "Oh, that's right…I'm on my own. Been awhile since that's happened. Well, still got to go…and I'm talking to myself. Hmm, at least I listen to me."
The professor stares across the lawn, the flask resting in his lap, when a voice cries, "Professor! Professor Jones!"
Professor Henry Jones Jr., or Indiana Jones as he prefers to be called, turns around and sees the librarian rushing over to him. "Ms. Kitredge? What's wrong?"
Ms. Kitredge reaches the bench and inhales as she clutches a newspaper. "I just had to tell someone, I've just read…Great Britain has declared war on Germany and it's expected that France will do likewise very soon. I mean, it's natural with the way that the Nazis have invaded Poland, but…I fear it's going to be another world war."
Indiana Jones stared up at her and carefully removed the newspaper from her grasp, shaking it to loosen the creases, as he reads the headline. "My god…so it finally happened."