The mind of the subject will desperately struggle to create memories where none exist… R Lutece.

"Doctor? Why're you bleeding?"

"I'm not... Oh. Wait…yes I am."

"Since when do you get nosebleeds?"

"Never had one really. This is the first."

The Doctor woke with a start. The cream coloured walls surrounding him blurred into one big mess as his eyes refused to focus. He sat up, a trickle of thick, dark liquid ran down from his nose to his upper lip. He wiped it away in disgust and noticed that it had left a long red streak across the back of his hand. "Well that's new." He muttered before raising himself off the bed. It was only a short walk down the corridors of the TARDIS to the bathroom. The Doctor yawned silently before opening the door and making his way to the sink. The tap, somewhat rusted, squeaked as he turned it. Cold water gushed out from the spout and a number of droplets splashed out of the basin and onto the floor.

The Doctor washed his hands and proceeded to wet his face before staring into the mirror opposite.

"Am I ever gonna see you again?"

The Doctor ran a shaking hand through his brown, unruly, hair.

"I love you."

He lashed out and punched the mirror, shattering it into a million tiny shards.

The lights above him flickered as the walls around him shuddered.

"I'm sorry!" He shouted before laying a hand on the basin. "I'm sorry." He repeated quietly as he slid to the cool, white marble floor.

There was a subtle fizzling sound and the Doctor looked up. One by one the light bulbs began to pop and shatter.

Shielding himself from the falling debris, the Doctor slid underneath the basin. His psychic paper and sonic screwdriver skidded across the floor as they fell from his pocket. They came to a stop few feet away. Completely in darkness, the Doctor felt around amongst the glass for his lost items. His hand closed around what he thought to be his screwdriver, but turned out to be part of the mirror. He swore before withdrawing his hand. A large, deep gash making it's mark onto his right hand.

"Really?! Right now!? You chose now to torture me?" The Doctor shouted at the walls around him. "I just need one little, tiny, miniscule break. Is that too much for you?"

As though responding to his words a small 'exit sign' above the door illuminated, flooding the room with a green light.

"Thank you." He nodded with authority as he leaned forward and picked up the screwdriver and the wallet containing the paper.

It had been three days, twelve hours, two minutes and thirty-six seconds since he had left the non-bride Donna Noble behind.

It had been four days, sixteen hours, seven minutes and ten seconds since he had last laid eyes on Rose Tyler.

And throughout each of those days the memories haunted him.

The Doctor made his way back to the main chamber of the TARDIS leaving a fairytale trail of blood behind him. Using his left hand he rifled through a cardboard box which had been stored beneath the control panel. The TARDIS hummed reassuringly in the background. For the first time in years it was not heading to a destination, simply floating contentedly in the space time vortex.

Within seconds the Doctor had located what he had been looking for. With a victorious smile he unwound a white coil of bandage and wrapped up his right hand and tore the end with his teeth. Securing the bandage in place with a small safety pin he admired his handy work before kicking the box from whence it came.

The Doctor leaned back on the control panel carefully, so as to not push any buttons, and began to hum a tune from his childhood, any sound was better than the relentless chatter of his own thoughts. Without warning the entire TARDIS jerked to the side violently.

Whilst steadying himself a burning sensation had the Doctor reaching to his pocket. Slowly he took out the wallet containing the psychic paper and flipped it open. Written upon it was a simple message.

"Bring us the girl and wipe away the debt – R Lutece"

"Lutece?" The Doctor questioned, as he read the note. "Where have I heard that name be-"

The TARDIS lurched forward again, leaving the Doctor grasping into thin air in the attempt to steady himself.

His feet slid out from beneath him causing the side of his head to smash into the controls. The TARDIS came to an abrupt halt as the Doctor's body hit its mesh flooring.

Rolling to his side, the Doctor groaned in pain before opening one eye slowly.

The door to the TARDIS was hanging wide open and on the outside, from what he could see, there appeared to be a library of sorts. Battered by the fall the Doctor lay there a moment before he heard a woman's voice from the outside.

"What do you want from me?"

Hello Potential Readers :)

So this is the start of my crossover. Let me know if you like or if you hate it. I'm not used to crossovers but I hope it doesn't disappoint.

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