So...here goes! I'm self-taught and still learning here, so I happily accept and take to heart comments and criticism.
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Truth, Justice and EpilogueEpilogue: Another WorldTruth, Justice and Epilogue
Gently setting the tiny clones of himself and Rose into the damp grass of Hyde Park, the Doctor asked, Now, you two sure youll be all right? I dont want you turning up some wild dogs chew toy, you understand.
After an extremely squeaky and indignantly scathing lector on how he knew how to care for Tiny Rose, the Tiny Doctor ran off into the bushes, blonde companion in eternal tow. Beside him, the Doctors own full-sized Rose was smiling as she watched them go.
Wouldnt be surprised if some kid starts a


Truth, Justice and.... Ch. 5Chapter Five: Mister MasterTruth, Justice and.... Ch. 5
He might have known.
When Tiny Doctor had led him to the lair of the scientist whod created him from stolen samples of the Doctors biological material (they had the power to dematerialize and reappear, just like the TARDIS, grating sound and everything, and how brilliant was that the Doctor had known who he would find. How could he not? After all, who else would name their offices Prydon Industries? Still, a promise was a promise, and so even though he was anxious to go and seek out his opponent in the t


Truth, Justice and... Ch. 4Chapter Four: JailbreakTruth, Justice and... Ch. 4
Its times like this Im almost grateful to be the last living Time Lord. Humans, at least, have seen stranger.
To be honest, the Doctor had finally ceased to be surprised by any of this new reality when he went looking for a place to change and had found an old, unused Police Public Call Box sitting placid as could be on a street corner a few blocks from the police station. The police station where hed recently, and very rudely (he was supposed to be the rude one, rude and not ginger, that was him, and it just didnt work if someone was ru


Truth, Justice and... Ch. 3Chapter Three: Still Best FriendsTruth, Justice and... Ch. 3
Back at the Daily Galaxy, the Doctor was twisting restlessly back and forth in his wheeled office chair, feet on the desk, as Rose finished typing up the article about the U.N.I.T. Labs robbery and discovery of the Tiny Doctor. Every now and then she lifted her head to shoot him a peeved glare, but honestly, what help would he be? He was a Time Lord, not a reporter. Not to mention, hed noticed a slight tendency towards the verbose this regeneration. Talkative. Very fond of words. A walking thesaurus. Gobby gi