A Fangirl's wishThe Doctor paced around the TARDIS. After brief encounter with the Sontarans who, as always, tried to kill him, the Doctor wanted a time of peace and quiet. This new regeneration fit him quite well, though a little voice inside his head mocked and scolded him, saying that he should learn some manners. The voice sounded old and familiar since it had always been there, telling him what to do. The voice used to match his, slowly growing old along with him but when he experienced his first regeneration, that sound that came out of his mouth was different. Of course, this was normal, being a Timelord and what-not. But, it always seemed odd to him that the little voice always stayed the same, no matter how many new bodies he took on.
By and by new voices chimed in inside his head, getting younger almost every time. They never stayed long, only paused for a moment to say a quick “Hello”, “Look out!” and “Run!!” Then they would have gone off again leaving behind a short word of advice. Some took longer, ranting on about the Daleks and how the sonic screwdriver just broke again. But they would always leave. All but one.
It was always surprising when the Doctor stumbled upon a new voice, one that held more wisdom than he could imagine. They only passed by every century or so leaving him with words of knowledge like “Don't be lasagna” or “This is my spoon!”. These voices disappeared quickly and almost never came back, for each time, a force in reality would break.
It was forbidden to cross your own timestream, but when the Doctor accidently stumbled across a powerful source, his next regeneration would say a few words.
“Uh, Doctor?” A voice thick with a Scottish accent called out from behind him. Human english mind you, don’t get it confused with the others. The Doctor peered up to see a flash of red hair.
“Yes Amy?” He sighed.
“Well I was wondering, when are we going back to see Rory? ‘Cause we kind of left him surrounded by Sontarans.” The girl cried out, slightly annoyed.
“Ah yes! Rory! What a brilliant distraction!” declared the Doctor, jumping to his feet.
“But Doctor, you said we’d go back for him right away…” Amy started.
“Timetravel!” the Doctor said waving his arms, “it’s magic!” He spun around, pulling some levers and pushing some buttons on the TARDIS console.
“Buts no. Travel yes. Save Rory, maybe.” The Timelord said, straightening his bowtie. “So come on! I have a good friend to introduce you to!”
Amy started to protest but the TARDIS was already moving through time and space.
Any true Whovian wishes that that “good friend” was them