Fighting Against Fire [One] (The Protector Chronicles)

Prologue

The Doctor stood in the house or what he would rather call a mansion as the Protector narrowed her eyes to slits. "You don't have to do this." She warned, "Gallifrey doesn't have to go this way."

"I'm trying to do you a favour." The Time Lord narrowed his eyes in return. "I'm not doing this because we're friends-"

"Which we definitely are not with the stunt you're about to pull." She raised a finger at him. "No wonder the high council wanted you gone."

The Doctor scoffed and crossed his arms. "Definitely not friends, I try to help you and you throw it back in my face." He shook his head. "Should have known." He turned to leave. "Never trust a Time Lady who calls herself 'The Protector'."

The woman rolled her eyes at the back of the Time Lords head. After hearing the front door shut she sighed and glanced at her TARDIS, neatly parked in the corner of the room. The TARDIS made a beeping noise and the Time Lady chuckled. "Of course we're getting out of here." She headed towards the machine disguised as a walk in wardrobe. "You really think I'm going to let them Daleks get away with it all?" She asked and entered the dark looking, bronze, steampunk-looking console room, the only light illuminating from the blue glow of the console. "What's the point of calling myself 'The Protector' if I don't help every now and then?"

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