The Doctor slowly made his way into the TARDIS with the help of Strax, his image flickering with every step he took. It seemed that the closer he got to the TARDIS, the more unstable it became.
"I knew it," he groaned in his seventh form as he pushed away from Strax and braced himself against the controls of the TARDIS. He took off his White hate and wiped sweat away from his forehead as he looked upon the large metal dome that was strapped to one part of the TARDIS. A long thin line of light was slowly moving up the side of the dome with every second, more than likely the digital fuse for the bomb that was latched to the TARDIS. "That's a bad bomb. That will erase all life in every rrrrroom of the TARDIS. The Time Lords used these whenever their ships had been taken by the Daleks."
"Sir, I think it would be best if you returned to your newest form. If you die whilst in a later form you will be unable to regenerate," Strax warned as stomped across the floor of the TARDIS and stood at the Doctor's side. "Allow me to patch you up. You need to heal!"
"That will not be necessary Strax, for in a moment I may be killed anyway. It would be a waste of supplies," the Doctor spoke with a sigh, his face growing paler by the moment. "Besides, we've been trying to rrrrre-balance our timeline ever since this began. It seems that our newest body cannot be summoned."
The seventh Doctor wiped his forehead again and let out a groan of pain. The color was draining from his saggy face and his body was starting to fizzle like the picture on a broken television screen.
"Sir...what do you mean?" Strax asked as he watched the Time Lord slowly wither away with concern. "You mentioned fracturing Time and now you speak of death. What do you mean by that?"
"The Blondie had an idea which he wrote down in his own blood before the TARDIS fractured his time line and summoned the rest of us," the curly blond Doctor in the patchwork suit said as he switched with the Seventh. He seemed to smile with amusement as he traced his finger along the controls and circled the small bloody message which read; take a leap of faith'
. "I thought that the idea was rather good, but then again I have always been a little more reckless than the other Doctors."
"But the risks are very high," the Third Doctor spoke grimly as the blond curls turned grey and the patch work became velvet. He stared solemnly at the message, seemingly unperturbed by the bomb that was still ticking away. "The best case scenario is that our fractured time line returns to normal."
"What is the worst scenario?" Strax asked. "Do you die?"
"No, we smash our Time Line to smithereens and undo hundreds of years of our history," the Doctor said gravely. "Everything foe we could not foil will triumph. Every life we saved will die. History will be reset and the lives of those who have yet to live will be extinguished as Time compensates for the loss. Right now we are voting to decide whether we can truly go through with his plan.
"But, what is the plan?" Strax asked with desperation, becoming increasingly aware of how close the dome bomb was to filling up fully.
The Doctor opened his mouth to explain, but before he could a honking sound echoed through the room and the Eleventh Doctor's image washed over the Third before he reached into his tweed jacket and pulled out his psychic paper.
"Oh...Robin Baker..." the Doctor said fondly and smiled weakly as he looked over the psychic message that had been left on the small rectangle of paper. "Your sister is quite amazing Allen," he called to Allen and shook the paper at him with a grin. "Not only is she brave, clever and a giant pain in the backside, but she's also one of the most marvelous people that I have ever met."
"She is currently in the process of being married off to the loony master. And rather than worrying about the horrible things that he'll make her do, she sends this to me!" The Doctor said before holding up the paper before him.
I don't know what is going to happen now.
Everything seems just a little bit hopeless, but I've seen what happens when you're faced with hopeless situations.
You always find a way to surprise me.
You always find a way to be the hero that I know you are.
Don't worry about me. I'm going to be fine, but you need to act fast.
Below is one sentence that can bring every human on Earth out of their trance.
I created it as a way to counter the psychic attack the Master forced me to do, he has no idea it exists.
Transfer this through the psychic beacon and every human will wake up.
Hopefully it will be of some use. The rest is up to you, Doctor.
Go on, impress a girl.
The Doctor smiled warmly as the message changed to one small phrase. A made up word that he knew all too well. He handed the psychic paper to Allen and rolled up his sleeves before backing up a few metres, as if planning to jump a great distance or deliver a flying kick.
His image flickered again and again in preparation, each Doctor smiling as they prepared themselves for what they were about to do. What the message had convinced them to do, for it was a reminder of the day in which Robin Baker had told the Doctor exactly who he was and who he needed to be.
The simple words of Jk Rowling, Expecto patronum