Free World. It was the Doctors favourite planet. The people were so diverse. It′s nations ranging from advanced cities to rural farmlands and castles, hundreds of years old. But whilst he loved it here he currently wanted to be anywhere else. Not because of his struggles to stay in one place too long. Not because of his loneliness. 

But because he was being chased by a mutated dragon.

"I′m sorry I didn′t know it was your tail!" He shouted back as he fled from the massive lumbering creature across the shore of Dragonia′s Charred Land. He leapt over a large rock feeling it shatter behind him as the dragons fire hit it. His eyes popped up. "You looked like a tree! I′ve always found trees confusing". It roared.

The Doctor again ran  hearing it′s footsteps gaining on him, with the blue box shaped ship, his Tardis,  just in reach. He ran faster, his hat flying off and on to the floor as he leapt into his Tardis, slamming the door behind him. He stumbled into the quirky looking time machine and pulled a lever, sending him travelling anywhere... Any when. Until the vessel finally hummed to a halt. 

Outside the hissing blue box three humanoids stood, there strange weapons pointing at it. They glanced to each other, curious. They were advanced as a species, advanced enough to know of other species existing. But this was not something they had ever seen. Finally one of them lowered his weapon and stepped forward. Three times his knuckle knocked on the door. 

Nothing.

Suddenly the door creaked open. "Are their any dragons out there?" He whispered. They looked curiously at each other. "Dragons" the voice asked again "big things, large teeth...".

"No... Um, sir can you step out of the box please?" The guard asked.

The doctor checked his hair and fixed his bow tie then stepped out. "Certainly, now where am I exactly? This looks like I′m underground and why is it so cold?"

"Your in the polar regions of the planet..."

"Polar!" He called out "oh that′s wonderful I haven′t seen snow in a long long time!" He pushed past them, running through the corridors with the guards in chase. He ran up the stairs and swung the door open, looking around the white coated planet. "Well now that is a beautiful site!"

"Sir, I′m going to have to ask who you are and what your doing here". The guard asked trying to maintain his polite nature. "Our systems registered your ship as bring made of elements not found on this planet".

"What planet would that be?" The Doctor asked.

"I knew it... Your from another world" one of the younger guards stated, excitement in his voice. "With your help we can win this war!"

The doctors face turned colder than the surrounding snow. "War?" He shook his head "young man, and trust me I say that with a lot of gravity given my own age, war is something I have had my fill of. I don′t want to know where I am or when I am... I won′t help you". He turned and walked back into the bunker. Two guards turned to follow when the youngest pulled the commander back "sir, I scanned him against our data base. Including the data base we took from the crashed alien vessel several years ago". The commander nodded impatiently "and?".

The young man smiled "he is a time lord".

The doctor remembered the horrors of war as he walked back to his Tardis, suddenly wishing he had stayed with the dragon. "You seem like good men, you honestly do. But I can promise you that this war, any war. Whatever started it... It isn′t worth it".

The commander, stepped forward "you think we don′t know that? We don′t want this life. It′s the life that′s been forced on us. I never wanted to be a soldier, I wanted to be a medic. I wanted to heal people but I was forced into war. Can you imagine that sir".

The doctors face turned sad " yes. Yes I can". He placed a hand on his shoulder "but I′ve seen my wars. And I′m not a weapon you want to use". He turned to go into the room his Tardis was in. "Let me in please".

The youngest soldier stepped forward "of course sir. I just need to check you for virus and radiation since you went to the surface before I can open that door. You did land in our food storage after all". The device rubbed over the doctors skin, causing a slight tingle. Then the guard opened the door.

The doctor opened his Tardis "what are your names?" He asked. The commander stepped forward "I′m Paisley. These are Cuzco and Foster". The doctor smiled "I managed to leave my war behind me. I hope one day you can do the same.

The doctor closed the door and whisked away. He walked around his Tardis scratching his arm. It itched badly. He looked, and noticed an indentation. "They took a skin sample!" He shouted. He grabbed onto the Tardis handle trying to reverse it back but it stuttered and refused. "What?" He asked. The place and time was time locked? He couldn′t return! He typed in to the memory banks to find out where he had been, and his stomach sank when the name appeared.

Skaro. The home of the Dalek race. 

Back on skaro commander Paisley accessed his com. " This is polar base four to command. We have a new DNA sample for the Dalek program. Time Lord DNA".

The young woman sat naked on a cold operating table. She had her arms crossed over her chest and tugged a strand of hair behind her ear while she looked around. “Hello?” She exclaimed rather quietly and felt disoriented. She had no memory of how she had come here nor what had happened before. Still she was aware of herself and looked into the mirroring image of herself in a window. Long, blonde hair and baby blue eyes, a slender face, female curves. So she was obviously female, which almost surprised her. She had half expected herself to be a man and half wished she was a redhead.

“Hello?” She called a little louder and began to look around for something to wear. Her eyes caught a dozen medical instruments and then she looked at the label on her wrist. She read aloud. “J3-NN-Y.” She didn’t know what the number stood for but it looked almost like “Jenny”. She tried to make sense of her name and tried to remember who had last called her Jenny.  She looked at the tag closer. “Alpha version, code 180571, programmed, prototype.”

Jenny rubbed her neck and felt a sting. An image lit up in her mind of a bright light, the electrical humming sound and metallic taste as something was probing the back of her neck and entered her cerebellum. But why couldn’t she remember how she came here? She remembered voices and a face. No, it was many faces and many voices. “I’m Jenny?” She listened to her own voice and was surprised. She had expected to sound like one of those voices. 

She slipped off the table and her feet dragged over the cold, tiled floor. She shivered and when she tried to walk away from the operating table she felt the pull of infusion tubes, which she tore off. “Better.” She spoke to herself and liked the sound of her voice. Her head cleared quickly and finally the disoriented feeling faded. She rubbed her eyes and saw a ledger on a small table by the door. She picked it up and ran her fingers over the pages. At first they didn’t make sense, but then the letters seemed to dance and make patterns, which her brain quickly assembled into words.

“Two hearts and several other doubled organs. Quick recovery and resilience to poisons, as well as other environmental influences. Prototype – J3-NN-Y  - only successful offspring of the Doctor. All male versions flawed for unknown reason. Fighting sequences induced and movement patterns programmed...” She stopped reading aloud and scanned quickly over the pages. Quickly she had absorbed all information. She didn’t like the last bits of what it said. She was meant to be a soldier and to breed more soldiers. 

Jenny slammed the papers into the corner when she heard steps outside. She hurried back to the operating table and laid down. She closed her eyes. She barely managed to pick up the infusion tube when the door opened and a couple of men in uniforms entered.

“He’s back. Maybe we should get more of his DNA to make a mate for this one.” A finger poked her naked skin. Jenny tried not to move. The first man was young and the way he poked her made her feel uncomfortable. “No, Sergeant, she is a weapon and we should use her for our advantage. If the time lord doesn’t agree to help us out of his free will then we will use her to make him. One way or the other. He is alone after all and she might be the only thing close to family.” Jenny’s mind raced. So someone like her was out there somewhere. “As you wish Commander Cuzco, but I thought that General Paisley wanted to transfer into the Dalek program. Her neuron pathways have already been altered.”

The General shook his head. Jenny peeked at them from under her lashes. It became harder and harder to lie still. Her muscles tensed and in her mind she was already putting down plans down how to take these men down.  After she had taken them down she’d be able to run. She knew she would be able to run. “What a waste to put her into a machine.” The General ran his fingers over her body. Jenny grabbed his wrist. The man gasped, the young commander drew his weapon. “No!” Jenny pulled the General in front of her and the blast hit him right in the chest. His body disintegrated. It gave her enough time to overwhelm the commander though. She knocked the weapon from his hand and her punch landed right on the tip of his jaw. He fell back, knocked out. 

She ripped the infusion tube off and quickly undressed him. His clothes fit her loosely, but good enough to let her slip away dressed. She tied him up and left the room. She looked around and then ran. She ran as fast as she could.

Someone else was running too. She heard heavier steps just when she turned a corner. She suddenly stood face to face with someone she knew and didn’t know. It was not the face she expected, but something in her knew immediately who he was. “DOCTOR!”