Story 1, Part 1: The Day

Name: The Warrior
Location: Gallifrey


I am an older man now, content to sit in my armchair in my luxury apartment. This man is to old for adventure. My next body may choose to travel again, but this self is content to read about the journeys of others relaxing by my fireplace, knowing that I will most likely leave this building ever again with this body.

That was four months, fourteen days ago. I'm not sure exactly what I look like, I haven't stopped by a  mirror since last time I died. There aren't really any mirrors left to check. Our homes have been destroyed along with their residents. Judging by evidence at hand I'm quick, smart, and strong enough to have gunned down eighteen Daleks and counting with little sister in tow and angry enough to burn their bodies. Molly is tired and anxious about almost being killed every nine minutes or so, I'm tired and anxious about her almost getting killed every nine minutes or so and angry about it. Molly can't die. Molly hasn't even chosen a name for herself yet, she's not old enough. Ten years old and she's already gone through her first regeneration. We've got the Time War to thank for that, and the Daleks to thank for the fact that her parents weren't there to help her through it. She watched them died. I watched them die and I refuse to watch her die as well. The Doctor, however, I would gladly kill.
"Why are we here?" Molly is covered in sweat and dirt. There is blood running down her right leg, a fact that only adds to my anger.
"This is where The Doctor told us to meet him. He'll be here soon. We are going to end this war today. You can rest if you want, but be ready to move." I shiver. Night's falling fast, the two suns are casting long shadows, one on each side of every object. In terms distance a man appears, one who insists on an old, Earth made leather jacket instead of the traditional Gallifreyan robes. The oncoming storm. I open my mouth to say something angry to him, but he beats me to talking.
"What the hell is Molly doing here? I thought she was leaving the galaxy in her father's TARDIS last night?"
"There was an accident last nigh. Our mom and her dad were killed. As you can see, we regenerated. The plan now is we take out the guards, you grab The Moment, me and her fly to Earth in her father's TARDIS and you stay back to set it off and Then meet us in London, 2012. How does that work?"
"Fine. But what is Molly going to do?"
"I know how to use a gun. I can fight," Molly interjected.
I walk over to her, stepping over piles of rubble. "Yes, or you can stay here. I don't feel like losing any more family, and you're no match for a member of the Gallifreyan guard. They will have their best men protecting their weapon and they'll shoot to kill."
She pouts, but she is feeling more frightened than brave and allows me to lead her to a hidden spot behind a small hill of debris.
"Stay here," I tell her, and press a gun into her small palm. "Take care of yourself. And listen to me, because this is important." I take her hands in mine and crouch down so that our eyes are level. "Molly, you are more important to me than anything else in the world. Believe me when I say I'm coming back for you. I'll see you in a bit."