"This is just like the stories I used to get told before bed." Dallon marveled as he leaned against the railing running along the main platform. "It's so much smaller on the outside."

"Don't hear that wording much." The Doctor laughed as he began giving the tardis coordinates. "Same year, just on... Mars? Oooh, that's right! Mars colonies started just about a thousand years back? Maybe two, I haven't really thought about mars in awhile..."

Dallon nodded. "Yep. My family's been there for a few generations."

"You're a martian?" Frank asked, looking at Dallon with wide eyes. "Dude, that's rad!"

Dallon beamed with pride at Frank's remark. "Thanks. It is really cool, since they finished the protective atmospheres."

"So... Do you live in domes, like the Simpson's movie?" Frank asked.

"The what movie?"

"Frankie, that was a very long time ago compared to where we are now." The Doctor called out from the control panel. He walked over to where the two humans were standing with a a peculiar look on his face. "Mars... I feel like I've met trouble there before." The Doctor muttered to himself.

Dallon looked at him. "You really are a time traveler." He asked, lowly, looking the Doctor up and down. "You're really the same doctor... And this is the same ship..." Dallon looked around the room in wonder.

Both Frank and the Doctor looked at Dallon with a hint of confusion. "The same doctor from your stories?" Frank asked as Dallon brought his eyes back to the time lord.

"Do you remember November of 2059?" Dallon asked, looking the time lord straight in the eye.

The Doctor's face seemed to drain of color as he looked back at Dallon. He didn't say anything, but his expression replied for him.

"Bowie base one." Dallon whispered, looking down. "When it was still there..."

"The captain blew it up..." The Doctor muttered, looking down.

Frank watched the alien curiously. He had never seen such a drop in the Doctor's bouncy character. There was no hint of a smile, or witty remark, anywhere in his stone faced expression.

"Before what happened back on Earth, yes..." Dallon nodded, looking back up at the Doctor. "That was before Bowie base two."

The Doctor's head snapped up at that. "Bowie base two?" He questioned, "No... No, no, that doesn't exist."

Dallon nodded. "A few years after the explosion, they began to rebuild on the same basics, but different coordinates... Doctor, you were there!"

"When!?" The Doctor questioned. He looked at Dallon with a mixture of so many emotions, it was hard to tell them apart. "Do you realize what I did by just meddling with the first bowie base? I destroyed the timeline with my arrogance!" He exclaimed, "I ruined everything by meddling there, where I should've left it alone! Why would I help with a second recreation of that?.." He looked down again as he finished.

Frank looked between the Doctor and Dallon. "Guys, I'm lost, please?" He spoke in a near silent voice, feeling nervous with the tension that had slipped into the tardis.

The Doctor turned to Frank, but looked down again. Dallon looked like he completely regretted speaking up in the first place, but stepped forward.

"The first kind of trial mission to see if mars was habitable." Dallon said, softly. "It was a research base with a bio dome to grow plants and mine up mars' natural resources. It was meant to be a five year engagement, but it only lasted seventeen months..." Dallon trailed off, leaning back against the main platform's railing.

"That's where I came in and helped properly screw things up..." The Doctor muttered, turning away from the humans.

"You saved three lives, Doctor."

"At the cost of changing history!" The Doctor nearly yelled, spinning back around. "I've learned from it, but it's still one of my darkest moments! I changed a fixed point in time, and it was selfish."

"But... You're a hero."

Frank looked at Dallon. Even though he was much taller than Frank, he looked so small in this moment. He looked on the brink of tears and his lip quivered, slightly.

"You're my hero." Dallon continued, clearing his throat. "Without you, I'd be dead. I don't just mean by that crazy guy."

The Doctor's expression softened with Dallon's words and body language. Dallon shut his eyes before continuing.

"Of the three you saved, one had children that grew up with the story of how you saved them. They grew up learning about the creatures that almost took them, as well as their parent from existence. It inspired one in particular to save people." Dallon opened his eyes, looking at the time lord. "To become a doctor, to save people, like you." He whispered.

"I don't remember that ever being recorded." The Doctor replied in a soft tone, "I erased an important timeline from history with that... I went too far..."

"You also created my doctor." Dallon said, "The one that invented the cure for the terminal tumor in my brain. The one they thought would kill me if they even considered removing it." His eyes filled with tears. "If you hadn't of saved them, I would've died when I was ten."

The Doctor was still for a moment, before he stepped over and hugged Dallon. Dallon sucked in a breath as his tears escaped, holding the Doctor tightly back. Frank stood by, going over the whole conversation that had just taken place.

The Doctor seemed to help in ways he couldn't even fully realize. His impact on others seemed to be limitless. Frank felt himself smile a bit.

That didn't last long.

Suddenly, Frank found himself flying into the railing of the main deck. He gripped the bars tightly before his small figure could slip underneath and fall to the lower level. Dallon and the Doctor both fell to the floor, fighting to scramble to their feet.

"Doctor!" Frank cried out, holding onto the railing for dear life as the ship maintained its lopsided position. "What's happening!?"

"Something bad, I'm sure of it!" The Doctor cried out, crawling up the platform. Or, at least, attempting to. His shoes did not have good traction at this angle so, he looked a bit like a dog scratching at a sliding door.

"Are we crashing!?" Dallon asked, clutching a different piece of railing. "I've lived through too much to die now!"

"Have some optimism, people!" The Doctor cried out as he finally found stable enough fitting to make it to the tardis' controls. He began pressing switches and pulling levers while Frank and Dallon clung to the railing behind him.

"I know I won't die, but my hands are getting sweaty and falling down there is going to hurt!" Frank yelled, trying to lock his arm around the railing.

"I am trying to fix it!" The Doctor yelled back, looking at the screen next to his head. "You know I love you, old girl, but you can't just take the reins!"

"Are you talking to your ship again?"

"SHE HAS FEELINGS, FRANK!"

The tardis lurched in the opposite direction, sending the Doctor flying forward on the control panel, as well as, Frank and Dallon getting tugged in the opposite direction. They both continued to hold tightly to the railing, however.

"Doctor!" Frank cried out again.

"WORKING ON IT!" The Doctor yelled in response.

Frank shut his eyes, trying to maintain his grip. The tardis' noises were loud in his ears, as it jerked from side to side.

"HOLD ON!" The Doctor yelled as the tardis shifted again. The floor evened out, lurching the two humans holding onto the railing forward. Frank hit the railing with his head, groaning as he hit the floor. He could hear Dallon groaning as well, making him think the same thing happened over there.

"Is everyone alright?" The Doctor asked, hurrying over to help Frank to his feet.

"Are there supposed to be two of you?.." Frank asked, squinting at the Doctor as he shook his fingers through Frank's hair.

"If I was in a parallel universe, yes. Here, one is enough." The Doctor grinned at Frank before hurrying over to Dallon.

"I think I may be sick..." Frank muttered, grabbing hold of the railing around the main panel and leaning against it. His vision was rattled from the head bump, as well as the many shifting directions just before.

"I think I'm in the same boat." Dallon groaned from where he sat on the ground. The Doctor was flashing his sonic at Dallon, pushing the tall man's hair back.

"It'll pass. Believe me, I've gone through worse." The Doctor said as he examined the sonic. He patted Dallon's head before he stood up, walking back over to Frank. He pointed the sonic at Frank as well before patting him on the back. "Alright, Frankie boy?"

Frank nodded, trying to blink away the extra time lord in his sights. "Give me a minute... It's fading..."

Dallon pushed his palms against his eyes as Frank continued blinking. "Where are we, Doctor?" He asked as he pulled his hands away.

The Doctor shook his head. "I don't know." He replied simply with a shrug. "Tardis screen isn't cooperating at the moment."

"Doctor, I need a bucket!"

"Dallon, do not puke on my ship! Where is the sick bucket!?"

Frank opened his eyes, relieved to see only one Doctor running off towards the control consul to find something to catch Dallon's coming barf. He stood shakily, letting out a slow breath.

"I got one!" The Doctor rushed to Dallon with a bucket in just enough time for Dallon to shove his face in it. The Doctor backed over to where Frank was. "Glad your stomach held up to that rollercoaster." The Doctor laughed, nudging Frank.

Frank let out a soft laugh. "I love rollercoasters." He smirked at the Doctor.

"Ooooh, I have a fantastic place to take you! It was an amazing amusement park in its time, but it became even more fun after it closed." He grinned from ear to ear as he went on, a childlike excitement behind his hazel eyes.

"You'll have to take me." Frank couldn't hold back his smile as he looked back at the Doctor. He could be such a giant child at times.

The two flinched slightly as the sound of Dallon throwing up in the small bucket echoed in the air.

"I'm so sorry, Dallon." The Doctor apologized loudly to the tall man hunched over the bucket.

Dallon waved his hand, wiping his mouth with his other hand. "It's alright... Just haven't really been able to handle rough movement since the surgery..." He spoke before his face went back into the bucket.

"That has to really suck..." Frank frowned as the Doctor disappeared, muttering something about finding a towel.

"Just a bit..." Dallon breathed out, leaning on the bucket for support. The Doctor hurried back, handing him a towel. "I'm really sorry about the bucket... And the noise..." Dallon apologized, wiping his mouth with the towel.

"Don't worry! I can clean it up in the bathroom." The Doctor waved away his concern, "This isn't my first rodeo of sickness on board. At least we found you a bucket." He laughed.

"There's an upside." Dallon laughed weakly as a loud banging noise could be heard on the tardis door. Everyone turned in confusion at the noise.

"Where did you say we landed again, Doctor?.." Frank asked, slowly, shifting his gaze to the time lord.

"I didn't..." The Doctor trailed off, hurrying over to the stairs. When he made it to the bottom of the stairs, there was another set of four loud knocks. The Doctor looked back up at Frank and Dallon. "You coming?" He asked.

Frank grinned, hurrying over to help Dallon up before rushing down the stairs. The Doctor waited for the two to be standing at the end of the stairs before he inched closer to the door.

"Ready, boys?" He asked, grabbing hold of the door handle.

The two walked over to the Doctor, nodding. The Doctor grinned, turning back to the door. He pulled it open to be greeted by a woman with dark hair holding a crowbar in a defensive position.

"Woah! Woah, hey!" The Doctor held his hands up, hoping to not get hit. "Please don't attack, we mean no harm?"

"Who are you?" She asked, a slight fear on her face as she held her ground. She looked over the three on the ship. "You aren't authorized to be here."

The Doctor kept one hand in the air as he patted his pockets for something with his other. He let out a soft 'aha!" as he pulled out a small black booklet. He flicks it open, showing the woman a blank piece of paper. "We got a bit lost..."

The woman looked at the paper, her eyes growing wide. "Captain! I'm sorry, sir." She lowered her crowbar with an apologetic look.

"Captain, yes, haven't gotten that one in awhile." The Doctor grinned back at the two humans before looking back at the woman. "Where are we, exactly?"

The woman stood up straight, offering a small salute. "I'm private Breezy Douglas of martian Bowie base two, at your service."

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A/N~ aw yes so much research, so much fun, I'm so ready!

But seriously, this is a fic that I put so much added research into ((even thou I love the show)) just to try and get these accurate vibes as well as fit in my own storyline

It's so freaking fun and I just hope you guys like it & that it doesn't suck!

~Skittles Out~