War 'n Wilf
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By Hermit

He had seen enough, the never ending death and destruction, the endless suffering, the eternal war.
He had to put an end to it, but this meant not only killing the Daleks but also his own people, even the innocent.
It was the only way to stop his war spreading throughout all time and space. There was no other option.
He wasn't sure of much, but was sure he wouldn’t fight another day in this war.
But he wanted to see what he was saving, so he took one last trip to the place he had so many fond memories.

He stepped inside his Tardis. The Tardis had been damaged and was unable to keep fixed theme and had taken on a mixture from many points in its time stream.Currently it was a mixture of the coral, white with roundels, and neon theme.
He fiddled with some buttons and knobs on the console, many of which were missing or broken.
Exposed wires snaked out of just about everywhere.
It had seen better days. He grasped a handle on the console,
It was stiff from damage and didn’t come down smoothly in one pull like it used to.
He pulled and with a creak it move a quarter of the way. He exerted more pressure,
Moving it three quarters of the way, but it would not budge any further.
The man formerly known as the doctor, wearily groaned, "c'mon old girl, just one last trip"
The Tardis seemed defiant, as if it didn’t want to go.
He angrily kicked down the crank, with the back of his heel and with a loud screech
as if it were a horse given a kick, it moved the rest of the way down.
It stuttered, wheezed and groaned as it began to dematerialize and then fell chaotically through the time vortex.

It was a fine summer’s morning in a small park somewhere in England.
The air was quiet. The chirping of the birds in the trees was only disrupted when
a blue box suddenly appeared mid air crashing with a loud thump on it's side
The man inside, thrown about inside during the journey was dizzy,
but still managed to make his way to the door and push it open and crawl out.
He stood up, still in a daze, stumbled a few steps forwards past some trees.
He stopped, took a quick look around "Am if here?.... Ah I made it."
before collapsing into some long grass which cushioned his fall.

It was about this time that Wilfred Mott was taking one of his morning strolls.
While walking up a small hill he comes across an old man lying in the grass.
He helps him up. "Took a bit of a turn did ye? Happened to me once or twice. Not as fit as we used to be eh?"
The old man, groans but doesn't reply.

Wilf then notices the blue box lying on its side just behind trees.
"No!? Couldn't be!!"

The Tardis was badly damaged. Scorched holes and long gashes from many a battle scarred the wooden exterior,
revealling the default grey cylindrical housing.
The last time Wilf had seen the doctor was after Donnas wedding ceremony.

Back then he was a spry energetic young man, though he knew this was a deception
and was infact actually very old, centuries more than himself.
But this time he seemed a weary old fellow. Wilf briefly wondered how much older he could be now,
it had been a few years from his point of view but who knows how long it was for the doctor.

"Doctor, what happened to you?
"I don't go by that name anymore.
Anyway, Who are you?"
"Don't you remember me Doctor? It's me Wilf, Wilfred Mott"
"Can't say I do but I’ve  been fighting for far too long, looks like it’s taken its toll on my memory too."
"I'm sure whatever you're doing it's good. Anyway let’s go sit down somewhere and grab a cuppa."
"Hmm, yes, I suppose it will take some time for the Tardis to repair itself."

War and Wilf find a cafe and order tea and sit down at a booth.
"Ah nothing soothes the soul like a good cuppa."
"Yes, though for the briefest of moments."
"What's bothering you?"
"I just can't go on fighting anymore."
"We don't fight for the victory, we do it for the people.
That's why i enlisted in the army when i was younger.
To protect the people i love. To try and create peace.
I felt it was my duty. "


"Duty.... Peace...but good what  good is it if I can't save them all?"
"You never can, unfortunately, but you have to do your best
You've got to save whoever you can, if anyone can do it it's you Doctor."


Hmm, I think you've cheered me up a little.
All i can do to help doctor?
"Thanks, but i better be going. Goodbye Wilf"
"Goodbye Doctor"

The doctor leaves the cafe and returns to the park where the Tardis, now standing had slightly repaired itself.
He stepped in, set the coordinates and yanked the handle in one smooth jerk, and the Tardis whirred once more.

He left with a new found resolve.
He knew what he had to do now.
The moment had come.