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A Doctor Who fanfiction, Basically a retold version of "Human Nature/The Family Of Blood", Also a crossover with KikoRiki

Name of this story: Doctor Who: Human Nature (feat. KikoRiki) 

Main characters: The 10th Doctor, Martha Jones

Once upon a time, there was a ram named Wally, who was adventuring through a rumoured haunted house near Cambridgeshire 

Wally figured that there was no such thing as ghosts, and so was content to push through the haunted house.  A man shot him in the side. He screamed in agony and ran away, leaving a trail of blood and screams behind him. He eventually fainted. The man dissapeared, he was part of a crime family known as the Family of Blood

The Family of Blood were after the Doctor's essence to stay alive

Meanwhile,

"Martha, you trust me don't you" "This watch is me" "I'm gonna become human" were words uttered by the elusive Time Lord, the Doctor, who was about to use the Chameleon Arch to rewrite his biology, changing a Time Lord into a human.

His faithful companion , Martha Jones, could not believe her eyes as the Doctor screamed in pain as he became human, He became a human named John Smith. The TARDIS landed in a cottage near St. Albans, Hertfordshire ,where Smith was going on a excursion to a haunted house.

John Smith spoke to Joan, a maid that "I've been having these weird dreams, I have 2 hearts and I am a Time Lord. They say that I'm a man known as the Doctor" Joan uses a stethoscope and confirms "You only have one heart and one soul".

John Smith kept his dreams in a journal called "The Journal of Impossible Things" Here he writes his past incarnations, the Daleks, the Cybermen and the Tardis.

The excursion began, When they got there John Smith was talking to Joan about his dreams, Meanwhile, Martha spotted a trail of blood, when she followed it, what she saw was disheartening,  apuddle of blood spreading in stripes across the stone floor in different directions. Martha walked forward to understand what was happening. In the very center of this puddle lay Wally. True, Martha did not know what kind of purple fluffy round thing with twisted horns and small hooves was, but realizing that it was from this body that blood was flowing, She sent John and Joan to see it. And of course they soon came running. But the picture they saw scared them.

"What happened, Martha?" - John Smith stopped and exclaimed at the same time, looking intently at what was lying on the floor.

“There’s some kind of furball lying around in the blood, we should help him,” Martha muttered.

Barash's body was picked up by levitation and carried somewhere, and Harry went to his room - to sleep.

All the KikoRiki sat down near Wally's bed.
Dokko the Moose, Chiko the Hedgehog and Rosa the Pig were sobbing. Barry the Bwar snorted loudly, blowing his nose into his handkerchief, as a nurse approached them.

“I don’t know how to treat him,” the woman muttered sadly.

- He will die? - Rosa screamed, throwing her eyes up.

— Yes.

Rosa began to cry harder, almost sobbing, but she tried to calm down.

- Inhale-exhale-inhale-exhale-inhale - Rosa died on from her last exhale, she died from shock.

Suddenly John Smith entered the room.

- Since they died, they must be buried. Joan!

- Yes,

- Order a coffin, we will have a funeral.

"It will be done, Mr. Smith."

The rest of the KikoRiki dispersed, waiting for the funeral to begin...

The funeral was quiet and took place in secret. Rosa and Wally were buried in a common coffin.

Olga the Owl wiped her tears with a handkerchief. Barry hugged her. Everyone was sad.

They had just lost 2 of their best friends.

Oh, you could see that Rosa was crying just before she died... she really loved Wally very much...

Later that night, the KikoRiki chose to stay at the cemetary, waiting until it was time to leave,

Meanwhile, Martha went to the TARDIS as John had fallen in love with Joan, She played a video where the Doctor says "Here's a list of instructions for when I'm human, Number 1 if they find us, you know what to do, Open the watch, I've put a perception filter on it so the human me won't think anything of it, to him it's just a fob watch, so he won't understand its significance, Open the watch and all the time lord essence will come out, But dont open it unless you have to, because then the Family of Blood will be able to find me. Number 2, don't let me abandon you, Number 3" Martha skipped through the video trying to find out what to do if the Doctor falls in love with a human, there was nothing" 

Back at the cottage, everyone was singing a memorial hymn for Wally and Rosa.

- We're gonna miss you, friends... 

They were talking about their favourite memories with them, John Smith was talking to Joan "It's amazing how these colorful animals act like humans, It's almost as if they are magical", Joan then said "John Smith, I love you", They hugged, much to Martha's dismay, because now John would never want to go back to being the Doctor..., The music began to play "Fairytale of New York", as they began thinking about Christmas and how they would have loved to spend it with Wally and Rosa.

A blue rabbit, Krash found the fob watch, He briefly opened it and saw flashes of the life of The Doctor, He saw the 9th doctor running to save Rose from the Annedroid,  the 10th doctor losing Rose to the alternate universe, the 1st doctor meeting the Daleks, even 7th regenerating into 8th, He quickly closed it with his left paw, This alerted the Family, and they appeared, Son of Mine, Mother of Mine, Father of Mine and Daughter of Mine, they had came to hunt him down...

Meanwhile, everyone else was crying in their hotel rooms, Krash went to see Olga who was crying at a photo of Rosa, She showed him the photo, and he showed Olga the watch, Meanwhile, the Family had begun a attack and they grabbed Martha and Joan. They began saying "Change Back, You've turned human" John Smith said "I was born human like the rest of you", Then a gun was pointed at Joan and Martha "Which is going to die, Your friend?or your lover, Your choice". Just then, they were grabbed and saved by a blue paw, it was Krash, who ran them to safety and said "Those things, they want you, They say you're a hero, I gotta go see Chiko" He runs away, Meanwhile, they see the Tardis, John Smith says "I've never seen that before in my life"

Later, a person was going to the library with the invisibility cloak, He saw Chiko crying, He was still mourning the deaths of Wally and Rosa, and Chiko didn't understand why they had to go to the funeral...

Barry was going to the Herbology block, to study more.

Olga said that untill further notice, the KikoRiki will not be returning to their valley but will temporarily stay at the cottage, I continued to find evidence about the prophecy, when I heard strange noises

I left the library. The invisibility cloak I begged for important matters really helped me stay there until very late. To my surprise, I did not see the, the others walking at night. I walked along the corridors, where there was complete silence, and went out into the street.

Inhaling the wet night air from the recent rain and enjoying the silence, I, I don’t know how, wandered into the cemetery.

Suddenly I heard a creak, which seemed very loud in the silence. Walking forward, I saw a magician sitting near a hole that he seemed to have dug himself. He pulled out the coffin from there and took off the lid. Grinning strangely, a magician took Rosa and Wally out of the coffin, which Harry told me about. The old man put the pig in a sack and threw it over his shoulder, and he pressed the ram to his body and adjusted his cloak so that Wally was not visible from under his clothes.

Having buried the empty coffin again, Fthe magician went back to the building l. I barely managed to hide behind one of the tombstones. And when he left, I rushed towards the cottage to tell someone about what I had seen.

I took off the cloak revealing myself as Krash, I ran back and saw people were getting shot by the Family, I had the watch, I had to give it to John so he could become the Doctor and save us all.  I ran as fast as I could but I tripped and fell into a gooey, bubbling cauldron, I was being sucked underneath it, I struggled to free myself, As I sank I let out gurgled screams for help, Eventually my feet sank under and I had submerged completely, I still hope someone can save me before it's too late

Meanwhile the Family had formed an army, and Martha had found the watch falling down the stairs after Krash the Rabbit had fell into the cauldron, She grabbed it and went to John Smith, begging him to become the Doctor "We need the Doctor, People are dying" He said "I'm John Smith, That's all I wanna be, just John Smith, Isn't he a good man" And she said "Yes, Yes, but we need the Doctor"

Joan was also convincing the Doctor to return, Meanwhile, the Magician was taking the corpses of Wally and Rosa, and planning to use his magic on them, The Doctor put his hand on the watch and has a vision of what his life with Joan could be like, getting married, having children, growing old together. He isn't ready to give this up, But when the Magician blasts his magic. a miracle happens, but will they be enough to convince the Doctor to return?

As the chaos spread through the cottage, the KikoRiki faced the unthinkable. Two of their own were stolen by a shadowy figure, a magician whose intention remained cloaked in mystery.

John Smith stood, tormented, the fob watch’s weight heavy in his hands. Joan and Martha pleaded, their eyes reflecting the urgency of the moment. Lives hung in the balance, and the Doctor’s return was their only salvation.

Meanwhile, the magician had reached a secluded section of the woods, far from prying eyes. In a ritual of arcane energy and whispered incantations, he chanted over the bodies of Wally and Rosa. The spells he weaved teetered on the edge of light and dark, poised to enact either resurrection or desecration.

At the cottage, under relentless assault by the Family of Blood’s forces, Krash’s desperate plea echoed within John Smith’s soul. A transformation beckoned, the Doctor’s essence ready to ignite, but love’s anchor held firm.

The air crackled with magic as light enveloped the magician’s form. The impossible unfolded before vacant eyes; Wally stirred, a sharp breath breaking the silence of death, followed by Rosa. Their awakening was gentle, like that of sleepers from a tranquil dream, untarnished by the horrors of their end. The magician gasped, his power waning but proving enough. With his task complete, he vanished just as swiftly as he had appeared.

Back at the besieged cottage, the weight of countless lives bore down upon John Smith. Tears blurred his vision, a storm of emotions threatening to unravel him. Joan’s gentle touch steered his heart, while Martha’s fierce determination steadfastly guided his resolve.

The ticking watch in his grip commanded attention, the incessant rhythm akin to the dual heartbeats of his true self. With a trembling hand, he surrendered to the cascade of images, the cacophony of cries and the surge of memories.

The latch clicked open; a brilliant light issued forth from the age-old timepiece. Gallifreyan energies swirled, obliterating the boundaries of John Smith’s existence. The Doctor was returning.

A sound like the birth of stars filled the room, and the visage of the Time Lord coalesced. He stood tall, his gaze piercing the veil of ordinary perception. With newfound clarity, he spoke, his voice carrying the weight of eternity.

“Joan, Martha, I’ve returned. It’s time to end this.”

With the Doctor once again in command of his boundless faculties, the showdown with the Family of Blood was inevitable. Strategy and intuition wound together, forming a plan that employed cunning over brute force.

As the Family of Blood raged on, the newly reconstituted Doctor initiated his masterstroke. With Martha and Joan by his side, he exploited the Family’s singular weakness—temporal awareness. Time itself became a weapon as the Doctor ensnared the Family in temporal loops, elongated seconds became lifetimes, and in these spiraling eons, the essence the Family sought became poison to them.

One by one, each member of the Family found their immortality a curse rather than a blessing. Father of Mine was imprisoned in unbreakable chains, Daughter of Mine trapped in the mirrors of the world, forever to glance and never touch. Mother of Mine was cast into the heart of a collapsing star, forced to witness the birth and death of galaxies, while Son of Mine’s essence was embedded in the form of a scarecrow, forever watching over fields with hollow eyes.

The Family, now defeated, ceased to plague the Earth. The Doctor’s clever maneuver saved the day, and the celebration was palpable among the survivors who watched the morning sunlight dispel the remnants of an otherworldly nightmare.

However, amidst the joy, a shadow fell across the KikoRiki and Martha Jones’ hearts. Though Wally and Rosa had miraculously returned, one precious life remained unaccounted for.

“Where’s Krash?” Martha’s voice cracked the hopeful veneer.

Everyone halted, searching their memories for the last vision of their friend. Suddenly, the glee turned to dread as they realized Krash was nowhere to be seen.

“He must’ve been… taken in the chaos,” Joan whispered, her hand over her heart.

Martha’s eyes glistened, her thoughts racing to the blue rabbit who had risked so much. The Doctor placed a consoling hand on her shoulder, sorrow lining his ageless face.

“Sometimes, in the vastness of time and space, some heroes remain unsung, their deeds echoing in silence. But their spirits, Martha, they persist. Within each of us, in every choice for the good we make, remember that,” the Doctor said solemnly.

With a heavy heart, they paid their respects to the unseen sacrifice. The Doctor and Martha then wandered back to the TARDIS, beset with a silence that spoke volumes.

Meanwhile, they pulled his body out of the cauldron, Krash's body was lifeless, They tried giving him CPR, but to no avail.

Wally and Rosa looked upon his lifeless form with horror.

“He can’t be dead… No, this can’t be happening, He risked his life for us, He helped John Smith become the Doctor again, He can't be gone, This isn’t true, It’s not true.”

Rosa slowly began to cry, and Wally, whose grief threatened to overtake him, tried comforting her.

“It’s okay, Rosa, He's in a better place., We will hold a memorial for him" The one most affected was Krash's family, especially his mother. She had brought him into this world, she had raised him, she loved him, but he fell and drowned, trying to save the world. She held his lifeless body and wept, while singing Krash's favorite lullaby. "Rock a bye, baby in the treetop" she sang, while rocking the body as if he were still alive.

Her voice sounded broken, as she wept for her beloved son, and Krash's best friend Chiko came and said his goodbyes to Krash, while crying himself, They then walked away to start planning a memorial,

They then returned to the TARDIS, where the Doctor gave his sincere condolences for their loss, and said "He still exists in every one of you, He may be gone, but he will never be forgotten." The TARDIS dematerizalized. 

Materializing on Satellite 5 in the far-flung future, the Doctor and Martha encountered a reminder of a power that even the Doctor feared—Bad Wolf. A poster emblazed with those words caught Martha’s eye. Her heart quickened with the possibility, the whir of the TARDIS still freshly imprinted on her senses.

“What does it mean, Doctor?” she asked tentatively, hope daring to surface.

The Doctor looked at her with a pensive expression, knowing full well the force that Bad Wolf represented, a force that had once been associated with a companion much like Martha.

“It might mean… a second chance,” he replied.

The implication hung in the air, electrifying. Could this be the means to bring back their fallen friend? Martha stepped closer, her resolve hardening.

“Then we need to find it. Bad Wolf energy. If it can bring back Krash…”

The Doctor observed her determination, an echo of former days stirring within him. With Martha’s conviction spurring him on, they ventured forth, guided by the legacy of Bad Wolf, the promise of life from the ashes of defeat, and the eternal hope that somewhere, across the stars, their friend awaited their embrace.

As the duo embarked on their new quest, they did so with the assurance that in the grand tapestry of the universe, no act of courage is ever truly lost, and every spirit lives on, woven into the fabric of endless possibilities.

In the wake of a hard-won battle against the Family of Blood, and the miraculous return of Wally and Rosa from the dead, the Doctor and Martha Jones set course for a new adventure. Martha’s encounter with the cryptic phrase “Bad Wolf” ignites a spark of hope for another chance at salvation—a chance to bring back Krash, the blue rabbit who had vanished amidst the chaos.

However, their pursuit of Bad Wolf energy takes a dark turn when the Master intervenes, challenging the Doctor’s moral compass and the deaths that haunt his past. With the Master intent on claiming the Doctor’s life as ultimate retribution, the stage is set for an extraordinary showdown—one that transcends life, death, and the very essence of time itself.

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In the deep blackness of space, the TARDIS sails towards a mysterious pulsing energy source, the potential harbinger of the Bad Wolf. Martha’s face is set, her will unbreakable, her heart clinging to the promise of rescue and redemption.

Suddenly, the TARDIS lurches—materializing not at their intended destination but aboard the satellite station where once the Doctor had faced one of his greatest trials. The echoing halls resonate with the silence of desolation, save for the omnipresent signage: Bad Wolf.

Martha turns to the Doctor, “We need to find it. The energy. It could be our only chance to—”

Her words are cut short by a sinister laugh, one that chills the marrow and brings with it the stench of underlying malice. The Master steps from the shadows, eyes ablaze with triumph and fury.

“How many have died in your name, Doctor?” The Master taunts, timing each syllable with venomous intent.

Each name that crosses the Doctor’s mind is like a dagger; Harriet Jones, Lynda Moss, K9 Mark I, the companions of bygone eras, and now Krash—each loss a specter that haunts him. But without his thoughts materializing into words, the Master surges forward, “Well, now it’s your turn to die, Doctor.”

The stand-off is intense, the air crackles with malicious energy and the unstoppable force of history colliding. Then, a light—an impossible light—shines from Martha’s eyes. “I am the Bad Wolf,” she proclaims, an omnipotent figure of time and space. “I bring life.”

As the Master moves to strike the final, deadly blow, Martha’s essence intervenes. The Master disintegrates under her gaze, his existence unraveled by the power of Bad Wolf.

Simultaneously, at the burial ground, a miracle unfolds. Krash’s body, thought lost to a cruel fate, convulses with sudden life. His friends, gathered in mourning, stare in disbelief as he jolts awake, their grief transforming into joyous tears as he breathes once more—brought back by the Bad Wolf’s benevolence.

Back on the satellite, the Doctor realizes the gravity of such energy—its capacity to create and to destroy. Understanding the danger it poses to Martha and the universe itself, he absorbs the energy into his own being. This act, noble and self-sacrificing, has a price. His body begins to fail, sparking the ancient process of Time Lord regeneration.

With Martha’s support, he explains regeneration through gasps of pain, the necessity of change and the emergence of someone new yet familiar. The TARDIS hums a mournful tune as the Doctor’s vibrant energy illuminates the console room. With a final smile and a whispered “I’ll always remember when I was the Doctor,” he beckons forth his successor.

The golden light subsides; a new man stands before Martha. With a curious touch to his features and an excitable glint in his eyes, he grins. “Geronimo!”

And thus, the TARDIS carries them into uncharted stars, where echoes of Bad Wolf whisper stories untold, dreams uncharted, and the exhilarating promise of adventures anew.

And that was my version of Human Nature/The Family of Blood, It altered it to end with the Doctor regenerating,  from David Tennant to Matt Smith. Krash’s Point of View:

Darkness had crept over me like a shroud. As I tripped and stumbled into the bubbling, viscous cauldron, I could feel the pull of the unknown. The grip was strong, unyielding, dragging me into its depths. I fought with all my might, thrashing against the gooey substance that sought to claim me. My lungs ached for air, my palms scrapped against the cold, unresponsive sides of the cauldron as I tried to find purchase, something, anything, to help me climb out.

But it was no use. The calls for help gurgled from my mouth only to be swallowed by the thickness of the potion that enveloped me. A terrible thought crossed my mind, was this how it would end? The heroics, the bravery, all fading into nothingness? My feet were the last to go under; the blackness enveloped me completely.

There, in that abyss, there was no time, no sense of self. The memory of my friends—the vibrant Wally and kind-hearted Rosa—flickered in my last conscious thoughts. I hoped they would remember me… hope they knew I had tried my best.

And then there was silence—a profound, infinite silence that seemed to stretch through the ages. It was over, or so I believed.

Until…

A rush of air filled my lungs. My eyes snapped open to blinding light, a spectrum of colors exploded before my vision, and the sensation of firm ground beneath my paws felt unreal. My heart pounded with life, my limbs tingled with newfound energy. It was as if the threads of my existence had been rewoven by an unseen hand.

I sat up, dazed, trying to grasp the reality of being alive. Around me, faces etched with concern morphed into expressions of utter astonishment. Then, without warning, joy overtook their shock. My friends—my family—were there, enveloping me in their embrace, their relief and happiness washing over me like a tidal wave.

Amongst the sea of delighted faces, one stood out, the expressions of worry shifting to sheer jubilation. Rosa, dear Rosa, who had crossed the veil of death and returned with me, her eyes spoke volumes of the ordeal we had shared.

I couldn’t contain the emotion that surged within me; the reality of being alive, of being back, was overwhelming. Without a moment’s hesitation, I leapt towards Rosa, hugging her tightly. Words failed me, only the beat of our hearts spoke the language of our miraculous return.

“How?” was all I managed to whisper, my voice barely audible over the sound of celebratory cries and laughter that filled the air.

Rosa shook her head, equally perplexed, her own voice a whisper. “I don’t know, Krash, but we’re here. We’re really here.”

The magic of our revival hung palpably in the atmosphere—tangible, mysterious, and as wondrous as the vast cosmos itself. In that moment of reunion, nothing else mattered. Only life, the miraculous gift of a second chance, embraced wholeheartedly with open arms and grateful hearts.

With paws and hooves tightly intertwined, we stepped forward, the sun rising to welcome us into a new day. Our adventure wasn’t over; it was merely beginning anew, rekindled with the breath of the impossible.
Write a diary note from him later that night talking about the day and what led to it, and that he felt strange being resurrected at his own funeral, but he is very grateful for a second chance
Krash’s Diary Entry:

Dear Diary,

There’s an old saying that goes, “Tonight, I write of the essence of the stars.” After today, I think I understand what that means. I’ve lived through something inexplicable, something so strange and brilliant that it feels like I’ve been touched by the cosmos itself.

The day began like any other, but quickly spiraled into a nightmare. I remember the heaviness of pursuit, the fear as we all sensed the danger that hunted us—the Family of Blood. In my paws, the fate of a great man, someone who was more than a man, rested. I had the Doctor’s fob watch, though at the time, I didn’t fully grasp its importance.

But then, everything changed. I fell… fell into darkness that wasn’t just physical but felt like it was swallowing my very existence. The cauldron—I can’t even begin to describe the terror. My screams for help were muted by the thick brew that sucked me under. I thought, “This is it. This is the end of Krash.”

Yet here I am, writing to you, Diary, still drawing breath. It feels like waking from a deep sleep where I dreamt the strangest of dreams. Except it wasn’t a dream; it was my funeral. Being resurrected at what should have been my last goodbye is an experience too bizarre for words. The sight of my friends’ tear-streaked faces turning to joy—Rosa’s eyes, wide with shock and then relief—it’s all imprinted in my memory.

I feel strange. Every part of me is vibrating with a life that I had already mourned as lost. Resurrected by the power of Bad Wolf, a power that belongs not just to legends, but now, a little bit, to me too. It’s a strange bond that connects me to something far larger than our small world.

It’s late, and the moon is high, casting silver shadows across the ground that seem alive with the same inexplicable magic that brought me back. I can’t sleep—how could I? Every moment feels precious, every breath a gift. I’m alive. Truly, miraculously, alive.

I am so grateful for this second chance. I don’t fully understand why or how I got it, but I am determined to make the most of it. Tomorrow, I will wake up in a world that I had left behind. I will look at the sun, feel its warmth, and know the cold clutches of the grave no longer bind me.

Rosa, Wally, and I—we’ve been given a rare opportunity. Not a day will go by that I won’t think about it, about how swiftly life can be snatched away and then, against all odds, given right back. I will live each day with purpose. I owe it to those who weren’t as fortunate as I am, to those who supported me, and to the mysterious force that allowed me this miracle.

Goodnight, Diary. As I close my eyes tonight, I know I’ve been part of a story that will be told through the ages—a tale of survival, courage, and a mysterious wolf in the vast dark. I close this entry with a heart brimming with life, with the stars whispering secrets, and with the unshakeable knowledge that there’s so much more out there. And I’ll be here to see it, learn from it, and cherish it.

Yours in awe and gratitude,

Krash. Write a story from Krash's mom's POV, and how lucky she is to have him back, safe and sound