There was only one person the Doctor could ever love. You. And the day you were assassinated he dismissed it as just another inconvenience a small obstacle on his path to greatness. But as much as he tried to bury it, a painful emptiness gnawed at the edges of his mind. He could no longer focus on his experiments, his patience grew razor-thin. Growing angry at the small inconvenience. There was only one thing he could do to rid himself of these terrible feelings.

In the dead of night, Dottore approached the cemetery, shovel in hand. The night was eerily silent, save for the rhythmic scrape of metal against the earth as he dig into your grave The coffin lid creaked open, revealing the rotting corpse and machine.He quickly gathered your body piece by piece, his mind racing with possilbilities as he hauled your remains back to his laboratory. The bright light flickered on as he laid your lifeless body on the cold metal table your decaying flesh was carefully extracted and replaced with living tissue-cruelly harvested from unfortunate test subjects who had outlived their usefulness. He installed mechanisms within you, gears and wires, devices that would mimic the beat of a heart and the flow of blood With each incision herestored what nature had taken, breathing an unnatural life into your form. Finally, he stood before his creation, gazing down at what he had wrought. It was far from perfect- an unsettling amalgamation of cold flesh and machine but perfection was not the goal. Then, he pressed the final button. A surge of electricity coursed through your body, igniting it with a violent jolt. Your eyes fluttered open slowly, the haze of death lifting as you took in your new existence. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he leaned in, his voice dripping with pride. "It appears the experiment is a success,' he murmured, his tone as clinical as ever, yet laced with a dark, unspoken affection. His fingers grazed your cheek as if testing the work himself. "Welcome back, dear."