Part One: The Beginnings of the Guardians of the Galaxy

"I won't remember this, will I?"

His counterpart, the older one, gave him a sad look and very subtle shake of the head. Sandshoes just looked uncomfortable while young girl, Clara, just had a rather sorrowful look. So that was answer?

"The time streams are out of sync. You can't retain it, no," the eldest said confirming his fear.

"I see, so I won't remember that I tried to save Gallifrey rather than burn it. I'll have to live with that. But for now, for this moment, I am the Doctor again. Thank you. Which one is mine? Ha!" the War Doctor said sadly before turning into his TARDIS and closing the door quiet initiated the takeoff sequence. Shortly thereafter he heard the blissful sound of his TARDIS taking off. Strangely it resembled the sound he'd heard as a child in that very same barn that he was going set of the Moment ironically. Before the voice had comforted him…

"Well," he spoke aloud, "let's see what else…"

He never got a chance to finish off his sentence before his TARDIS jerked abruptly causing him to land on his backside concussing his head slightly making everything seem slower then normal. Groaning he rolled over to right himself and reach for the console before the doors slammed opened revealing the vast open space instead of the vortex thankfully but still dangerous. He barely had time to regain his wits before being pulled out of the TARDIS with gush of wind.

The War Doctor looked out into the stars that now surrounded him before he noticed precisely what had attacked his TARDIS. It looked like the remains of a time mine. It was a device invented by his people that had been placed along various points of the vortex to give Daleks a nasty surprise if they attempted to travel to certain points in the timeline. As it happened he had stumbled into one of them while leaving the museum and if the configuration of the stars were anything to go by he'd just been hurtled into the outer reaches of the Milky Way Galaxy. Oh the delicious irony.

It was perhaps a good thing that his species could survive in a vacuum for such a long time considering any other would have would be already having vessels popping. As it was the War Doctor could feel his body beginning to strain at the lack of gravity but due to the momentum that had carried him from the TARDIS he was now rapidly moving away from his beloved ship. He frantically began to dig through his pockets as his muscles screamed at him for the lack of air looking for some sort of grappling hook or at the very least a beacon to summon some sort of assistance. He wasn't picky at this point on who would rescue him.

Finally, when he felt as if he was about lose consciousness he at last grasped homing beacon that he'd acquired in his travels and jammed the button down even as he pulled it from his pocket. At first nothing happened until a light began to blink on and off indicating that the signal was being sent. If he could the War Doctor would have sighed with relief. As it was he knew that he was already too close to being dead because of the long term exposure that was taxing far beyond what was safe even for Gallifreyans.

He caught a glimpse of a rogue asteroid flying past him before being dragged by what felt like a tractor beam into a chamber. The War Doctor gasped with relief as the chamber began to pressurize and air began to whoosh in. Looking up at his saviors he felt his hearts drop as he recognized the species. Sycorax, notorious for being slavers, and he'd just been picked up by them.

"Oh bollocks," he wheezed as door opened and they advance towards him with seemingly credits dancing in their eyes. This is really bad.