As the Fugitive Doctor staggered out of her TARDIS onto the arid landscape of Gallifrey, she knew it was time for a regeneration. She had lived a long and tumultuous life, battling against the forces of darkness and fighting to protect the universe from harm. But now, her time had come to an end.
She stumbled towards the Citadel, her body wracked with pain as the regeneration energy coursed through her veins. She knew that she had to find the High Council before it was too late, before she regenerated into a new body and lost all of her memories and knowledge.
Finally, she reached the Citadel, and she collapsed on the ground just outside the entrance. The guards rushed towards her, their weapons drawn, but she raised a hand weakly and whispered, "I need to see the High Council. It's urgent."
The guards hesitated for a moment, then one of them nodded and ran inside to fetch the Council. Within minutes, the Fugitive Doctor was surrounded by the most powerful Time Lords in existence. She struggled to her feet, the energy from her regeneration surging through her body.
"I have information," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Information that could change the course of history."
The Council leaned forward, their eyes fixed on her. She took a deep breath and said, "I know where the Timeless Child is. And I know how to find them."
The Council was stunned. The Timeless Child was a legendary figure, shrouded in mystery and myth. No one had been able to find them for centuries.
The Fugitive Doctor continued, her voice growing stronger with each word. "I can lead you to them, but I need your help. I need your resources, your knowledge, your power."
The Council conferred for a moment, then one of them stepped forward. "We will help you," he said. "But in exchange, you must regenerate into a new body, one that we will choose. You will serve the High Council and the Time Lords for as long as we deem necessary."
The Fugitive Doctor hesitated for a moment, then nodded. She knew that this was her only chance to find the Timeless Child, to uncover the secrets of her own past. She closed her eyes and let the regeneration energy take over.
When she opened her eyes again, she was no longer the Fugitive Doctor. She was a man, an old man with a shock of white hair and deep-set eyes. He looked around at the Council, then bowed his head in respect.
"I am the Doctor," he said. "And I am ready to serve."
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