26,155 words, 53 pages, 3 days. Here you go, folks.

And let me tell you, I am extremely pleased with how this turned out. If you thought "The Name of the Doctor" was my best, and many of you told me it was, then this is definitely my magnum opus. :)

But first, I just want to mention a few people, OK?

OK. First, sweetangel3912 and The_Enchanted_Girl, you guys have been so supportive of me when I've posted on my message board how everything was going. You are both brilliant. :)

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And now, the main event! Doctors and Bad Wolves and Zygons, oh my! And I bet something no one saw coming. :)

Enjoy "The Day of the Doctor and the Bad Wolf!"

***

"Waste no more time arguing about what a good man should be," Clara quoted as she wrote it on the board. "Be one. Marcus Aurelius."

The bell to end the day rang, and Clara nodded to her students, allowing them to leave. "They're a bit better behaved now," Rose remarked as she stood in the doorway, watching them leave.

"Thanks to you," Clara smiled at her. Since Rose had come in during her first lesson and had put the students in their place, Clara had had a much easier time with her students. She had taken Rose up on her offer for lunch, and now considered the blonde teacher her best friend outside of the TARDIS.

"It was nothing," Rose waved a hand. "Oh, there was a call at the office for you, by the way. It was from your doctor."

Clara perked up. "Did he leave an address?"

"No," Rose shook her head. "He said someone would be coming to pick you up, but - "

Clara just squealed in excitement and ran over to her desk, grabbing her black leather jacket. "Can you - ?" she gestured around the classroom. "I'm sorry, but this is urgent."

"Go on," Rose laughed. "I need to pick up after dodgeball, anyhow."

"Bless you, Rose," Clara sighed in relief, heading down the hallway. She made it out the front doors and grinned.

Pietro smirked at her from where he was waiting on one of the motorcycles from Akhaten. "Ready to go?" he asked, tossing her a helmet.

"Oh, always ready," Clara confirmed, getting on behind him.

***

The TARDIS was parked on the side of a country road, and Pietro sounded the horn as they drove up. The doors opened, and Pietro drove into the console room, parking it by the console. "Found her," he grinned as they took their helmets off.

"It must have been horribly hard," Wanda said sarcastically as she shut the doors.

The Doctor shut the book he had been reading and stood up from where he sat on the stairs to below the console. "Fancy a week in ancient Mesopotamia followed by future Mars?" he asked.

"Will there be cocktails?" Clara tilted her head.

"On the Moon," he winked.

"The Moon'll do," she nodded before hugging him.

The Doctor laughed, hugging her back. "How's the new job? Teach anything good?"

"No," Clara grinned, nodding at his book. "Learn anything?"

"Knowing him," Jessie came into the console room, pulling on her fingerless gloves and pulling on her leather coat, "not a thing."

"Not at all," the Doctor agreed, high fiving Clara -

And the TARDIS rocked suddenly, followed by one of the monitors lighting up in an alert. "What's happening?" Pietro hurried to get his balance as Clara grabbed onto the console.

"Whoa, whoa," the Doctor blinked at the monitor. "We're taking off, but the engines aren't going!"

Jessie opened the TARDIS doors, blinking when she looked down. "That would be because of that," she pointed upwards.

The Doctor poked his head out, blanching when he saw the helicopter above them. "Ah."

Jessie pulled out her phone and dialed a number she remembered, keeping an eye on the helicopter with the Doctor. A different voice answered. "Hello, Kate Stewart's phone?"

"This is the Bad Wolf," Jessie said. "I need Kate Stewart on the line immediately, thanks."

"Oh, hold on."

After a few minutes, she heard Kate's voice. "Bad Wolf, hello. We found the TARDIS in a field. I'm having it brought in."

"No kidding," she quipped.

"Where are you?" Jessie just held up the phone towards the helicopter in response. "Oh, my God!" Kate gasped. "Oh, Bad Wolf, I'm so sorry. We had no idea you were still in there."

The helicopter veered sharply, and the Doctor yelped as he fell out of the TARDIS. "Doctor!" Clara leapt forward and grabbed his feet as Jessie scooted to the side, gripping the side of the TARDIS for dear life.

"Bad Wolf, can you hear me?" Kate asked.

"Next time, knock first," Jessie sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose.

"I'm having you taken directly to the scene."

"Copy that." She hung up, looking down as the Doctor attempted to change positions, hanging onto the base of the TARDIS with his hands. "You really do enjoy hanging out of the TARDIS like this, don't you?"

"Well, it's a nice view," he shrugged, looking up at her with a smirk.

"You're hanging from the TARDIS, and you're flirting," Clara thumped her head against the doorframe as Pietro laughed hysterically. "You are mad."

"Mad man with a box!" he grinned, making Jessie laugh.

***

The helicopter flew over Trafalgar Square, lowering the TARDIS down onto the ground. The Doctor nimbly dropped to the ground, then the TARDIS was lowered completely. "Attention!" one of the UNIT soldiers called, and they all snapped to attention as Jessie, Clara, and the Maximoffs exited.

The Doctor threw up a salute as well, then blinked. "Why am I saluting?"

"Good question, dearie," Jessie put his hand down.

Kate walked through the squad, a girl in a lab coat, glasses, and a long, multi-colored scarf following her. "Doctor, as Chief Scientific Officer, may I extend the official apologies of UNIT," Kate began.

"Kate Lethbridge Stewart, a word to the wise," the Doctor told her. "As I'm sure your father would have told you, I don't like being picked up." Jessie cleared her throat, and he pointed at her. "The only person I like being picked up by is my wife."

"And even then, that's not something others would want to see," Jessie smirked.

Pietro closed his eyes. "That probably would have sounded better in their heads."

"I'm acting on instructions direct from the throne," Kate held up an envelope. "Sealed orders from Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth I."

"The Queen?" Clara blinked. "The First? Sorry, Elizabeth the First?"

"Her credentials are inside," Kate nodded, then shook his head as the Doctor went to open the envelope. "No. Inside."

Jessie raised an eyebrow when she pointed to the National Gallery behind her. "OK."

"Nice scarf," the Doctor winked at the girl as they headed for the steps.

"What's our cover story for this?" Kate asked her assistant as they followed.

"Er, Derren Brown," she answered.

"Again?"

"Oh, we've sent him flowers."

Wanda couldn't help but snicker as they headed inside.

***

"Did you know her, Elizabeth the First?" Clara asked as they walked through the National Gallery.

"Unified Intelligence Taskforce," the Doctor told her.

"Sorry?"

"This lot, UNIT. They investigate alien stuff. Anything alien."

"What, like you?"

"I work for them."

Pietro snorted. "I can't see you having a job."

"Why shouldn't I have a job?" he defended himself. "I'd be brilliant at having a job."

"Dearie, this isn't your job," Jessie shook her head.

"Isn't this our job? I'm doing it now!"

"We save the universe, it's not limited to UNIT."

He paused. "Fair point," he conceded, before stiffening when a painting in front of them was unveiled.

Jessie's jaw dropped when she saw a fiery citadel under attack. "You have got to be kidding me."

"Elizabeth's credentials," Kate said unnecessarily.

"But," Clara sputtered as Wanda's eyes widened. "But that's not possible!"

"I'm lost," Pietro held up a hand.

"No more," the Doctor mumbled.

"That's the title," Kate confirmed.

"I know the title."

"Also known as Gallifrey Falls."

"We know the title," Jessie took a deep breath, squeezing the Doctor's hand.

"This is Gallifrey?" Pietro blinked, finally realizing why they reacted that way.

"Yes," Jessie nodded. "This is Gallifrey."

"This painting doesn't belong here, not in this time or this place," the Doctor shook his head.

"It feels weird," Wanda tilted her head, her eyes flashing scarlet.

"It's the fall of Arcadia, Gallifrey's second city," the Doctor explained.

"But how is it doing that?" Clara tilted her head from left to right, going forward to examine it more. "How is that possible? It's an oil painting in 3D."

"What do Time Lords do best?" Jessie raised an eyebrow. "Think of the TARDIS."

"It's bigger on the inside," Pietro guessed.

"Time Lord art," the Doctor confirmed. "A slice of real time, frozen."

"Elizabeth told us where to find it, and its significance," Kate nodded.

Jessie turned to see the Doctor swallow, not taking his eyes off the painting. "You OK?"

"He was there," was all the Doctor said.

Jessie inhaled sharply, remembering the first night they were together on Gemsamoria, when he had shared his two greatest secrets with her. "Who was?" Clara frowned.

"Me," the Doctor said. "The other me. The one I don't talk about."

"The one you don't talk about?" Wanda frowned.

The Doctor took a shaky breath. "I've had many faces, many lives. I don't admit to all of them. There's one life I've tried very hard to forget. He was the Doctor who fought in the Time War, and that was the day he did . . . it. The day I did it. The day he killed them all. The last day of the Time War, the War to end all wars between my people and the Daleks. And in that battle, there was a man with more blood on his hands than any other, a man who would commit a crime that would silence the universe. And that man . . . was me."

***

In the city of Arcadia, the War Doctor stepped out of his TARDIS, examining the battlefield, then nodded to the stunned man in front of him. "Soldier, I'm going to need your gun."

The soldier quickly handed it over, and the War Doctor shot a message into the wall behind him, hearing the Daleks approach. When he finished inscribing NO MORE, he handed the gun back and retreated to his TARDIS to save one of the Gallifreyan families nearby, then to go somewhere far, far away.

He knew what he had to do to end this War.

***

"The High Council is in emergency session," the Time Lord Androgar reported as the War Council met inside the Citadel. "They have plans of their own."

The War Council's leader, the General, scoffed. "To hell with the High Council. Their plans have already failed. Gallifrey's still in the line of fire. So, he was there, then?"

"He left a message, a written warning for the Daleks," Androgar confirmed, pulling up the message the Doctor had left: NO MORE. "He's a fool."

"No," the General growled. "He's a madman."

Androgar switched views. "As you can see, sir, all Dalek fleets surrounding the planet now converging on the capital, but the Sky Trenches are holding - "

The building shook as something exploded, but the General just continued. "Where did he go next?"

"What does it matter?" Androgar asked in exasperation. "This is their biggest ever attack, sir. They're throwing everything at us."

"Sir, we have a security breach to the Time Vaults," one of the Time Ladies reported.

The General frowned, seeing which Vault had been broken into. "The Omega Arsenal, where all the forbidden weapons are locked away."

"They're not forbidden anymore," Androgar shook his head. "We've used them all against the Daleks."

"No," the General shook his head slowly, feeling a headache coming. "No, we haven't."

***

"The Moment is gone," the General said as he looked upon an empty plinth in the Omega Arsenal.

"I don't understand," Androgar frowned. "What is the Moment? I've never heard of it."

"The galaxy eater," the General answered. "The final work of the ancients of Gallifrey. A weapon so powerful, the operating system became sentient. According to legend, it developed a conscience."

"And we've never used it."

"How do you use a weapon of ultimate mass destruction when it can stand in judgment on you?" the General asked. "There is only one man who would even try."

***

The War Doctor stopped walking away from his TARDIS, looking upon the lonely barn he was heading for. "Time Lords of Gallifrey, Daleks of Skaro, I serve notice on you all," he declared. "Too long I have stayed my hand. No more. Today, you leave me no choice. Today, this war will end. No more. No more."

He entered the barn and removed the sack he had over his shoulder, lowering it to reveal a brass box with clockwork inscribed into it. "How . . . how do you work?" he frowned. "Why is there never a big red button?" He looked up when he heard a noise outside, and frowning, he went to open the door. "Hello?" he looked outside. "Is somebody there?"

"You wouldn't be able to hear anything," a female voice behind him said, and the War Doctor whirled around in shock. "This place is deserted. You couldn't even hear a river out there."

The War Doctor had enough time to comprehend that the woman that had spoken was wearing a white dress and robe and had wildly curly hair that seemed to defy gravity before he leapt forward. "Don't sit on that!" he snapped, tugging her off.

"Why not?" she frowned.

"Because it's not a chair, it's the most dangerous weapon in the universe!" He shoved her out the door and closed it behind her, sighing.

"Why can't it be both?" the woman asked from behind him, and he started, spinning around to see her sitting back on the Moment, smirking at him. "Why did you park so far away? Didn't you want her to see it?"

"Want who to see it?" the War Doctor frowned.

"The TARDIS. You walked for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles."

The War Doctor blinked. "I was thinking."

"I heard you."

"You . . . heard me?"

"No more," the woman nodded. "No more."

"No more," the War Doctor repeated.

"No more," she sang, getting up and doing a little skipping motion around him and the Moment. "No more!"

"Stop it!" the War Doctor scowled.

She did with a pout, before quickly whispering, "No more!" and then winking at him.

"Who are you?" the War Doctor asked, before looking down when he heard noise from the clockwork in the Moment. "It's activating," he said, bending down, not seeing the woman's eyes flash gold. "Get out of here!" He tried to grab the box, only to hiss. "Ow!"

"What's wrong?" the woman asked innocently.

"The interface is hot," he winced, shaking out his hands.

"Well, thank you," the woman said sweetly. "Although, I think someone else would prefer you say that to her."

"There's a power source inside," the War Doctor began, then his head shot up as the words sank in.

"Penny dropped?" she asked innocently.

"You're the interface?" he gasped.

"They must have told you the Moment had a conscience," the woman nodded. "Hello! Oh, look at you," she clicked her tongue. "Stuck between a girl and a box. Story of your life, eh, Doctor?"

"You know me?" he stared at the Moment.

"I hear you," she nodded. "All of you, jangling around in that dusty old head of yours. I chose this face and form especially for you. It's from your past." She blinked. "Or possibly your future. Or maybe not even your future." She sighed. "Oh, timelines are confusing when they all get tangled together."

"I don't have a future," the War Doctor frowned.

"I think I'm called . . . Melody Pond," the Moment tilted her head. "No," she blinked. "Yes. No, sorry. No, no, in this form, I'm called . . . River Song." She smirked, her eyes flashing gold. "My apologies, Doctor. That was a spoiler."

"Stop calling me Doctor," he scowled.

"That's the name in your head."

"It shouldn't be. I've been fighting this war for a long time. I've lost the right to be the Doctor."

"Then you're the one to save us all."

"Yes."

The Moment snorted, folding her arms. "If I ever develop an ego, and I think I do, you've got the job."

"If you have been inside my head, then you know what I've seen," the War Doctor told her. "The suffering. Every moment in time and space is burning. It must end, and I intend to end it the only way I can."

"And you're going to use me to end it by killing them all, Daleks and Time Lords alike," the Moment told him. "I could, but there will be consequences for you."

"I have no desire to survive this," the War Doctor shook his head.

"Then that's your punishment," the Moment said simply. "If you do this, if you kill them all, then that's the consequence. You live." The War Doctor closed his eyes, then heard her speak again. "Gallifrey. You're going to burn it, and all those Daleks with it, but all those children, too. How many children on Gallifrey right now?"

He paused. "I don't know."

"One day, you will count them. One terrible night. Do you want to see what that will turn you into?" The War Doctor didn't answer. "Oh, come on. Aren't you curious?" The Moment held up a hand, and a swirling portal opened above them. "I'm opening windows on your future. A tangle in time through the days to come, to the man today will make of you." Suddenly, a red fez fell out of the portal and landed in front of them. The War Doctor blinked, only to see the Moment snort. "OK, I didn't see that coming."

***

"But the Time War's over," Clara said in confusion. "Why have you brought us here to look at a painting?"

"The painting only serves as Elizabeth's credentials, proof that the letter is from her," Kate said. "It's not why you're here."

The Doctor looked down at the envelope in his hands, then broke the wax seal. He opened the letter and started to read. "My dearest love, I hope the painting known as Gallifrey Falls will serve as proof that it is your Elizabeth who writes to you now. You will recall that you pledged yourself to the safety of my kingdom. In this capacity, I have appointed you as Curator of the Under Gallery, where deadly danger to England is locked away. Should any disturbance occur within its walls, it is my wish that you be summoned. Godspeed, my love."

"Dearest love?" Jessie repeated, in a deadly calm voice that meant she was anything but.

"I swear, I've no idea what that means," the Doctor shook his head wildly.

"Oh, I believe you," Jessie narrowed her eyes at the parchment. "That bloody woman always did hate me."

"What did you ever do to her?" Pietro raised an eyebrow.

"My last self got possessive."

"That would do it."

"What happened?" the Doctor asked.

"Easier to show you," Kate gestured away from the painting.

They left to follow her, and they stopped in front of a painting with Elizabeth, along with two other familiar figures. "Elizabeth the First," Wanda raised an eyebrow. "So you did know her."

The Doctor and Jessie exchanged glances before they both looked to where their last selves were in the painting with Elizabeth. "You could say that."

***

In 1562, another version of the TARDIS was parked in a meadow by a river. The doors suddenly opened, and the Tenth Doctor galloped out on a white horse, a red-haired woman behind him. "Allons-y!" he whooped, laughing. "There you go, Your Majesty. What did J tell you? Bigger on the inside!"

"The door isn't," Elizabeth muttered. She had fallen in love with the Time Lord herself, but it seemed as if the man already had a lover. But as Queen, she got what she wanted, one way or another. "You nearly took my head off. It's normally me who does that."

The Tenth Doctor just smiled and shook his head, galloping back to where he and Elizabeth had gone out for the day. Oh, his and Jessie's time in England was wonderful! Well, except for the fact that there was alien activity nearby. So, here he was distracting the Queen of England while his beautiful wife investigated without the ginger nearby. Apparently, however, he was distracting her too much. Well, she was out of luck; he was already taken. "Tell me, Doctor," Elizabeth said as they sat down on the cushions set out for a picnic. "Why I'm wasting my time on you. I have wars to plan."

"You have a picnic to eat," the Tenth Doctor pointed out.

"You could help me."

"Well, I'm helping you eat the picnic," he tossed a grape into his mouth.

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. "But you have a stomach for war. This face has seen conflict, it's as clear as day."

"Oh, I've seen conflict like you wouldn't believe," the Tenth Doctor shook his head. "But it wasn't this face. But never mind that, Your Majesty. I'm sure Jess would be willing to help."

Elizabeth's face clouded over. And there he went again, mentioning his precious wife. Couldn't he go more than two minutes without mentioning her? "Of course a woman would see combat in your world, Doctor."

"Ah, gotcha!" the Tenth Doctor jumped to his feet with a grin.

She blinked. "My love?"

"One, I am not your love," the Tenth Doctor held up a finger. "B - no, two, sorry - the real Elizabeth would notice when I just causally mentioned having a different face. But then, the real Elizabeth isn't a shape-shifting alien from outer space. And - " He held out a wacky gizmo from behind his back. "Ding!"

She scowled. "What's that?"

"It's a machine that goes - " The machine dinged suddenly. "Ding. Made it myself. Lights up in the presence of shape-shifter DNA. Ooo," he grinned as it lit up. "Also, it can microwave frozen dinners from up to twenty feet, and download comics from the future. I never know when to stop. Jess tries to, but it never works."

Elizabeth shook her had. "My love, I do not understand."

"I'm not your love," the Tenth Doctor glared, "and yes, you do. You're a Zygon."

"A Zygon?" Elizabeth repeated.

"Oh, stop it," he rolled his eyes. "It's over. A Zygon, yes. Big red rubbery thing covered in suckers. Surprisingly good kisser, but that was a long time ago. Jess is better. Think the real Queen of England would just decide to share her throne with any old handsome bloke in a tight suit just 'cos he's got amazing hair and a nice horse, even though he's married?" He pointed to his horse . . . only to do a double take when he saw the horse was now the exact alien he had just described. "Oh, it was the horse. Run!"

"What's happening?" Elizabeth asked, picking up her skirts to run.

"We're being attacked by a shape-shifting alien from outer space, formerly disguised as my horse."

"What does that mean?"

"It means we're going to need a new horse."

"Where's it going?"

"I'll hold it off," the Tenth Doctor waved her off. "You run. Your people need you."

"And I need you alive," Elizabeth nodded, kissing him hard before running off.

The Tenth Doctor blinked after her, then pinched the bridge of his nose. "Jessie is going to kill me," he declared before going off to try and lure the Zygon to him.

He failed rather miserably, considering Elizabeth screamed only seconds later. He ran in her direction, blinking when his device dinged rapidly. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa," he looked around to see who the Zygon could be, then narrowed his eyes. "Oh, very clever." He crouched down, glaring at the lop-eared rabbit on a log nearby. "Whatever you've got planned, forget it," he said darkly. "I'm the Doctor. I'm nine hundred and four years old. I'm from the planet Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterborous. I am the Oncoming Storm, the Bringer of Darkness, the blood bonded of the Bad Wolf, the Goddess of Time . . . and you are basically just a rabbit, aren't you?" The rabbit just looked at him, and he sighed, standing up. "OK, carry on. Just a general warning."

"Doctor!"

"Elizabeth!" he called, running to find her sitting up from where she was lying on the ground.

"That thing," she let him help her up. "Explain what it is. What does it want of us?"

"That's what Jess and I are trying to find out," the Tenth Doctor answered. "Probably just your planet."

"Doctor," another Elizabeth's voice said, and his eyes widened as a duplicate Elizabeth entered, glaring at the other one. "Step away from her, Doctor. That's not me. That's the creature."

The first Elizabeth blinked. "How is that possible? She's me. Doctor, she's me!"

"I am indeed me," the second Elizabeth narrowed her eyes as the Tenth Doctor smacked his gizmo, trying to get it to work again. "A compliment that cannot be extended to yourself."

"Extraordinary. The creature has captured my exact likeness. This is exceptional."

"Exceptional? A Queen would call it impertinent."

"A Queen would feel compelled to admire the skill of the execution before arranging one."

"It's not working," the Tenth Doctor huffed in annoyance.

"One might surmise that the creature would learn quickly to protect itself from any simple means of detection," the first Elizabeth said.

"Clearly you understand the creature better than I," the second Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. "But then, you have the advantage."

Before anyone could speak again, a vortex appeared in the air, spiraling above them. "Back, both of you, now!" the Tenth Doctor ordered, and they did as ordered. "That's a time fissure, a tear in the fabric of reality. Anything could happen." A red fez dropped out of the vortex, and the Doctor blinked. " . . . for instance, a fez."

***

Kate nodded, and two soldiers pulled the portrait away, revealing a hidden door. "This way," she said, leading them down into a darker gallery. "Welcome to the Under Gallery. This is where Elizabeth the First kept all art deemed too dangerous for public consumption."

The Doctor stopped, bending down and scooping up a handful of the sand-like material that covered the floor, then looked between the two rows of statues covered with sheets. "Stone dust," he mused.

"Is it important?" Kate asked.

"In twelve hundred years, I've never stepped in anything that wasn't." The girl behind them made a noise, and he stood, pointing at her. "Oi, you! Are you sciency?"

She jumped. "Oh, er, well, er . . . yes."

"Got a name?"

"Yes."

"Good, I've always wanted to meet someone called Yes. Now, I want this stone dust analyzed, and I want a report in triplicate, with lots of graphs and diagrams and complicated sums on my desk tomorrow morning, ASAP, pronto, LOL. See? Job. Do I have a desk?"

"No," Kate shook her head.

"And I want a desk."

Jessie smirked at the girl as she started breathing heavily. "What's your real name?"

"Osgood," she answered.

"Do as he says, Osgood," Jessie turned to follow the Doctor as he went ahead. "And use that inhaler!"

The Doctor walked past a display case, paused, then walked back. He grinned, lifting the case up, and removed the fez from inside, putting it on his head. Clara just sighed. "Some day, you could just walk past a fez."

"Never gonna happen," the Doctor smirked.

They walked into the next room, full of alien paintings, glass on the floor. "3D again," Clara noted.

"Oh, I like this one," Jessie said, and they turned to see her examining a winterscape, a fond smile on her face. "What does it remind you of, Doctor?"

"Oh, Woman Wept!" the Doctor grinned. "We haven't taken you there, have we?"

"No," Wanda shook her head.

"We haven't been since the Slitheen," Jessie recalled, smiling. "That was a day."

***

"Jack, I am going to kill you!"

"No, you won't!"

"Stay still, and maybe I will!"

The Ninth Doctor raised an eyebrow and watched in amusement as his two companions sprinted past: Captain Jack Hakrness and Jessie Nightshade, Jack obviously the one being chased. "What did he do this time?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"He dumped snow down my back!" Jessie pointed an accusing finger at the man, who raised his hands in defense. "And then hit me in the face with snowballs!"

"There's snow everywhere!" Jack protested. "Did you expect me not to take that opportunity?"

"All right, settle down," the Ninth Doctor rolled his eyes, walking over. "No one's dead, no one's injured. Considering the recent adventures, this is your break. Try not to kill each other over a snowball fight."

Jessie sighed, pulling her jacket tighter around herself. "It is nice," she admitted, looking around the frozen landscape. "Does it really look like a woman weeping from above?"

"That's how it got its name," the Ninth Doctor nodded as Jack brushed off his gloves. "Fantastic, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Jessie grinned up at him.

Jack barely refrained from rolling his eyes as the Ninth Doctor grinned back at her. Honestly, when were they going to start shagging? The way they kept making those lovey-dovey eyes at each other, it was a wonder they hadn't yet. "So, where to next, Doc?" he asked.

"Well, the TARDIS is in need of refueling," the Ninth Doctor shrugged, leading them back to the TARDIS. "So just a pop over to Cardiff, refill, then - "

There was a crack, and a swirling vortex suddenly appeared above them, making them stop. "What the hell is that?" Jack asked sharply.

"Time fissure," the Ninth Doctor narrowed his eyes. "It's a tear in the fabric of reality."

"Meaning?" Jessie asked warily.

"Well . . . " the Ninth Doctor shrugged. "That depends on where it's come from."

***

"Gorgeous planet," Jessie nodded, turning away from the winterscape, then frowned. "Interesting."

Wanda looked down at what she was examining. "The broken glass?"

"Where it's broken from," Jessie corrected. "Look at the shatter pattern. The glass on all these paintings has been broken from the inside."

"As you can see, all the paintings are landscapes," Kate gestured. "No figures of any kind."

"So?" the Doctor frowned.

"There used to be."

The five crowded around as Kate handed over a pad with the original images on it. "Something's got out of the paintings," Clara realized.

"Lots of somethings," the Doctor frowned. "Dangerous."

Jessie put a hand on her blaster, Pietro's fists clenching. Kate cleared her throat. "This whole place has been searched. There's nothing here that shouldn't be, and nothing's got out."

All of them looked up when a vortex opened above them, and the Doctor groaned. "Oh, no. Not now!"

"Doctor, what is it?" Pietro frowned.

"No, not now!" the Doctor complained to the fissure. "I'm busy!"

"Is it too do with the paintings?" Kate asked.

"No, no, this is different," he shook his head. "I remember this. Almost remember . . . "

"I do," Jessie nodded, and the Doctor blinked when she whipped the fez off his head. "This is where you come in!"

The Doctor jumped when she tossed his fez through the fissure. "Oi!" he sprinted after it. "Geronimo!"

"Have fun!" Jessie laughed - then used the Aether to push Wanda and Pietro in after him.

"Bad Wolf!" Clara screeched, turning to her, eyes wide, the Maximoffs yelping as they fell in.

Jessie just burst out laughing. "Oh, just watch, Clara. This is going to be fun."

***

The Doctor crashed to the ground with a groan, then yelped when an unexpected weight hit him. He just groaned when the last bit of weight hit. "Ow!"

"Pietro!" Wanda shouted.

"Sorry!" her twin sputtered.

"Who are these people?" a female voice asked.

"That's just what I was wondering," a very familiar voice asked.

The Eleventh Doctor's head shot up in surprise as he looked up at his last self, the Tenth Doctor wearing his fez. "Oh, that is skinny," he scrambled to his feet, sending the Maximoffs rolling. "That is properly skinny. I've never seen it from the outside. It's like a special effect."

Pietro winced as he stood up, then frowned, seeing Wanda pause and tilt her head, examining the man in the skin-tight pinstripe suit. "What is going on?"

"I believe this is the last Doctor," she answered.

The Eleventh Doctor nodded, pointing at Wanda, before doing a double take and glaring at the Tenth Doctor. "Oi!" He swatted knocked his fez to the ground. "Ha! Matchstick man!"

Pietro snorted, then clapped a hand over his mouth. Realization dawned in the Tenth Doctor's eyes as they widened. "You're not . . . "

The Eleventh Doctor just smirked and whipped out his sonic screwdriver at the same time as his predecessor. Wanda sighed, shaking her head at the immaturity of them both. "Honestly, and they called us children."

"Compensating?" the Tenth Doctor raised an eyebrow.

"For what?" the Eleventh Doctor asked as they flipped their screwdrivers end over end before putting them away.

"Regeneration. It's a lottery."

"I think either way, with who you've got with you, you've hit the jackpot both times," Wanda pointed out.

"You see?" the Eleventh Doctor pointed at Wanda as the Tenth Doctor conceded the point. "She's wonderful. Oh, that's Wanda, by the way, Wanda Maximoff. That's her twin, Pietro."

"Hi," Wanda smiled and waved.

"What's with the sandshoes?" Pietro tilted his head, looking at the Tenth Doctor's shoes.

The Eleventh Doctor was the one who snorted that time, but the Tenth Doctor ignored the jab. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "I'm busy."

"Oh, busy," the Eleventh Doctor considered the two Elizabeths, scowling in the process. "I see. Is that what we're calling it, eh? Eh?"

"In my defense, I didn't start this, and I wouldn't dare cheat," the Tenth Doctor narrowed his eyes.

"Well, in that case . . . " The Eleventh Doctor put on his fez and bowed deeply to the Elizabeths. "Hello, ladies."

"Don't start," the Tenth Doctor sighed. "They'll get on you next."

"That bad, eh?"

"You don't want to know."

"Hey, what you get up to in the privacy of your own regeneration is your business."

"One of them is a Zygon."

The Eleventh Doctor cringed. "I'm not judging you."

"Doctor!" Pietro warned.

The two of them turned as the time fissure opened again, and both put on their glasses: the Tenth Doctor his brainy specs, the Eleventh Doctor Amy's reading glasses. They looked at each other and grinned. "Oh, lovely," they complimented, pointing at the glasses.

"Your Majesties, probably a good time to run," the Eleventh Doctor told the gingers.

"But what about the creature?" both asked.

The Tenth Doctor sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Elizabeth, whichever one of you is the real one, turn and run in the opposite direction of the other one." He raised a finger as they approached him. "And if one of you even tries to kiss me . . . "

The Elizabeths ran off in opposite directions, and the Eleventh Doctor's eyebrows flew up. "She's kissed you?"

"Yeah," he sighed.

"And how did our gorgeous blood bonded take that?"

" . . . well . . . "

The Eleventh Doctor grimaced. "Oof. Good luck."

"Thanks," the Tenth Doctor sighed.

Then his successor grinned. "So, one of those was a Zygon."

"Yeah."

"Big red rubbery thing covered in suckers."

"Yeah."

"Venom sacs in the tongue."

"Yeah, I'm getting the point, thank you."

"For the record, I prefer Jez."

"Finally, something we agree on."

"Do you have a camera?" Pietro asked Wanda.

"Not unless you mean my phone."

"Because this is priceless."

"Oh, trust me, I know," Jessie's voice came from the fissure. "And it's bloody hilarious from this end."

"Doctor?" Clara called. "Pietro, Wanda? Are you there?"

"Ah, hello, Clara!" the Eleventh Doctor beamed. "Can you hear me?"

"Yeah, it's me. We can hear you. Where are you?"

The Eleventh Doctor looked at his predecessor. "Where are we?"

"England, 1562," he answered.

"Who are you talking to?" Clara wondered.

"Himself," Jessie snickered. "Finally gone mad, have you, dearie?"

"Oi!" the Eleventh Doctor shouted, offended, as the Maximoffs burst out laughing, the Tenth Doctor raising an eyebrow. "You're the one who tossed my fez inside!"

"Someone's got to be the brains of the two of us, and frankly, dearie, I remember things better than you."

" . . . fair point."

"That would be our version of the Bad Wolf," Pietro snickered.

"Can you come back through?" Kate asked.

"Physical passage may not be possible in both directions," the Eleventh Doctor shook his head. "It's . . . ah!" He took off his fez. "Fez incoming!"

He tossed it through, then Clara reported, "Nothing here."

"So where did it go?" Wanda asked.

***

"Who's he talking to?" the English girl asked as the War Doctor bent down to pick up the fez.

"You said himself," the older woman pointed out.

***

"Definitely himself," the American woman said as the Ninth Doctor walked around the fissure, frowning, the First Bad Wolf and Jack keeping an eye on it curiously. "Never could forget him . . . even if he was ridiculously thick most of the time."

***

"Oi!" the Tenth Doctor protested, and the Eleventh Doctor was now the one laughing hysterically.

"Deal with it, dearie," Jessie smirked.

"Keep them talking," Kate ordered, turning around and walking off, talking into her phone. "Malcolm? Malcolm, I need you to send me one of my father's incident files. Codenamed Cromer."

"Hang on," Wanda's voice said. "What if the way we came in closed off?"

"Still open here," Jessie frowned.

"Throw something else in," the Eleventh Doctor recommended.

"Er . . . " Jessie checked herself over.

"Here," Clara took off her mother's ring. "Doctor, I'm tossing my ring in now!"

She threw it into the fissure, and it went through. A moment passed, then the Eleventh Doctor reported, "Nothing here."

"So where did that go?" Jessie frowned.

***

The First Bad Wolf raised a hand and snatched the English girl's ring when it fell out of the fissure, looking at it in surprise. "Well, how about that?"

"But we don't know where it goes if we throw it back," Jack frowned.

"Well," the Ninth Doctor walked back over to them. "Only one way to find out."

The two companions grinned at him in response.

***

"OK," the Tenth Doctor nodded. "You used to be me. You've obviously done this before. What happens next?"

The Eleventh Doctor winced. "I don't remember."

Pietro raised an eyebrow. "I think this would be hard to forget, Doctor."

"Hey, hang on, it's not my fault! He's obviously not paying enough attention!"

The Tenth Doctor sighed and looked at Wanda. "Is he always like this?" he asked quietly.

"You have no idea," she smirked.

"Reverse the polarity!" the Eleventh Doctor suddenly spun around, aiming his screwdriver at the fissure. The Tenth Doctor joined in, but nothing happened. "It's not working."

The Tenth Doctor frowned. "We're both reversing the polarity."

"Yes, I know that."

"Honestly, Doctor, can you not count?" Wanda rolled her eyes. "There's two of you. One of you's reversing it, the other you's reversing it back."

"We're confusing the polarity," the Tenth Doctor nodded.

The Eleventh Doctor nodded as well . . . then jumped when the fissure flared and a much older man dropped out. The Eleventh Doctor blanched and grabbed the Maximoff closest to him, Pietro, and pulled him behind him. The Tenth Doctor did the same with Wanda, and both of them raised their sonic screwdrivers as the older man straightened, the Eleventh Doctor's fez in his hands. "Anyone lose a fez?" the War Doctor asked.

"You," the Tenth Doctor narrowed his eyes. "How can you be here? More to the point, why are you here?"

"Wanda?" Pietro looked over at his sister. "You know who he is?"

"No," she shook her head.

"Good afternoon," the War Doctor nodded politely. "I'm looking for the Doctor."

The two future Doctors looked at each other in surprise. "Well," the Tenth Doctor cleared his throat as the Maximoffs snickered behind them. "You've certainly come to the right place."

"Good," the War Doctor nodded. "Right. Well, who are you all?" They opened their mouths to respond when he brightened. "Oh, of course! Are you his companions?"

The Eleventh Doctor blinked. "His companions?"

"Technically," Pietro shrugged, looking at Wanda. They were really the Bad Wolf's, but he didn't want to drop that bombshell yet. It'd be more hilarious when their version and her predecessor were there.

"They get younger all the time," the War Doctor nodded. He hadn't expected so many, though . . . four companions? Wasn't that a bit much? "Well, if you could point me in the general direction of the Doctor?"

"Certainly," Pietro nodded.

"Of course," Wanda smiled sweetly.

They both reached into the two Doctors' pockets, pulled out their sonic screwdrivers, and pointed them at the two Doctors. "Here they are," Pietro smirked as the Eleventh Doctor did jazz hands.

The War Doctor blinked. "Really?"

"Yeah," the Eleventh Doctor nodded.

"Really," the Tenth Doctor nodded as the Maximoffs handed back their screwdrivers.

"You're me? Both of you?"

"Yep."

The War Doctor pointed at the Eleventh Doctor. "Even that one?"

"Yes!" he whined as Pietro burst out laughing.

"You're my future selves?"

"Yes!" both numbered Doctors shouted as Wanda joined in on the laughing.

"Am I having a midlife crisis?" the War Doctor asked, stepping forward, only to stop and hold his hands up in confusion when the Doctors aimed their sonic screwdrivers at him. "Why are you pointing your screwdrivers like that? They're scientific instruments, not water pistols!" He snorted. "Look like you've seen a ghost."

"You do know who you're talking to, right, mate?" Pietro raised an eyebrow.

"Wait," Wanda narrowed her eyes. "You've got the fez. Did you get a ring, too?"

"No," the War Doctor shook his head.

Pietro and Wanda exchanged looks. "So where did the ring go?" Pietro asked.

"Well, if it didn't go to him, and it didn't come here, the only one of us that isn't here is . . . " The Eleventh Doctor trailed off, his eyes widening in realization. "Oh."

"Oh, no," the Tenth Doctor blanched.

"Oh, yes," the Eleventh Doctor nodded. "Get away from the fissure."

"What?" Wanda frowned as they were tugged back, the War Doctor following in confusion. "Why?"

The fissure flashed, and the Tenth Doctor winced. "That's why."

Three more figures dropped out of the fissure: one in leather, one with her hair in French braids, and one in a World War II greatcoat. They landed the exact same way the Eleventh Doctor and the Maximoffs did: one on top of the other. "Ow!" the Ninth Doctor complained.

"Jack!" the First Bad Wolf screeched.

"Sorry!" Jack sputtered as he scrambled off the pile, helping the First Bad Wolf, the Ninth Doctor getting to his feet last as Wanda's eyes widened. "So sorry!"

"You have got to be kidding me," the Tenth Doctor blinked rapidly.

"Should have seen that coming," the Eleventh Doctor admitted.

***

Clara jumped when the Third Bad Wolf let out a word that the TARDIS didn't translate. She could guess what it meant, though, considering a moment later, the Eleventh Doctor admonished, "Language!"

"Doctor," the Third Bad Wolf closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Please, for all our sanity . . . do not tell me there are now four of you in one place."

"OK."

She sighed. "Maximoffs?"

"There are!" the two responses came.

"Bloody fantastic."

***

"She said not to tell her!" the Eleventh Doctor whined to the Maximoffs.

"With her, it is always better to tell," Wanda scoffed.

"Who's got the ring?" Pietro asked the Nines. The First Bad Wolf held it up, and Pietro held up his own hand. "My girlfriend will want that back." The First Bad Wolf pitched it to him, and he caught it with a nod. "Thanks. It's her mother's."

"So they were before you," Wanda looked at the Tenth Doctor.

"Er, yes," the Tenth Doctor cleared his throat, scratching the back of his head. "Right before me."

Jack's head shot up, and the First Bad Wolf's jaw dropped. "You're all - ?" she began.

The Maximoffs took hold of the two other Doctors' wrists, bringing their hands up to show the sonic screwdrivers they still had in their hands. "They are," Pietro smirked. "I'm Pietro. That's my twin sister, Wanda. They're the Doctor."

"This one, then that one," Wanda pointed to the Tenth Doctor, then the Eleventh Doctor.

"And you say I'm a child," the Eleventh Doctor rolled his eyes, yanking his wrist from Pietro's grip.

"You are a child," Wanda scoffed.

The Ninth Doctor shook his head slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose. When he had taken Jessie and Jack to Woman Wept, he had not expected a time fissure to open that would drop him with his future selves. "So I turn into a pretty boy and a little kid?"

"Them in a nutshell," Pietro smirked.

"Pretty?" the Tenth Doctor repeated dubiously.

"Yes," the First Bad Wolf answered, then blushed when both the Ninth Doctor and Jack looked at her in surprise. "What?" she defended herself. "He asked!"

Wanda's head suddenly shot up. "Doctor!"

The Eleventh Doctor spun around, raising his sonic screwdriver at the same time as the Tenth Doctor, Pietro and Wanda fanning out to form a circle around the others as a group of soldiers ran up, weapons aimed at them. "Encircle them!" their leader demanded. "Which of you is the Doctor? The Queen of England is bewitched. I would have the Doctor's head."

The War Doctor raised an eyebrow. "Well, this has all the makings of your lucky day."

The Ninth Doctor shot him an icy glare, reaching over to grab the First Bad Wolf, tugging her away from his predecessor. "Hey!" she complained.

"What is he doing here?" the Ninth Doctor snarled in such distaste, she gawked at him. She had only heard him talk like that about the Daleks!

"Hell if we know," the Eleventh Doctor shook his head.

***

"Yeah, there's four of them," the Third Bad Wolf sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as Kate returned. She could already feel a headache coming on: two Time Lady versions of herself and the non-Time Lady version. Oh, this was going to be fantastic. "Only you, Doctor."

"There's a precedent for that," Kate told her.

***

The nobleman in the lead looked sharply at the fissure. "What is that?"

The War Doctor just sighed as he looked at the Eleventh and Tenth Doctors. "Oh, the pointing again. They're screwdrivers! What are you going to do, assemble a cabinet at them?"

"Told you so," Jack threw the Ninth Doctor a look.

"Now?" the Time Lord glared back. "You're going to do this now?"

"That thing, what witchcraft is it?" the nobleman asked.

The Eleventh Doctor nodded. "Ah, yes. Now that you mention it, that is witchcraft. Yes, yes, yes, witchy witchcraft. Hello!" he called to the fissure. "Hello in there! Excuse me, hello! Am I talking to the Wicked Witch of the Well?"

***

The Third Bad Wolf nudged Clara. "He means you."

"Why am I the witch?" Clara complained.

"Just humor him."

Clara groaned, walking forward. "Hello?" she called.

"Clara!" the Eleventh Doctor cheered. "Hi, hello. Would you mind telling these prattling mortals to get themselves begone?"

"What he said."

Pietro snorted, and the Third Bad Wolf held up a finger, clearing her throat. "Bit more color, Clara."

"OI!" the Third Bad Wolf snarled, making Clara jump. "All ye prattling mortals, off you pop, else you become the next meal of the big Bad Wolf!"

Clara let out a terrified scream for effect.

***

There were four very different reactions from the assembled group. "Did she just say Bad Wolf?" the Ninth Doctor demanded.

"Nice," the Tenth Doctor complimented.

The War Doctor just looked very confused as the soldiers all blanched in fear. The Maximoffs, on the other hand, were practically dying of laughter. "That is excellent," the Eleventh Doctor grinned. "Couldn't have done it better myself."

"Doctor, what's going on?" Clara asked in exasperation.

"It's a . . . " The Eleventh Doctor waved a hand. "Timey-wimey thing."

"Timey what?" the Ninth Doctor blinked at him.

"Timey-wimey?" Jack laughed.

"I've no idea where he picks that stuff up," the Tenth Doctor began.

"Liar!" the Third Bad Wolf barked.

He winced, but he couldn't defend himself, as one of the Elizabeths approached, the soldiers all falling to their knees. "The Queen! The Queen!"

Elizabeth frowned as she looked over the group. "You don't seem to be kneeling. How tremendously brave of you."

"Which one are you?" the Tenth Doctor narrowed his eyes. "What happened to the other one?"

"Indisposed," Elizabeth smirked. "Long live the Queen."

"Long live the Queen!" the soldiers echoed.

"Arrest these men and women," Elizabeth ordered. "Take them to the Tower."

"That is not the Queen of England," the Tenth Doctor pointed. "That's an alien duplicate."

The Eleventh Doctor winked at the Maximoffs before saying, "Don't know if you should take it from him, though. I don't think he's really checked."

The Tenth Doctor glared at him. "Oh, shut up."

"Venoms sacs in the tongue . . . "

"Seriously, stop it!"

"What, afraid she's gonna hear?"

"I don't exactly want to explain this to her," the Tenth Doctor gestured to the Elizabeth. "Don't you dare, either."

"Nah, that's all on you," the Eleventh Doctor sniggered before straightening. "No, hang on. The Tower. Did you say the Tower? Ah, yes, brilliant! Love the Tower! Breakfast at eight, please. Will there be Wi-Fi?"

The War Doctor frowned. "Are you capable of speaking without flapping your hands about?"

"Yes," the Eleventh Doctor nodded.

"No," Wanda deadpanned.

"Whatever," he sighed. "I demand to be incarcerated in the Tower immediately with my co-conspirators Quicksilver, Scarlet Witch, Big Ears, Sandshoes, Granddad, Whiskey, and Boeface."

That got mixed reactions from everyone. The Ninth Doctor just growled, having heard enough of the ears. "What did you just call me?" the First Bad Wolf glared.

"Granddad?" the War Doctor raised an eyebrow.

"They're not sandshoes!" the Tenth Doctor complained.

The Ninth Doctor took one look and snorted. "Yes, they are."

"Silence!" Elizabeth snapped. "The Tower is not to be taken lightly. Very few emerge again."

***

"Dear God, that man's clever," Kate breathed. "Come on."

"Where are we going?" Clara asked as they headed away from the fissure.

"My office, otherwise known as the Tower of London."

***

"Come on, you lot," the warden snapped as the entire group as tossed into one of the Tower cells. "Get in there!"

"Ow," the War Doctor muttered, wincing.

The door slammed shut, and the Eleventh Doctor immediately started searching his pockets. "Jessie, have you got a knife?" he asked, looking up.

"Yeah," she smiled, relieved the Doctor at least knew who she was, holding out one of her combat knives. "What for?"

"Four of us in one cell," he told her, going over to a stone pillar and starting to scratch into it. "That's going to cause some nasty anomalies if we don't get out soon."

"Then what are you doing?" Pietro raised an eyebrow.

"Getting us out."

The War Doctor went over to sonic the door, but the Tenth Doctor shook his head. "The sonic won't work on that. It's too primitive."

"I don't think we can get a better quality door," Wanda pointed out.

"Well, I could just - " the First Bad Wolf began.

"No," the Ninth Doctor shook his head immediately. "We're in here because the time fissure is witchcraft. You get us out, then they definitely will think it's witchcraft."

"I'm out, then," Wanda sighed, leaning against the pillar the Eleventh Doctor was scratching on. "What was his word again?"

"Fantastic," the Eleventh Doctor supplied.

"Thank you."

"OK," the Tenth Doctor paced back and forth. "So the Queen of England is now a Zygon, but never mind that. Why are we all together? Why are we all here? Well, me, Chinny, and Big Ears, we were surprised, but you came looking for us," he pointed at the War Doctor. "You knew it was going to happen. Who told you?"

"Oi!" the Ninth Doctor protested as the Moment held a finger to her lips, winking at the War Doctor.

"Chinny?" the Eleventh Doctor demanded as Pietro laughed.

"Yeah, you do have a chin," the Tenth Doctor smirked.

***

"The Doctor will be trying to send us a message," Kate said into her phone as they walked towards the Tower entrance. "We're looking for a string of numerals from around 1550, approximately. Priority One. I'm going to need access to the Black Archive."

The Third Bad Wolf looked at Kate in concern. "I had sincerely hoped the Doctor lied about that place."

"He did not," Kate shook her head, leading them down a corridor. "The Black Archive, highest security rating on the planet. The entire staff have their memories wiped at the end of every shift. Automated memory filters in the ceiling." Clara looked up nervously as Kate walked up to the guard on duty. "Access, please."

"Ma'am," he nodded, taking her key.

"Atkins, isn't it?"

"Yes, ma'am. First day here."

"How long's it really been?" the Third Bad Wolf whispered to Kate as Atkins opened the door.

"Ten years," she answered quietly.

"Lock and key?" Clara asked as they entered. "Bit basic, isn't it?"

"Can't afford electronic security down here," Kate shook her head. "No offense, Bad Wolf, but got to keep the Doctor out. The whole of the Tower is TARDIS-proofed. He really wouldn't approve of the collection."

"No kidding," the Third Bad Wolf looked around.

"But you let us in," Clara pointed out.

"You and the Maximoffs have a top level security rating from your last visit."

Clara blinked. "Sorry, my what?"

"Apologies. We have to screen all their known associates. We can't have information about the Doctor and the TARDIS falling into the wrong hands. The consequences could be disastrous."

"Where the hell did you get this?" the Third Bad Wolf entered a large container with glass viewing windows like from the cubes.

"What is that?" Clara frowned as she examined a computer on a leather wristband.

"Time travel," Kate answered. "A Vortex Manipulator bequeathed to UNIT Archive by Captain Jack Harkness on the occasion of his death."

"Which one?" the Third Bad Wolf raised an eyebrow.

"One of them," she conceded. "No one can know we have this, not even our allies."

"Why not?" Clara asked.

"Think about it. Americans with the ability to rewrite history? You've seen their movies."

The Third Bad Wolf snorted. "Thanks, Kate."

"OK, so this is how we're going to rescue the Doctor and the Maximoffs?" Clara clarified.

"I'm not sure there's enough power for a two-way trip," Kate said. "In any event, we don't have the activation code. The Doctor knows we have this, so he's always kept the code from us. Let's hope he changes his mind." She turned away when her phone rang. "Yes?" she asked, then paused. "Well, if you've found it, photograph it and send it to my phone."

Clara looked around, waiting, then paused when she saw the two other UNIT people, Osgood and McGillop, walk in. "Er, Kate?" she tapped the blonde on her shoulder. "Should they be here? Why have they followed us?"

Kate looked over. "Oh, they've probably just finished disposing of the humans a bit early."

The Third Bad Wolf's head shot up, and her eyes narrowed. "Excuse me?"

"Kate" blinked, then sighed. "Dear me. I really do get into character, don't I?"

The Third Bad Wolf yanked Clara back as "Kate" spat yellow venom at her before morphing into a Zygon. "The Under Gallery is secured," the Osgood Zygon reported.

Kate's phone lit up with a photograph, and the Third Bad Wolf took one look at it before grabbing the Vortex Manipulator and quickly punching in numbers. "Prepare to dispose of two more bodies," the Zygon said. "We have acquired the device."

"What, this one?" the Third Bad Wolf held up her wrist. "In the words of my last husband . . . allons-y!"

Clara grabbed her wrist as the Third Bad Wolf turned the Vortex Manipulator on, and they disappeared.

***

"In theory, I can trigger an isolated sonic shift among the molecules, and the door should disintegrate," the War Doctor said as the Eleventh Doctor continued scratching his message.

The two other Doctors instantly shook their heads. "We'd have to calculate the exact harmonic resonance of the entire structure down to a sub-atomic level. Even the sonic would take years."

"It would take centuries," the Ninth Doctor corrected.

Jack snorted. "Well, there went the assets."

"Oh, we might as well get started," the War Doctor sat down. "Help to pass the timey-wimey." The First Bad Wolf snickered at that, Pietro smirking, but the three other Doctors just looked at him. "Do you have to talk like children?" the War Doctor asked the two more recent Doctors. "What is that makes you so ashamed of being a grown up?" The two of them looked at each other. "Oh, the way you all look at me. What is that? I'm trying to think of a better word than dread."

"No, dread is right," Wanda frowned. "Doctor?"

"It must be really recent for you," the Tenth Doctor remarked.

"Recent?" the War Doctor frowned.

"The Time War," the Eleventh Doctor elaborated. "The last day. The day you killed them all."

The Ninth Doctor shot him a look. "The day we killed them all."

The Eleventh Doctor winced. "Same thing."

"It's history for them," the Moment said suddenly, and he turned to see the woman's image sitting next to him. "All decided. They think their future is real. They don't know it's still up to you."

The War Doctor frowned. "I don't talk about it."

"Why would you?" the First Bad Wolf frowned. "There's no one else here."

"Go on," the Moment urged. "Ask them. Ask what you need to know."

The War Doctor hesitated, then finally just asked. "Did you ever count?"

"Count what?" the Eleventh Doctor continued scratching.

He took a deep breath. "How many children were on Gallifrey that day."

That got a reaction. The Eleventh Doctor stopped scratching, the Tenth Doctor's face drained of all color, and the Ninth Doctor went rigid. "I have absolutely no idea," the Eleventh Doctor said quickly.

"Liar," Wanda said quietly.

"Doctor?" the First Bad Wolf approached the Ninth Doctor cautiously.

"How old are you?" the War Doctor asked the Eleventh Doctor.

"Ah . . . I don't know," he shrugged. "I lose track. Twelve hundred and something. I think. Unless I'm lying." He paused. "I can't remember if I'm lying about my age. That's how old I am."

The War Doctor frowned. "Four hundred years older than me, and in all that time, you've never even wondered how many there were? You never once counted?"

The Eleventh Doctor closed his eyes. Flashes of Sokovia went by, remembering all of the families that got caught in the crossfire of the war against Ultron. That was nothing compared to Gallifrey, but it still hurt to think about. And Pietro had nearly died . . . Jez had nearly died. "Tell me, what would be the point?"

The Tenth Doctor looked down abruptly. The Ninth Doctor swallowed and reached behind him towards the First Bad Wolf. She instantly stepped forward and took his hand; he looked at the Eleventh Doctor with steely eyes, and stated, "Two point four seven billion."

"What?" Wanda's jaw dropped.

"Oh, my God!" Jack clapped a hand over his mouth, blue eyes wide.

"You did count!" the War Doctor pointed at the Eleventh Doctor.

"And you're happy about that?" the First Bad Wolf glared at him. "That number?"

"You forgot?" the Ninth Doctor glared at him. "Four hundred years? Is that all it takes?"

"I moved on," the Eleventh Doctor stood and turned to glare.

"Where?" the Tenth Doctor finally asked, and the Eleventh Doctor turned to look at him. "Where can you be now that you can forget something like that?"

The Eleventh Doctor shook his head. "You really don't want to know."

"No, no, no, no, I really would," the Tenth Doctor shook his head. "For once, I would like to know where we're going."

"You really want to know?" the Eleventh Doctor spat, narrowing his eyes, said eyes flaring red for a split second, but it was enough to make the Tenth Doctor take a step back hesitantly. "You really want to know how many times we've nearly died? I'll count. Silurians. Pandorica. Demons Run. Sokovia." Pietro and Wanda both looked away at that. "Berlin. Utah. Manhattan, again." The Tenth Doctor cringed at that. "Cyberiad. And one other place I am not going to name. You do not want to know how many close calls we have had." He snorted and shook his head, turning away. "Honestly. Mine's working on getting here. Yours is already here."

And the Tenth Doctor finally snapped. "But she's not here, is she?"

That made everyone look at him. "She?" the First Bad Wolf asked, eyes wide.

"What?" the War Doctor blinked.

But the Eleventh Doctor's jaw just dropped. "Oh," he mumbled. "Oh." He smacked himself in the forehead. "Oh, stupid Doctor!"

"He finally admits it," Pietro attempted to break the tension.

"No, I really am stupid," the Eleventh Doctor insisted. "I thought it might have been after the twenty-seven planets, at earliest Gemsamoria . . . but it's not, is it?" he looked at his predecessor.

"No," he shook his head, swallowing.

"It's after Mars."

"Yes."

"The one time she isn't with us . . . and one of the biggest mistakes we ever make."

"One of?" the Tenth Doctor snorted.

"I'm counting Manhattan."

"Fair point," the Tenth Doctor conceded, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. "The one time I never had her . . . the one time I should have listen to who was there."

"Yeah, that would have solved it," the Eleventh Doctor nodded. "New rule. Rule 3: she's always right."

The Tenth Doctor laughed, startled. "Yeah."

"Something else we agree on, then."

Both men laughed, making the Nines look at each other in confusion. "Did we just miss something?" Jack asked the Maximoffs.

"No idea," Wanda shook her head. She'd never heard anything about Mars. What had happened there?

"I don't know who you are, either of you, any of you," the War Doctor looked around. One second, those two had been almost at each other's throats, now they were like old friends. "I haven't got the faintest idea."

"They're you," the Moment told him quietly. "They're what you become if you destroy Gallifrey. The man who regrets and the man who forgets, and the women with them who are their reasons for living. The moment is coming, Doctor. The Moment is me. You have to decide."

"No," the War Doctor shook his head.

"No?" the Ninth Doctor raised an eyebrow.

"Just . . . no."

The Eleventh Doctor chuckled bitterly, and the First Bad Wolf raised an eyebrow coldly. "Something you want to share with us?"

"Sorry," the Eleventh Doctor shook his head. "It just occurred to me . . . this is what I'm like when I'm alone."

"Don't even think about that, Doctor," Wanda shook her head. "Two hundred years of a grudge? Gone. Don't you remember? You are not alone."

"And I'll bet you anything they're on their way," Pietro added, eyeing what the Eleventh Doctor had been carving into the wall.

The Eleventh Doctor opened his mouth to say something . . . when the Tenth Doctor blinked and cleared his throat. "Oh, incoming."

"What?" the Ninth Doctor frowned in confusion.

It was then they heard a scuffle in the corridor, followed by a woman's loud voice, its accent clearly Australian. "Let me go, you idiots! I'm telling you, let me go!"

The Eleventh Doctor laughed, cheering up immediately as the Tenth Doctor's eyes brightened. "Oh, she never changes!"

The cell door banged open suddenly, and a group of guards, clearly looking worse for wear, threw in a blonde girl wearing a dressy purple camisole top, black jeans, black combat boots, and a long black trench coat. "Hey!" she instantly ran back to the door, banging on it when they slammed it in her face. "You could've at least told me why the bloody Queen hates me!" she shouted before growling and kicking the door angrily.

The Tenth Doctor couldn't help but grin. "I've been wondering when you'd join the party."

The Second Bad Wolf spun around, her eyes wide, before they narrowed playfully. "Why is it always the Queens?"

"Whatever do you mean?" he tilted his head innocently.

"Queen Victoria, banished after saving her life," the Second Bad Wolf counted off on her fingers. "Queen Elizabeth II, had to save the world from a face-eating monster on her coronation day, and now Queen Elizabeth I - " She threw a very nasty look at the door. "Has got us locked in a cell."

The Tenth Doctor shrugged. "Not the worst date we've ever been on."

She grinned. "Zygons?"

"Oh, you betcha."

"Not the worst date," she agreed, running forward.

He laughed, picking her up and spinning her around, she giggling as she hugged him back. "You're all right?"

"Fine, yeah," she nodded as he set her down. "Definitely more than the one Zygon, but they seized me before I could do anything else. Which reminds me . . . "

She headslapped him hard, making him yelp. "What did I do?"

"What the hell did you do to get four of you stuck in one cell?" she demanded, the Eleventh Doctor laughing hysterically. Oh, this was priceless!

"Me?!" the Tenth Doctor squeaked, eyes wide, and this time, the Maximoffs joined in on the hysterical laughter. The Nines, Jack, and the War Doctor just stared on in stunned shock. "I didn't do anything!"

"Really?" the Second Bad Wolf drawled, turning and arching an eyebrow at the Eleventh Doctor. "Your fault, then?"

"Not mine," he held up his hands. "We think it's his."

The Second Bad Wolf turned to where he pointed, and she tilted her head, seeing the War Doctor. "Hi."

"Hello, my dear," the War Doctor nodded politely.

"And then . . . " She turned to the last group of three, all of whom were still staring at her. She pouted. "What? Something wrong?"

"No," the Ninth Doctor just shook his head. "Just . . . who are you?"

"They don't know," the Tenth Doctor's voice said inside her head. "We've avoided the topic, considering . . . well, you."

"Johanna Rossini," she offered, holding out her hand for the Ninth Doctor to shake. It was a bit overwhelming to see that face again, but she could deal with it. She turned to her previous self, managing a smile. After all, considering Mars . . . well, to hear that her Doctor had been visited by her last self in her Bad Wolf form and she had died because of what he had done . . . well, that was a bit overwhelming. "You must be Jessie, then."

Her eyes widened. "He's mentioned me?" she looked at the Tenth Doctor.

"He never seems to stop," the Second Bad Wolf grinned.

The Eleventh Doctor snorted loudly. "That is an understatement."

"What is it, pick on me day?" the Tenth Doctor whined, pouting.

"Believe me, dear," she patted him on the shoulder with a smirk. "Every day is."

"Never changes," the Eleventh Doctor chuckled. "I swear, never does."

"Nice to meet you," Wanda smiled at the Aussie.

"And you," she grinned back. "Er . . . "

"Wanda," she shook the Second Bad Wolf's hand. "Over there is my twin, Pietro."

"Nice to meet you."

"You will understand later," the Moment promised the War Doctor. "But I think it's time you got out of here, yeah? Spoiler: it's the same screwdriver. Same software, different case."

The War Doctor blinked. "Four hundred years."

They all looked at him. "I'm sorry?" the Tenth Doctor asked.

"At a software level, they're all the same device, aren't they?" the War Doctor asked, going to the door. "Same software, different case."

"Yeah . . . "

"So?" the Ninth Doctor raised an eyebrow.

"So, it would take centuries for the screwdriver to calculate how to disintegrate the door." The War Doctor ran his screwdriver over the door. "Scanning the door, implanting the calculation as a permanent subroutine in the software architecture, and - if you really are me, with your big ears and sandshoes and your dickie bow - "

"What?" the Second Bad Wolf guffawed, her eyes wide.

"Don't start," the Tenth Doctor closed his eyes.

"And that screwdriver is still mine," the War Doctor continued, "that calculation is still going on."

The Ninth Doctor examined his, nodding. "It is."

"Yeah, still going," the Tenth Doctor held his to his ear.

The Eleventh Doctor's made a noise, and he grinned as he held it to his ear. "Calculation complete."

"Same software, different face," the Moment stressed to the War Doctor as he laughed.

"Hey, four hundred years in four seconds," the Eleventh Doctor grinned. "We may have had our differences, which is frankly odd in the circumstances, but . . . I tell you what, boys, we are incredibly clever."

"So what are you going to do with that?" the Second Bad Wolf asked. "Break open the door?"

"Not just break it open," the Eleventh Doctor smirked. "Disintegrate."

There was a creaking noise behind them, and he turned, screwdriver raised - pointing it right in his blood bonded's face. The Third Bad Wolf quirked an eyebrow and sighed. "Dearie, I know you think you're clever, but really, you should have checked the door first."

He blinked, looking at the door, which was obviously not broken into. "How did you do that?"

She rolled her eyes. "It wasn't locked in the first place. So, unless we both want dire results from aiming that very dangerous screwdriver - " She used one finger to tilt it to the side. "Point that somewhere else."

"Oh," the Second Bad Wolf said slowly, a grin growing on her face. "My. God."

"Oh, he's still this bad," the Third Bad Wolf winked at her predecessor.

"Oi!" he protested as the Tenth Doctor laughed. Revenge was sweet!

"Come now, dearie, you spent a good amount of time taking jabs at him," the Third Bad Wolf sighed, putting an arm around his shoulders and pointing at the Tenth Doctor. "You're telling me you don't deserve some as well?"

"I like you," the Second Bad Wolf grinned.

"I should hope so," the Third Bad Wolf smirked before waving one hand behind her. "Hi, Clara."

"Hi," Clara panted as she ran into the cell, holding onto the door in the process. "Sorry, had to avoid a group of guards back there."

"Clara!" Pietro cheered, running to hug her.

She squealed and hugged him as well, Wanda smiling fondly. "There you are!"

"About time you got here!"

"It was a bumpy ride," the Third Bad Wolf twisted her wrist this way and that, showing off the Vortex Manipulator. "Ran into some old friends along the way. Sorry we're late."

Jack blinked. "But, that's - "

"Yours?" the Third Bad Wolf raised an eyebrow. "It's burnt out now. Had enough juice for a one-way trip."

"Oh, by the way," Pietro pulled Clara's ring out of his pocket. "This is yours."

"Thanks," Clara put it on, then slowly raised her eyes, noticing six unfamiliar pairs of eyes on her . . . well, four of them were quite familiar. "Er . . . Doctor?"

"Ah, yes," the Eleventh Doctor nodded. "You of course know most people present. You've met them . . . briefly."

"Yeah, them," Clara nodded to the Second and First Bad Wolves. "And then they're all you, right?"

"All of them," the Third Bad Wolf grinned widely. "Four of them in one room, and three of the smartest people that exist, and none of them thought to try the door."

"In my defense, I've only been here about a minute," the Second Bad Wolf raised an eyebrow.

She shrugged. "OK," she said simply.

"So she gets off and we don't?" the Eleventh Doctor complained as the Second Bad Wolf whooped.

"Of course she does, dearie," the Third Bad Wolf smirked. "Us girls stay together."

"You honestly did not see that coming?" Pietro raised an eyebrow.

"Of course I should have," the Eleventh Doctor grumbled. "Our girls ganging up on us."

The War Doctor swallowed, watching the two girls who had appeared within minutes of each other, and they had completely turned their Doctors around. "I don't know who they are," he whispered.

"The girl who died, and the girl who survived," the Moment answered, nodding first to the Third Bad Wolf, then to the Second Bad Wolf. "I think you will find you are not alone in this world, Doctor, after the Time War should you continue this path."

"Still waiting for an explanation on why you didn't try and open the door," Clara cleared her throat.

"It . . . should have been locked," the War Doctor managed to tear his eyes away from the Third Bad Wolf.

"So why wasn't it?" the Ninth Doctor asked.

"Because I was fascinated to see what you would do upon escaping," Elizabeth answered as she stepped into the doorway, a scowl on her face when she saw the Tenth Doctor and the Second Bad Wolf side by side. The Second Bad Wolf, being the mature woman she was, just stuck her tongue out at the Queen. She sniffed and lifted her head. "I understand you're rather fond of this world. It's time I think you saw what's going to happen to it."

"I hate her," the Second Bad Wolf whispered as they all headed out.

"You're not the only one," the Tenth Doctor looked over at the Third Bad Wolf, who was giving the same dagger eyes to the ginger.

***

"The Zygons lost their own world," Elizabeth said as they entered a techy part of the Tower's dungeons, Zygons everywhere to be seen. "It burnt in the first days of the Time War. A new home is required."

"So they want this one," Clara said.

"Not yet. It's far too primitive. Zygons are used to a certain level of comfort."

One of the Zygons turned. "Commander, why are these creatures here?"

Pietro quirked an eyebrow. "You're one to talk."

"Pietro," Wanda warned.

Elizabeth just raised an eyebrow as well. "Because I say they should be. It is time you, too, were translated." The Zygon turned, and Elizabeth nodded. "Observe this. I believe you will find it fascinating."

The Zygon placed its hand on a glass cube with dents in the corners, then vanished. "Look," Wanda pointed to a familiar 3D painting nearby.

Clara's eyes widened when the Zygon appeared inside of it. "That's him! That's the Zygon in the picture now!"

"It's not a picture, it's a stasis cube," the War Doctor corrected. "Time Lord art. Frozen instants in time, bigger on the inside, but could be deployed as - "

"Suspended animation," the Tenth Doctor nodded. "Oh, that's very good. The Zygons all pop inside the pictures, wait a few centuries till the planet's a bit more interesting, and then out they come."

"You see, Clara," the Eleventh Doctor began.

The Second Bad Wolf leaned into her successor's ear. "He's going to make no sense, isn't he?"

"You know him too well," the Third Bad Wolf smirked, the Ninth Doctor and the First Bad Wolf eyeing them suspiciously.

"They're stored in the paintings in the Under Gallery, like cup-a-soups," the Eleventh Doctor continued, not seeming to hear. "Except you add time, if you can picture that."

"Nobody could picture that," the Ninth Doctor shook his head.

The Eleventh Doctor cleared his throat. "Forget I said cup-a-soups."

"Called it," the Second Bad Wolf sang smugly, the Third Bad Wolf snickering.

The Eleventh Doctor sighed. "You two . . . stop it."

"Not a chance," they laughed together.

He turned to look at his predecessor. "We were doomed the moment we met her."

"Don't I know it," the Tenth Doctor smiled fondly at his wife.

She smiled back, and Elizabeth cleared her throat pointedly. The First Bad Wolf scowled at Elizabeth in reply. Maybe she was a bit jealous of the Tenth Doctor and that Johanna girl, but she wasn't being in their face about it like the Queen was. "So now the world is worth conquering, and the Zygons are invading the future from the past?"

"Exactly," the Eleventh Doctor nodded.

"And do you know why I know you're a fake?" the Tenth Doctor stepped forward to Elizabeth, Wanda opening her mouth to say something when she saw the Third Bad Wolf discretely shake her head. "Because you're such a bad copy. It's not just the smell or the unconvincing hair or the atrocious teeth or the eyes just a bit too close together or the breath that could stun a horse. It's because the real Elizabeth would never be stupid enough to reveal her own plan. Honestly, why would you do that?"

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. "Because it's not my plan. And I am the real Elizabeth."

The Tenth Doctor raised an eyebrow right back. "Prove it."

"I'll handle that," the Second Bad Wolf patted his arm, walking forward, the Eleventh Doctor chuckling, judging that by Elizabeth's face, his last blood bonded had a very dark look on her face. "If you'll give us a minute."

"What is she doing?" Jack's eyes widened as the Second Bad Wolf grabbed Elizabeth's arm and dragged her off.

"Well," the Eleventh Doctor began. "One way to tell if a duplicate is a Zygon or not is to see what color blood they have. If she's a Zygon, she'll have much darker blood. So, Choice A: she's just going to prick her finger and see what her blood looks like."

"That doesn't seem likely," the First Bad Wolf winced. "I'm assuming there's a Choice B?"

"Choice B," the Tenth Doctor smirked, "is that she's making sure Elizabeth knows once and for all that she shouldn't go after me."

"Choice C is both A and B," the Eleventh Doctor shrugged as the Ninth Doctor's and the First Bad Wolf's jaws dropped. "I think it's more B than A, but Choice C is the correct answer."

"Oh, you bet," the Second Bad Wolf grinned cruelly as she marched back in, Elizabeth behind her looking terrified out of her mind and holding her hand. The Second Bad Wolf twirled her knife up and showed them the bright red blood on it. "Just a slash across the palm. She's human."

"Sufficiently warned, I hope?" the Third Bad Wolf raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, you bet," the Second Bad Wolf smirked in satisfaction.

"Remind me never to get on their bad sides," Jack whispered to the Nines.

"Trust me," the Third Bad Wolf's lips curled up in a cruel sneer. "Not getting on our bad sides would be the smartest thing you would ever do."

"My twin is dead in the forest," Elizabeth glared nastily at the Second Bad Wolf. "I am accustomed to taking precautions." She held up her skirts, showing them a jeweled knife strapped to her leg. "These Zygon creatures never even considered that it was me who survived rather than their own commander. The arrogance that typifies their kind."

"Zygons?" Wanda asked.

"Men," the two future Bad Wolves smirked.

"Oi!" their Doctors, and the rest of the men in the group, said at once.

"And you actually killed one of them?" the First Bad Wolf asked, impressed.

"I may have the body of a weak and feeble woman, but at the time, so did the Zygon," Elizabeth nodded. "The future of my kingdom is imperiled. Doctor . . . can I rely on your service?"

He nodded. "We're going to need our TARDIS."

"It has been procured already."

"Well, then," the Tenth Doctor grinned, taking the Second Bad Wolf's hand. "Let's go!"

***

The War Doctor looked around the TARDIS as they all entered, the Tens instantly running to the console. "You've let this place go a bit."

The Ninth Doctor raised an eyebrow, a bit offended. After all, this had been his desktop first. "I'm trying not to be insulted."

"It was their grunge phase," the Eleventh Doctor couldn't help himself. "They grow out of it."

"Oi!"

"Don't you listen to them," the Tenth Doctor patted the console - only for an alarm to sound, and he jumped away from the TARDIS. "Ow!" he winced, shaking his hand out. "The desktop is glitching."

"Four of us from different time zones," the War Doctor looked around as the desktop morphed into a white desktop. "It's trying to compensate."

"Hey, look, the round things!" the Eleventh Doctor grinned.

"I love the round things," the Tenth Doctor smiled.

" . . . what are the round things?"

"No idea."

The Third Bad Wolf sighed. "Children. Both of you, absolute children."

"Oi!" both men whined.

"Have you seen yourselves?" the Ninth Doctor asked in amusement.

They just each pointed to the other, then an alarm went off. "Oh, that's the friction contrafibulator," the Eleventh Doctor ran to the console, the Third Bad Wolf helping him with a few levers. "Ha! There. Stabilized."

The desktop changed, and Wanda sighed in relief when their version of the TARDIS came back. "Oh, this is a sight I needed."

"Oh, you've redecorated," the Tenth Doctor looked around before wrinkling his nose. "I don't like it."

"Pay him no mind, Idris," the Third Bad Wolf snickered. "It's your desktop."

"Who?" Jack blinked.

"Oh, Idris is the TARDIS," the Third Bad Wolf smiled, patting the time rotor as the TARDIS whirred and buzzed happily. "One adventure we went on ended with the TARDIS being kept in a human host. Her name was Idris, and the name stuck."

"I think she's beautiful," the First Bad Wolf looked around.

The TARDIS buzzed louder at that, making the Eleventh Doctor laugh. "Oh, she likes you."

"Be a bit awkward if she didn't," the Third Bad Wolf snickered.

"OK, so we're going to the National Gallery," the Eleventh Doctor rubbed his hands together. "The Zygons are underneath it."

"No, UNIT HQ," Clara shook her head. "They followed us there in the Black Archive."

All four Doctors' heads shot up at that, including the Second Bad Wolf's, and they all turned to look at the Third Bad Wolf. "What, we didn't mention that?" she raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, the Zygons are in the Black Archive. Kate was one of them. It was when she went off earlier."

"Oh, no," the Eleventh Doctor looked around. "Er . . . OK. OK, OK, OK. We contact her, let her know we're coming back, and this time, we're not going in quietly."

She grinned. "Silver, Scarlet, Zero, suit up, just in case."

"Who?" the War Doctor frowned.

Pietro just grinned and sped off, Wanda and Clara running after him as the Eleventh Doctor and the Third Bad Wolf took off their overcoats. "Showtime," the Eleventh Doctor rubbed his hands together and started typing something in. "Connecting to the Space-Time Telegraph . . . "

"There's a nuclear warhead twenty feet beneath us," Kate's voice suddenly filled the TARDIS, making all of their eyes widen. "Are you sitting comfortably?"

"You would destroy London?" another Kate asked, who had to be the Zygon.

"To save the world? Yes, I would."

"You're bluffing."

"You really think so? Somewhere in your memory is a man called Brigadier Alistair Gordon Lethbridge Stewart. I am his daughter."

"Science leads, Kate," the Eleventh Doctor chose then to jump in. "Is that what you meant? Is that what your father meant?"

"Doctor?" she asked.

"Space-Time Telegraph, Kate. A gift from me to your father, hotline straight to the TARDIS. I know about the Black Archive, and I know about the security protocol. Kate, please. Please tell me you are not about to do something unbelievably stupid."

"I'm sorry, Doctor. Switch it off."

"Not as sorry as you will be," the Tenth Doctor said. "This is not a decision you will ever be able to live with."

"And trust me, we have experience," the Ninth Doctor added.

The TARDIS groaned, and the Third Bad Wolf let out a vicious curse the TARDIS didn't translate. "Language!" the Eleventh Doctor shouted.

"Forgot to mention something else. The bloody Archive is TARDIS-proofed!"

"What?!"

"I said switch it off!" Kate's voice said.

"No, Kate, please, just listen to me!" the Eleventh Doctor shouted, but the feed cut out.

"How can you TARDIS-proof a place?" the First Bad Wolf demanded.

"Alien technology plus human stupidity," the Eleventh Doctor shook his head. "Trust me, it's unbeatable."

"Getting the feeling we just missed something," Pietro said as he jogged back in, wearing a silver running shirt, black jeans, black combat boots, and a black leather jacket.

"Basically, Kate threatening to blow up the Tower of London with a nuclear warhead," the Third Bad Wolf said.

"She threatened what?!" Pietro blanched.

"And somehow SHIELD doesn't know about this?" Wanda asked as she came in next, in a red leather corseted top, skin-tight black pants, and a long red leather coat.

"Fury probably did," the Third Bad Wolf shook her head. "Unfortunately, I don't think we can get him for this one."

"So then what do we do?" Clara asked as she walked in, finishing tying her hair in a ponytail, having chosen to wear a high-necked, long-sleeved, double-breasted grey jacket, skin-tight black pants, and black motor boots, her outfit similar to Pietro's . . . except for the fact that she had one of the Third Bad Wolf's spare blasters holstered to her leg and he didn't.

"If worse comes to worst, we're going in there against the Zygons ourselves," the Eleventh Doctor answered. "But we would need to get there first."

"You can't honestly think you can fight them off, can you?" Jack looked dubious.

"Really?" the Eleventh Doctor raised an eyebrow. "I think us Avengers can handle ourselves."

"What?!" the First Bad Wolf's eyes widened.

"All of you, really?" the Second Bad Wolf blinked.

"Well, Absolute Zero here is honorary until the Captain actually gets to see her in action," the Third Bad Wolf clapped a hand on the brunette's shoulder. "But, considering she had the best trainer there is, I think she's rearing to go."

"You're kidding."

"I kid you not. Doctor, what do we do about landing?"

The War Doctor's eyes went to the console, absently listening to the discussion, before he blinked, his gaze finding a stasis cube on the console. "We don't need to land," he said suddenly.

The Tenth Doctor looked at him. "Yeah, we do, a tiny bit. Try and keep up."

"No, we don't," he shook his head. "We don't. There is another way." He held up the stasis cube. "Cup-a-soup."

"Ha!" the Second Bad Wolf laughed. "That's brilliant!"

The War Doctor nodded before looking at the Nines. "What is cup-a-soup?"

He just got two head shakes. "Do your thing," the Eleventh Doctor winked at the Third Bad Wolf.

She nodded and picked up the phone, dialing a number Kate had given her. There was a reply instantly. "McGillop."

"Take a look at your phone and confirm who you're talking to," she ordered.

McGillop paused. "But that's not possible. I was just - "

"I know, you were just talking us, blah blah blah. You do realize we actually are time travelers, yes? Never mind, you'll figure it out, listen - " The Tens were snickering as the Nines just stared at the Third Bad Wolf, the Eleventh Doctor grinning proudly. "The Doctor and I need you to send the Gallifrey Falls painting to the Black Archive. Understood?"

"Understood, ma'am. But . . . why would I take it there?"

The Third Bad Wolf just smirked. "Just you wait."

***

The Eleventh Doctor finished using the stasis cube, and as soon as the TARDIS stopped, there were sounds of explosions from outside, and screaming. The First Bad Wolf's eyes widened when she heard. "What is that?"

"That is the battle of Arcadia," the Eleventh Doctor answered with a swallow. "Time Lord art, the painting Gallifrey Falls."

"Which means . . . "

"Daleks," the Second Bad Wolf swallowed.

"Oh, God," Jack took a deep breath.

The Third Bad Wolf turned towards the Maximoffs and Clara. "That's not just a battle out there, that's a war," she told them. "Do what you need to do to survive. If that's running, or using your magic, or running on walls, do it. And that's an order." All three nodded, and she took a deep breath, pulling out her own blaster as the Second Bad Wolf did the same. "Let's go."

"Oh, blimey," the Eleventh Doctor took a deep breath as well, opening the doors to the TARDIS.

The Third Bad Wolf was right behind him, instantly aiming around at the Daleks going by, all of them chanting "EXTERMINATE!" as they fired at the Time Lords. The Tens were next, the Second Bad Wolf also not as fazed, considering she had seen this memory from the Tenth Doctor, but the paleness of her face was still visible because of the fires. Wanda came next, hands clawed and ready, and behind her came the Nines and Jack, Clara behind them. The War Doctor and Pietro brought up the rear.

"OK," the Eleventh Doctor swallowed. "This way."

They set off together, the Third and Second Bad Wolves with blasters at the ready, Pietro and Wanda keeping critical eyes out for any Daleks that tried to attack them. So far, none of the Daleks noticed them, and they had neared the edge of the painting.

That was when one of the Dalek shots hit a bit too close to the First Bad Wolf. She yelped, falling to the ground. "Come on," the Ninth Doctor stayed back to help her, the War Doctor coming over in concern as well. She took their hands, getting to her feet.

That was when the Daleks noticed them. "EXTERMINATE!" one of them shouted.

The Second Bad Wolf whirled around when she heard it, and her eyes widened when she took in the situation - there was no way the three of them could get out of the way of a shot close enough. She acted - and spoke - without even thinking. "Kasterborous!" she yelled, holstering her blaster quickly, seeing those two Doctors' heads shoot up in shock.

The Third Bad Wolf spun as well, along with the other two Doctors. Her eyes narrowed to slits. "Kasterborous, get down!" she ordered in Gallifreyan, holstering her blaster and running to catch up.

"Kasterborous, down!" the Second Bad Wolf emphasized.

"NOW!"

Shocked into compliance, the Ninth and War Doctors dropped to their knees, pulling the First Bad Wolf down with them. Pietro hastily grabbed Clara and sped her out of the way as the Daleks fired. The Third and Second Bad Wolves dug their heels into the ground and threw out their hands, the Aether shooting out and forming a shield barrier right in front of the Nines and the War Doctor, the Dalek shots pounding against it. The barrier buckled, but held, and the Second Bad Wolf gritted her teeth as she tried to find a better footing. "Well, that could have gone better!" she ground out.

"You'd think three hundred years later, I'd figure out some control over this," the Third Bad Wolf grimaced, stumbling backwards a bit as the Daleks kept firing.

"Just shut up!"

The Eleventh and Tenth Doctors approached from behind. "Get away from there!" the Tenth Doctor shouted.

The Ninth Doctor wrapped an arm around the First Bad Wolf and led her away, the War Doctor going over to where Wanda was beckoning. "Clara!" the Eleventh Doctor called, pointing to one of the buildings going high over the Aether wall. Clara looked up and understood immediately. "Go get them!"

Clara nodded and took off running, jumping onto one of the crates and leaping onto the wall, scaling the building quickly. "Oh, my God," Jack stared, stunned.

Clara did a backflip off the wall, landing on the other side of the Aether shield. With one quick motion, she had her blaster in her hand, blowing the Daleks to pieces.

The Aether shield flickered, then failed, and the Bad Wolves collapsed. "Jez!" the Eleventh Doctor sprinted to the Third Bad Wolf, the Tenth to the Second.

"No, Doctor!" Wanda ran forward, one of her balls of scarlet magic appearing in her hand, seeing what they hadn't.

More Daleks had been drawn to the scene. "EXTERMINATE!" they shouted, the War Doctor's eyes widening when he saw them aiming at the two Bad Wolves. "EXTERMINATE!"

"No, no, no, don't you dare!" the Tenth Doctor shouted, spinning around to face them as he stood in front of the Second Bad Wolf, who was trying to get to her knees, the Third Bad Wolf rolling into a crouch.

"Not our blood bonded!" the Eleventh Doctor agreed, raising his hands. The Tenth Doctor did the same as the War Doctor's eyes widened in shock, remembering Ohila's words.

Once again, the Aether came forth, this time from both of the Doctors. The Eleventh Doctor narrowed his eyes, planting his feet straight down, the Aether not even shaking. The Tenth Doctor fumbled to get his footing, but Wanda called out advice. "Don't imagine it falling! Whatever you do, don't imagine it falling!"

The Tenth Doctor nodded his understanding, narrowing his eyes in concentration. The barrier held up by the two Time Lords held much better than it did with the Bad Wolves, manned by the Eleventh Doctor's mastery and the Tenth Doctor's immense concentration. "Wanda, Pietro, get ready!" the Eleventh Doctor called, his eyes flaring red as the Third Bad Wolf rose to her feet, her eyes narrowed as gold Vortex energy swirled around her fingers, electricity crackling in the Second Bad Wolf's eyes. Pietro crouched in a ready position, Wanda turning and gesturing the War Doctor and Jack away from a pile of crates, the two of them all too glad to run out of the way. The Daleks paused in their shouting, and the Eleventh Doctor shouted "NOW!"

Pietro sped forward, the Eleventh Doctor lowering the Aether shield for a split second. It was enough for Pietro to speed through and wipe out two of the Daleks. Another split second later, and Wanda was throwing whatever she could at the rest of the Daleks, forcing them to shoot at new targets.

In that time, the Bad Wolves had gotten to their feet. "All right," the Third Bad Wolf snarled, rising into the air as her black Asgardian armor formed. "Now I'm pissed."

"You're preaching to the choir," the Second Bad Wolf followed her into the air, white gold armor forming on her as the sky darkened even further.

The Eleventh Doctor waved a hand, and the Doctors lowered the barrier. "Back, now," the Eleventh Doctor ordered, Pietro and Wanda running to stand behind them, Clara joining the blockade. "I think the Daleks need to realize something." He narrowed his eyes, forming a fireball in his hand as the Tenth Doctor raised his hand, the Aether spiraling around his fingers. "You don't try to kill our blood bonded."

With that, the Eleventh Doctor threw his hands forward, a steady stream of fire going towards the one Dalek that remained. The Tenth Doctor threw his forward as well, the Aether swirling around the Dalek. Thunder crashed, and the Second Bad Wolf flew down to land beside her blood bonded, hands outstretched, lightning coming down from the sky and arching towards the Dalek as well. The Third Bad Wolf was last to land with a thud, the Vortex pouring from her and into the Dalek. Together, the Elevens and the Tens used the full force of their combined powers to effectively kill the Dalek and send it flying backwards, a shattering sound soon following.

The Eleventh Doctor smirked darkly, his eyes flaring red as the Nines, Jack, and the War Doctor stared at the four of them in a mix of horror and shock. "Shall we meet the neighbors?" he asked the Third Bad Wolf.

She gave a cruel grin back. "I think we should."

The Eleventh and Tenth Doctors were the first ones through the painting and into the Black Archive. The two Bad Wolves were right behind them. "Hello," the Eleventh Doctor smirked at the two sets of Kate, Osgood, and McGillop, all of them staring right at them in shock.

"They're the Doctor," the Third Bad Wolf said.

"They're the Bad Wolf," the Tenth Doctor pointed to them.

"Sorry about the Dalek," the Second Bad Wolf examined the wreckage of the Dalek they had just demolished.

"Not really sorry, they tried to kill our blood bondeds," the Eleventh Doctor shook his head.

"That wasn't very nice," the Tenth Doctor nodded in agreement.

"Also the showing off!" Clara said as she and the Maximoffs came through, the Nines, Jack, and the War Doctor climbing through behind them.

"And Kate Lethbridge Stewart, what in the name of the Nine Realms do you think you're doing?" the Third Bad Wolf narrowed her eyes to a glare.

"The countdown can only be halted at my personal command," one of the Kates answered, who had to be the real one. "There's nothing you can do."

"Except make you both agree to halt it," the Tenth Doctor pointed out.

"Not even four of you," Kate shook her head, before looking past them to see the First Bad Wolf. "And not even three of her." The First Bad Wolf's eyes widened as what she had been wondering was just confirmed: those two with the Doctors in the future . . . they were her. And somehow, somehow in the future, they managed to get her powers. How?

"You're about to murder millions of people," the Second Bad Wolf reminded her.

"To save billions. How many times have you made that calculation?"

"Once," the Eleventh Doctor chuckled darkly. "Turned me into the man I am now. I'm not even sure who that is anymore."

"The man I love most," the Third Bad Wolf answered, turning to look at him, he looking at her as well. She just smiled. "The man I would do anything to save."

"Who knows that no matter who I am, I'm still the same violet and bronze Asgardian he died to save," the Second Bad Wolf added, linking fingers with her Doctor.

The War Doctor blanched further, seeing the Ninth Doctor swallow and squeeze the First Bad Wolf's hand tightly, she squeezing back. Violet and bronze Asgardian . . . blood bonded . . . everything Ohila said was true. "Well," the Eleventh Doctor choked out a laugh. "Can't exactly argue with the wife on that."

"But still," the Tenth Doctor squeezed his Bad Wolf's hand. "You tell yourself it's justified, but it's a lie. Because what I did that day was wrong. Just . . . wrong."

"And because I got it wrong," the Eleventh Doctor continued as the War Doctor looked over at the Moment, who was leaning against one of the shelves and looking right back at him, "Im' going to make you get it right."

"How?" Kate asked with a frown as the two Doctors walked forward, pulled out the chairs at the table, sat down, then put their legs up on the table in sync, crossing one over the other.

"Because, any second now," the Second Bad Wolf wrapped her arms around her Doctor, leaning her chin on the top of his head as the Third Bad Wolf leaned on her Doctor's shoulder, "you're going to stop that countdown. Both of you, together."

"Then you're going to negotiate the most perfect treaty of all time," the Eleventh Doctor nodded.

"Safeguards all around, completely fair on both sides," the Tenth Doctor nodded.

"And the key to perfect negotiation?" the Third Bad Wolf asked her predecessor.

"Not knowing what side you're on," she answered with a grin.

"So, for the next few hours, until we decide to let you out," the Eleventh Doctor continued.

"No one in this room will be able to remember if they're human," the Tenth Doctor said.

"Or Zygon," the Second Bad Wolf smirked.

"Whoops!" the Third Bad Wolf cackled.

The two Doctors jumped onto the table, raising their sonic screwdrivers as the Bad Wolves pulled theirs out. The memory filter in the ceiling abruptly sparked. The two Kates in the room blinked, looking around in surprise, then as one looked at the countdown, which had reached seven seconds. "Cancel the detonation!" both of them shouted.

The countdown stopped at five, and the Eleventh Doctor grinned triumphantly. "Peace in our time," he declared.

The Third Bad Wolf grinned and kissed him as the Tenth Doctor twirled his Bad Wolf around, she laughing in glee.

***

"So all three of you are Avengers?" the Second Bad Wolf asked the Maximoffs and Clara later as they examined the board of all the past companions, the Eleventh and Tenth Doctors negotiating with the Kates, Jack stepping in for the Nines and attempting to help where he could.

"We are," Pietro pointed to himself and Wanda. "Clara's just recently gotten her powers."

"I'm Inhuman," Clara explained. "I just . . . did something . . . that ended in Terrigenesis and gave me my powers."

"And that's antigravity?"

"Yep!" Clara grinned. "It's fun."

"How we joined was not," Wanda shook her head.

"What happened?" the Second Bad Wolf asked, her blue eyes instantly reflecting concern.

"We chose the wrong side in a war that ended in our home country," Pietro answered. "We joined the Avengers to do what we could to stop the enemy from taking our home. If it wasn't for you - well, her," he looked over to where the Third Bad Wolf was pacing tensely, "I would be dead."

"We won against Ultron," Wanda looked down at her hands. "But Sokovia was destroyed."

The Second Bad Wolf swallowed. "Oh, my God."

"We owe her so much," Wanda nodded. "And when our Doctor called it in, we agreed to come. It's the least we can do to help her."

"Why?" the Second Bad Wolf looked at her future self, frowning a bit when she saw just how expressionless she looked, but her eyes were flickering from person to person. "What's wrong with her? What happened?"

Pietro sighed. "She died," was the best way he could put it. "Once when she turned from you into her . . . and once when she lost everyone she loved except the Doctor."

***

"How?"

The Third Bad Wolf stopped pacing and straightened, her hands on her hips. "I suppose I should have expected you'd talk to me," she turned around.

The Ninth Doctor just raised an eyebrow. "How did you turn into a Time Lady?"

"I'm not a full Time Lady," she shook her head. "I'm half and half. Half Asgardian, half Time Lady. We're not compatible, but it's enough for me to regenerate when I'm killed. Thank the TARDIS for doing this. Idris always was brilliant. It's because of her I'm still alive."

"What happened to make her start?"

The Third Bad Wolf shook her head, turning away to look out the window abruptly. "Spoilers."

The Ninth Doctor narrowed his eyes. "Jessie - "

"I chose the name Bad Wolf a long time ago," she interrupted, turning to glare at him, making him stop and stare at her. "You want to know how it starts? Fine. The Daleks, Satellite 5? Utah and 200,000 wasn't the last time you'd see either of them. Where are you now, Kyoto? Cardiff? Woman Wept? You don't have much time left. You'll see them again, and when you do, I try the most dangerous thing ever to save you. I succeeded, and I would have died, if you hadn't sacrificed yourself to save me. And the number of times you have is something I'm trying to repay. I don't think I ever understood how you dealt with the loss of Gallifrey until I lost everyone except you, Kasterborous. And trust me, when you've gone through what I have . . . " She shook her head, heading back towards her Doctor. "I can understand the soldier part."

The Ninth Doctor's eyes widened, stunned speechless, watching her go over to the Eleventh Doctor. Her head was ducked, but he could see them speaking lowly, watching him press a kiss to the top of her head, a sad look in his eyes.

What exactly had happened to her?

***

The War Doctor was sitting and watching everything around him when he heard a polite cough. He started and looked over to see the First Bad Wolf approach shyly. "Hi," she smiled at him.

"Hello," he nodded.

"Apparently, I'm the Bad Wolf somewhere in the future," she looked at her future selves as she sat down on the footrest in front of him. "But my name's Jessie Nightshade. And we haven't exactly met."

"I look forward to it," the War Doctor said truthfully. He had been thinking about Ohila's words about a violet and bronze Asgardian and a blood bond ever since she had said them. He had wondered if the War, what he would do during it, would change any of it. But he looked at the Eleventh and Tenth Doctors with their blood bondeds, and he looked at his own successor who hadn't formed it yet, and he recognized that look in their eyes. It was reflected by those three women. He frowned, though, when he saw the first version of her had something to say. "Is there a problem?"

She sighed. "The Doctor - well, my Doctor - " She liked saying that now, especially since it appeared that in the future, that was very true. "He's always talking about the day he did it, the day he wiped out the Time Lords and the Daleks to stop the war."

"One would," the War Doctor shrugged.

"But you don't," the First Bad Wolf pointed out. "Like you said in the cell. And that means something. You haven't done it yet. It's still in your future."

"You're very sure of yourself."

"He regrets it. I see it every day, hear it every day. He'd do anything to change it."

"Including saving all these people," the War Doctor told her. "How many worlds has his regret saved, do you think?" He pointed to where the two most future Doctors were talking, the Third Bad Wolf having joined them, the Ninth Doctor going over to talk to Jack. "Look over there. Humans and Zygons, working together in peace." He finally looked over at the First Bad Wolf. "How did you know?"

"He showed me," she said simply. "Not the War itself, but he showed me his past selves. All of them, from the very beginning to where he is now. All except for one. He didn't show me you. And the regret he had in his eyes isn't in yours now." She swallowed hard and took a deep breath. "When you do something you regret, it does something to you, makes you seem older than you really are. It reflects in you. And it's not in your eyes. You look so much younger because of it."

The War Doctor closed his eyes. "Then all things considered, it's time I grew up." He lifted his head. "I've seen all I needed. The Moment has come." He turned to see the Moment from where she was watching nearby, a sad look in her eyes. "I'm ready."

"I know you are," she answered.

"Who's there?" the First Bad Wolf frowned, turning to look. "Who're you talking to?" When she turned back, however, the War Doctor had vanished, and she yelped, jumping to her feet. "Doctor!"

"What?" the Ninth Doctor turned instantly, only to blanch.

"What the hell?" Jack stared.

"Where's he gone?" Pietro demanded.

The First Bad Wolf swallowed. "He hasn't done it yet. But before he was gone, he said he was ready."

The Third Bad Wolf let out something vicious sounding that was definitely not translated to her, but both the Ninth and the Tenth Doctors and the Second Bad Wolf looked at her, shocked. "Language!" was all the Eleventh Doctor said.

"Enough of the bloody language!" the Third Bad Wolf snapped. "He's going to destroy Gallifrey, that's what he meant!"

***

The Moment shrugged as she and the War Doctor stood on opposite sides of the box. "You wanted a big red button." The War Doctor shook his head, wondering if she found it extremely funny that the button appeared to be shaped like a wolf's paw. "One big bang, no more Time Lords, no more Daleks. Are you sure?"

"I was sure when I came in here," the War Doctor nodded. "There is no other way."

"You've seen the men you will become."

"Those men," he closed his eyes. "Extraordinary. And what they had, who they had . . . " He swallowed. "They were who made them who they are."

"They were you," the Moment told him.

"No. They are the Doctor."

"You're the Doctor, too."

"No. Great men are forged in fire. It is the privilege of lesser men to light the flame, whatever the cost."

The Moment watched him pause just before he put his hand on the button. "You know the sound the TARDIS makes?" she finally asked. "That wheezing, groaning. That sound brings hope wherever it goes."

"Yes," the War Doctor admitted. "Yes, I like to think it does."

"To anyone who hears it, Doctor. Anyone, however lost." She smiled widely as the sound of three time rotors echoed through the barn. "Even you."

Three different police public call boxes materialized inside the barn. The Elevens exited one with the Maximoffs and Clara. The Tens came from the one in the middle. The Nines and Jack emerged from the last. "I told you," the First Bad Wolf looked at the War Doctor. "He hasn't done it yet."

He closed his eyes. "Go away now, all of you," he begged. "This is for me."

"These events should be Time Locked," the Tenth Doctor frowned. "We shouldn't even be here."

"So something let us through," the Eleventh Doctor deduced.

The Moment chuckled. "You clever boys."

"Go back," the War Doctor insisted. "Go back to your lives. Go and be the Doctors that I could never be. Go be with the women you love. Make it worthwhile."

"Jessie was right," the Ninth Doctor told him. "I do regret this. More than anything else. That's why I never mentioned you at all."

"All those years, burying you in my memory," the Tenth Doctor nodded.

"Pretending you didn't exist," the Eleventh Doctor walked forward, looking down at the box with an unreadable expression. "Keeping you a secret, even from myself."

"Pretending you weren't the Doctor when you were the Doctor more than anybody else," the Tenth Doctor admitted.

"You were the Doctor on the day it wasn't possible to get it right."

"But this time . . . " The Ninth Doctor put his hand on the button on top of the War Doctor's. "You don't have to do it alone."

The Tenth Doctor put his hand on next, followed by the Eleventh Doctor. The War Doctor looked on in shock, then whispered, "Thank you."

"You really are going to do this, aren't you?" the Second Bad Wolf asked quietly.

The Tenth Doctor closed his eyes. He would have preferred it if she had shouted. "Yes."

"All right, then," the Third Bad Wolf walked up with her predecessor, the companions watching curiously. "Then do this first." She tapped the Eleventh Doctor's hand first, then the Tenth Doctor's, then the Ninth Doctor's. "Hands off."

"What?" they frowned at her, but the War Doctor's eyes widened. She hadn't tapped his hand. But did that mean . . .

"Hands off," she narrowed her eyes. "Now." Hesitantly, they did. "Good job. Because if you're doing this . . . " Clara's eyes widened, Pietro's jaw dropped, and Wanda put a hand over her mouth when the Third Bad Wolf placed her hand over the War Doctor's on the button. "Then you really aren't doing it alone."

"Because I think you're forgetting a promise we made a long time ago," the Second Bad Wolf placed the Ninth Doctor's hand over the Third Bad Wolf's before putting hers on top of his. "We said we were never going to leave you."

"And the last words said to you on New Earth, Doctor, after the gridlock," the Third Bad Wolf lowered the Tenth Doctor's hand on top of his blood bonded's. "Remind me what they were?"

He swallowed as she put her hand on top of his. "You are not alone."

"Those words are true," the Second Bad Wolf put her hand on top of the Eleventh Doctor's, putting their hands down together. "You are never alone. Not anymore."

"Basically, you're stuck with us," the Third Bad Wolf smiled, tears in her eyes as she looked at the shellshocked Doctors.

"So, if you're going to do this," the Second Bad Wolf began.

"We're doing it with you," the Third Bad Wolf finished.

The Eleventh Doctor closed his eyes. "Damn you both," his voice cracked.

The Tenth Doctor took a deep breath. "What we do today is not out of fear or hatred," he said. "It is done because there is no other way."

"And it is done in the name of the many lives we are failing to save," the Ninth Doctor nodded.

The Second Bad Wolf took a deep breath. "Just like Pompeii, then."

"No," the Tenth Doctor shook his head instantly. "You don't have to do this."

The Second Bad Wolf looked up at him. "Then that means neither do you."

"Besides, I don't think any of them want to see us do this," the Third Bad Wolf tilted her head towards the three TARDISes, all of the Doctors looking over to see tears in the First Bad Wolf's and Clara's eyes, Pietro hugging Wanda and Clara, Jack with his arm around the First Bad Wolf protectively. "That's why your TARDIS isn't here, isn't it?" she looked at the War Doctor. "You didn't want her to see you do this."

The First Bad Wolf gently pulled away from Jack and walked up behind the Ninth and the War Doctors. "Because I know how you feel about it now," she took the War Doctor's free hand in one of hers. "And I know how you feel about it after." The Ninth Doctor closed his eyes when she took his other hand as well. "Neither of you want to do this."

"And neither do you," the Second Bad Wolf looked at the Tenth and the Eleventh Doctors.

"So why should any of you do this?" the Third Bad Wolf looked at them.

"But if you will, so will we," the Second Bad Wolf sighed.

The First Bad Wolf braced herself. "Even me."

The Doctors stared as the Bad Wolves rearranged their hands: the Ninth Doctor's between the First Bad Wolf's, the Tenth Doctor's between the Second Bad Wolf's, the Eleventh Doctor's between the Third Bad Wolf's. "Jessie," the Ninth Doctor shook his head. "Don't do this."

"Why not?" she raised an eyebrow at him. "You did it once before, and you're doing it again now."

"It has to be done."

"Then I'm doing it with you."

"Why?"

She squeezed his hand. "Because I love you too much to see you do it alone."

"Do you see now?" the Moment asked quietly as Jack ducked his head and tears ran down Clara's face. "Right out of the War or centuries later, you will still have her. She is the light you have, and she will never, ever leave you. Or do you need something else to convince you?"

The barn went dark suddenly, making everyone flinch. "What's going on?" Jack asked.

"Nothing," the War Doctor looked around as a battlefield suddenly formed around them. "It's a projection."

"No," the Second Bad Wolf swallowed, remembering this memory. "You showed this to me. This is happening now."

"Oh, my God," Wanda looked around in shock and horror at the Time Lord families fleeing from the Daleks.

"Just like Sokovia," the Third Bad Wolf looked around. "Only millions of times worse."

"And you're going to burn them?" Clara asked.

"There isn't anything we can do," the Tenth Doctor shook his head.

"He's right," the Eleventh Doctor nodded. "There isn't another way. There never was. Either I destroy my own people, or let the universe burn."

The Third Bad Wolf looked at the Second Bad Wolf, who just shook her head. They weren't getting anywhere with this.

But it was the First Bad Wolf who spoke up. "You never did tell me," she said, the Ninth Doctor looking at her. "Why did you choose your name?"

"The Doctor?" he blinked.

"Tell us why you chose it."

"The name you choose is the promise you make," the Eleventh Doctor said.

"What was the promise you made when you chose your name?" the Third Bad Wolf smiled at her previous self.

The Tenth Doctor swallowed. "Never cruel."

"Never cowardly," the Eleventh Doctor nodded.

"Never give up," the Ninth Doctor added.

"Never give in," the War Doctor finished, lowering his head.

"Then why are you giving in when you made a promise not to?" the Second Bad Wolf asked quietly.

"You've given up," the First Bad Wolf squeezed the Ninth Doctor's hand; with her other, she reached up and put her hand on his cheek, making him look down at her. "You're giving up because you don't think there's any other way."

"You're giving in," the Third Bad Wolf nodded. "You're giving in because the War's become too much." She swallowed. "Because sometimes, we all give in when something becomes too much."

She could talk, after all. The Ponds, River, Oswin and Clara Oswin Oswald . . . their deaths had been too much. What she had felt afterwards had been too much. And she'd given in to it all, had let it consume her. The Shard, the Cyberiad . . . all of what she had done then had been because she had given in. And it scared her.

"So don't give in, and don't give up," the Second Bad Wolf emphasized. "We've had enough warriors. We've had enough heroes. Give us back the Doctors we know and love."

The Tenth Doctor sighed as the vision faded. "You're not actually suggesting that we change our own personal history?"

The First Bad Wolf quirked an eyebrow at the Ninth Doctor. "Well, you're usually the first to argue with history."

"We change it all the time," the Eleventh Doctor nodded before taking out his sonic screwdriver. "Gentlemen, I have had four hundred years to think about this. I've changed my mind."

He sonicked the box, and the button sank back inside. "There's still a billion billion Daleks up there attacking," the War Doctor reminded them.

"Yeah, there is," the Eleventh Doctor nodded. "There is."

"But there's something those billion billion Daleks don't know," the Tenth Doctor grinned.

"If they did, they'd probably send for reinforcements," the Second Bad Wolf giggled.

"No, they'd be running," the Third Bad Wolf snickered.

"Companions confused," Pietro spoke up. And he definitely was: one moment, the seven of them had been fully prepared to activate the Moment. Now they were smiling and making no sense at all. "What don't they know?"

"There's not just one Doctor alone now," the Third Bad Wolf smirked. "There's four of him, and there's three of us."

The War Doctor's eyes lit up. "Oh!" he gasped, then laughed. "Oh, yes, that is good! That is brilliant!"

"Not just brilliant!" the Ninth Doctor grinned at the First Bad Wolf, hugging her tightly. "That's fantastic!"

"Oh, oh, oh, I'm getting that too!" the Tenth Doctor whooped. "That is brilliant!"

"Ha ha ha!" the Eleventh Doctor laughed. "I've been thinking about it for centuries!"

"She didn't just show me any old future, she showed me exactly the future I needed to see!" the War Doctor laughed.

"Now you're getting it," the Moment grinned from where she sat on one of the hay bales behind the Elevens and Tens.

"Eh?" the Eleventh Doctor blinked. "Who did?"

"Oh, River Song, I could kiss you!" the War Doctor laughed.

The Third Bad Wolf's face drained of color. "Yeah, I think you should be kissing someone else," the Moment snickered.

"Did you just say River Song?" the Third Bad Wolf demanded.

"He's been talking to someone this whole time," the First Bad Wolf shook her head. "Back in the cell, and I bet back in the Black Archive."

"Spoilers," the Moment winked.

This time, everyone in the room stiffened. "What the hell?" Pietro stared right at where the Moment was sitting.

"You can see her?" the War Doctor asked in surprise.

"I am the interface, after all," the Moment shrugged as she slid off the bale. "I could have made them see me if I wanted them to."

"Then why didn't you?" the Ninth Doctor asked, not seeming to realize her significance.

The Third Bad Wolf swallowed and walked towards her. "Because the Doctor's timeline tangled with mine the moment we met. The interface didn't choose a face from your timeline. He chose one from mine. But a face that was so important to both of us . . . and you know our thoughts. You didn't know if we could cope."

"But you can handle it now," the Moment in the form of River Song smiled brilliantly at her.

"Our darkest day," the Eleventh Doctor chuckled, shaking his head fondly. "Where else would you be?"

"Where else indeed?" the Moment grinned.

The Third Bad Wolf smiled, tears in her eyes. "Thank you, sissy."

"You're welcome, sissy," the Moment responded. "And good luck."

The Moment's interface shimmered out of existence, and the Third Bad Wolf took a deep breath as she turned around. "Let's do this."

"So what are we doing?" Clara asked. "What's the plan?"

"The Dalek fleets are surrounding Gallifrey, firing on it constantly," the War Doctor answered.

"The Sky Trench is holding, but what if the whole planet just disappeared?" the Tenth Doctor asked.

"What if?" Wanda asked.

"The Daleks would be firing on each other," the Ninth Doctor grinned. "They'd destroy themselves in their own crossfire."

"Gallifrey would be gone, the Daleks would be destroyed, and it would look to the rest of the universe as if they'd annihilated each other," the War Doctor nodded.

"And where would Gallifrey be?" Jack asked.

"What's the opposite of burnt?" the Second Bad Wolf asked.

"Frozen," Wanda answered, before her eyes widened. "No!"

"Exactly," the Tenth Doctor grinned and nodded. "Frozen in an instant of time, safe and hidden away."

"Just like a painting," the Third Bad Wolf grinned. "Who's ready to go save Gallifrey?"

"Ah ah," the Second Bad Wolf raised a finger as they all headed for the TARDISes. "I think we're forgetting something."

"What?" the Third Bad Wolf blinked, only to narrow her eyes when she pointed at the Moment. "Oh. Right."

"That needs to be taken care of," the Second Bad Wolf nodded.

"Want to help?" the Third Bad Wolf asked the First Bad Wolf.

She smirked. "Don't mind if I do."

"What are they - ?" the War Doctor began.

Only to blink when the Third Bad Wolf unleashed a huge fireball, the Second Bad Wolf spat several bolts of lightning, and the First Bad Wolf concentrated on releasing the Aether all at once. The Moment was ashes by the time it all disappeared. "There we are," the Second Bad Wolf dusted her hands off, turning around. "Now let's go save Gallifrey."

"You lot coming?" the Third Bad Wolf snickered, entering the Elevens' TARDIS.

The First Bad Wolf just giggled, reaching up to click the Ninth Doctor's jaw back into the correct position. "Try not to gawk."

The Ninth Doctor slowly shook his head as the others regained their composure. "We were doomed the moment we met her."

"But we love her anyway," the Tenth Doctor chuckled.

"No matter who we are," the Eleventh Doctor confirmed. "Let's go save Gallifrey."

***

"Another one," Androgar reported suddenly.

The General frowned, going over to him. "Are you sure the message is from him?"

"Oh, yes."

"Why would he do that?" the General frowned, seeing the new message from the Doctor reading GALLIFREY STANDS. "What's the mad fool talking about now?"

"Hello, hello, Gallifrey High Command!" a voice filled the war room, and a holo monitor appeared, showing the Eleventh Doctor, the Third Bad Wolf, and Clara. "This is the Doctor speaking, along with the Bad Wolf and Absolute Zero."

"Nice to meet you," the Third Bad Wolf smirked as Clara saluted.

"But the Bad Wolf is just a legend!" the General sputtered, eyes wide.

"I hope we live up to it!" the Second Bad Wolf laughed as another holo monitor popped up.

"Hello!" the Tenth Doctor waved. "Also the Doctor and the Bad Wolf. Can you hear us?"

"This is the Doctor, the Bad Wolf, and Captain Jack Harkness, standing by," the Ninth Doctor spoke for them as the trio appeared on another monitor.

"Also the Doctor, standing ready with Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch," the War Doctor said as they appeared, the Maximoffs having volunteered to accompany him. The other Doctors all had a version of the Bad Wolf to stand with them, and after the Maximoffs had revealed they were actually the companions of the Bad Wolf, they had promptly entered the War Doctor's TARDIS. He had just looked at the Third Bad Wolf, who had just winked and gone on inside.

"Dear God, four of them," the General's jaw dropped. "All my worst nightmares at once."

"Oh, believe me, best dream ever," the Third Bad Wolf grinned slyly.

"Not the time!" Clara sighed.

"General, we have a plan," the Tenth Doctor interrupted.

"We should point at this moment, it is a fairly terrible plan," the Eleventh Doctor admitted.

"And almost certainly won't work."

"I was happy with fairly terrible," the Ninth Doctor sighed.

"Ignore him," the Second Bad Wolf rolled her eyes. "He likes thinking out loud."

"Right now, we're flying our four TARDISes into your lower atmosphere," the Third Bad Wolf got them back on point.

"We're positioned at equidistant intervals around the globe," the Tenth Doctor nodded before grinning at the Second Bad Wolf. "Equidistant. So grown up."

"Concentrate, my dear."

"Yes, sweetheart."

"So that's where that began," the Eleventh Doctor snickered.

"We're just about ready to do it," the War Doctor said.

"Ready to do what?" the General asked.

"We're going to freeze Gallifrey!" the First Bad Wolf cheered.

"I'm sorry, what?" the General blinked, sure he'd heard wrong.

But the Tenth Doctor nodded. "Using our TARDISes, we're going to freeze Gallifrey in a single moment in time."

"You know, like those stasis cubes?" the War Doctor elaborated. "A single moment in time, held in a parallel pocket universe."

"Except we're going to do it to a whole planet," the Eleventh Doctor grinned.

"And all the people on it," the Ninth Doctor smiled at the First Bad Wolf.

"Bloody brilliant," the Third Bad Wolf grinned.

"Molto bene," the Second Bad Wolf winked at the Tenth Doctor.

"And absolutely fantastic," the First Bad Wolf kissed the Ninth Doctor's cheek. He had spent so long despairing about Gallifrey, and she had wished she could help him in some way. Now here they were, together with their future and his past selves, flying to Gallifrey right now, about to save everyone! Oh, this was Christmas!

"What?" the General asked. "Even if that were possible, which it isn't, why would you do such a thing?"

The Eleventh Doctor shook his head. "Because the alternative is burning."

"And I've seen that," the Tenth Doctor nodded.

"And I never want to see it again," the Ninth Doctor said bluntly.

"And we never want him to see it again," the Third Bad Wolf narrowed her eyes.

"So this time, we're going to do something about it," the Second Bad Wolf declared.

"Not like you could stop us, really," the First Bad Wolf added smugly. They really couldn't, they were struggling to hold on as it was.

The General swallowed. "We'd be lost in another universe, frozen in a single moment. We'd have nothing."

"You would have hope," the Eleventh Doctor pointed out. "And right now, that is exactly what you don't have."

The General shook his head, trying not to hope. "It's delusional," he accused. "The calculations alone would take hundreds of years."

"Oh, hundreds and hundreds," the Ninth Doctor confirmed.

"But don't worry," the Tenth Doctor smirked triumphantly, turning one of his screens around so the Second Bad Wolf could see. "I started a very long time ago."

"Calling the War Council of Gallifrey!" the First Doctor's voice rang out, and the First Bad Wolf's eyes lit up as on their screen, the First Doctor appeared. "This is the Doctor!"

"You might say I've been doing this all my lives," the Eleventh Doctor cheered.

The General could only watch in utter shock as more monitors popped up, each showing every single one of the Doctors. "Good luck!" the Second Doctor called.

"Standing by," the Third Doctor reported.

"Ready!" the Fourth Doctor pitched in.

"Commencing calculations," the Eighth Doctor said.

"Soon be there!" the Fifth Doctor said.

"Across the boundaries that divide one universe from another," the Seventh Doctor said.

"Just got to lock onto his coordinates," the Sixth Doctor said.

The Ninth Doctor winked at the First Bad Wolf. "Get ready for the next trick."

She grinned and nodded, going to the levers he had told her to prepare. "I didn't know when I was well off," the General let out a breath. "All twelve of them, all three of her!"

"No, sir!" Androgar shook his head, watching as one more monitor appeared, all of the other Doctors and Bad Wolves so busy, they never noticed a future Doctor and Bad Wolf, grey hair from him and emerald green eyes from her the only things the War Council could see of them. "All thirteen and four!"

"Whoa!" the General tried to balance himself when the entire planet shook.

"Sir, the Daleks know something is happening!" Androgar cried. "They're increasing their fire power!"

"General." The General looked up and met stormy grey eyes. The Third Bad Wolf nodded at him. "Trust us."

He took a deep breath. "Do it, Doctor," he said. "Just do it."

The Ninth Doctor grinned victoriously. "Fantastic."

"OK," the Eleventh Doctor took the lead. "Ladies and gentlemen, we're ready." He looked around, seeing the Third Bad Wolf and Clara at their stations, then flipped one of the levers. "Geronimo!"

The Third Bad Wolf and Clara burst into action, working on running the calculations to lead the other Doctors in freezing the planet.

"Allons-y!" the Tenth Doctor whooped, throwing a lever of his own as the Second Bad Wolf went to working the monitors.

"Love from Asgard!" all three of the Bad Wolves called out.

"Oh, for God's sake!" the War Doctor huffed.

"Come on," Wanda urged with a grin, pushing one of the buttons.

The War Doctor sighed and finally declared, "Gallifrey stands!"

"Saw that one coming!" Pietro laughed as the War Doctor threw the lever.

All thirteen TARDISes flew to Gallifrey, white light filling the area of space, and abruptly the planet was gone . . . leaving the Daleks firing at the planet to fire at each other, destroying them all.

***

The Ninth Doctor watched as Wanda worked with Clara on making tea, smiling and laughing with Pietro and Jack. He shook his head fondly, glad to see the companions of different generations getting along together. His Bad Wolf was talking with the War Doctor, a relieved look on her face. The Third Bad Wolf, however . . .

"You did it," her voice came from the opposite side, and he turned to see her walk over from where the TARDISes were parked. "You saved Gallifrey."

"We saved Gallifrey," he corrected.

"It was all you," she shook her head. "You were the one running the calculations from the beginning of your adventures. We just had to nudge you in the right direction."

The Ninth Doctor chuckled. "You always have."

The Third Bad Wolf nodded, then took a deep breath and braced herself. "I should have taken a bit from your book."

"What?" he blinked.

"I meant to ask you back then, before you regenerated, but now's a good time," she looked down at her hands. "Er . . . "

It was then that the Ninth Doctor realized she was actually shaking a bit. "Jessie?"

"God," she closed her eyes. "This is hard."

The Ninth Doctor looked over to where the rest of his regenerations were. The Eleventh Doctor was looking over as well. He asked the Second Bad Wolf something, who nodded and went over to the companions, grinning. The War Doctor sent her over as well, and the three other Doctors walked over. "Jez?" the Eleventh Doctor asked softly. "What is it?" She swallowed and reached for his hand. He took it without hesitation. "Sit down," he ordered, gently forcing her to sit down on the bench behind them. He sat down next to her, the War Doctor on her other side as the Tenth and Ninth Doctors crouched in front of her. "What is it?"

"You can talk to us, you know that," the Tenth Doctor added.

She nodded, then began. "Someone said something to me that hurt a lot, before we regenerated." The Eleventh Doctor's eyes widened in realization, knowing now exactly what she was going to ask. "And it changed me, not for the better. A few months back, we lost . . . everyone," she closed her eyes, biting her lip, feeling tears sting. "Amy. Rory. Oswin. Clara Oswin. River." Her voice cracked on the last name, and the War Doctor bowed his head, putting his hand on her knee. He didn't know who Oswin or Clara Oswin were, but he could guess they were pretty important, as were these Amy and Rory people. "And then I lost it. I gave in. I gave up. I gave up on feeling, I gave up on caring about others. I hurt people who couldn't help what they were doing. I lost control of my mind. I nearly killed one of the kids Clara nannied for."

"The people at the Shard had taken hundreds of people, and that was Miss Clever in your head," the Eleventh Doctor told her. "You couldn't control what you were doing when she took over."

"But I did them," the Third Bad Wolf argued, opening her eyes, his hearts breaking when he saw the raw emotion that was in her eyes; it was the first time since the Ponds and River had died that he had seen her show this much emotion. "I did them, and that's no excuse. I thought I understood how you felt after you thought you had destroyed Gallifrey. I was wrong. So this is my question." She looked between all four of them. "How did you live with it, knowing you did something that horrible?"

"Oh, Jess," the Tenth Doctor sighed, shaking his head.

"Please," her voice cracked.

The Ninth Doctor simply took the other hand the Eleventh Doctor wasn't currently holding. "It was hard," he admitted. "And I tried to deal with it like you did. Don't care about others. Just walk into something without feeling anything, and you can get out of it unscathed. That's how it was for a long time. And then you screamed." Her eyes widened, and he smiled, squeezing her hand. "If you stop caring, you're not going to change, Jessie. And most importantly, if you don't accept what you did and don't move on from it, you will give into it. And the best way to do that . . . talk to someone about it." He chuckled. "I practically told you everything about the War. Did it hurt to talk about it? Yes, every minute of it. But the end result was that it felt better. Because I told someone else, told someone else what I did. And the best part was that you accepted it."

"You have saved us so many times, Jess," the Tenth Doctor smiled at her. "Just allow us to save you again."

"You saved me before I ever even knew," the War Doctor told her with a smile. "Four hundred years was all it took."

"And we made our promises a long time ago," the Eleventh Doctor raised his hand to her cheek. "We are never going to leave you."

"What you did isn't going to change," the Ninth Doctor told her. "You can wish you could change it, but that's just tough. It won't, and you need to accept that. We already have. It's about time you did, too."

"Believe me, we've all got our baggage," the Eleventh Doctor winked at her.

She gave a startled laugh. "And we can handle yours," the War Doctor smiled encouragingly at her.

"Because we know our own monsters, and we can handle them," the Ninth Doctor nodded.

"And you are certainly worth all of your monsters," the Tenth Doctor smiled gently.

She sighed, nodding and squeezing the Eleventh and Ninth Doctor's hands. "I could bloody kiss all of you right about now."

"Trust me, that does happen," the Tenth Doctor smirked at the War Doctor.

"Hey, lovebirds!" Jack called, and they all looked over to see Wanda and Clara hold up the tea tray. "You coming or what?"

"Shut it, Jack!" the Ninth Doctor shouted, rolling his eyes, even as he stood with a smile and kissed the Third Bad Wolf's cheek. "And he's right," he nodded at the Tenth Doctor. "You are worth every monster."

The Third Bad Wolf blushed as she glared at the Tenth Doctor. "You got that from Reinette."

"It cheered you up, though," he pointed out with a grin as he rose to his feet. "That doesn't mean I was wrong."

"It doesn't," the War Doctor agreed with a smile. "I look forward to meeting you soon, my dear."

The Third Bad Wolf smiled as he walked over to join the others. "Feel better now?" the Eleventh Doctor asked, squeezing her hand.

"Yeah," she nodded, and he could tell it wasn't a lie this time. "I needed to talk."

"And you know I am always here for you," he smiled. "No matter what."

She smiled, nodding through her tears, and he kissed her gently. "I love you, Kasterborous," she whispered.

He smiled back at her. "And I love you, Jezebel. Never doubt that, ever."

***

The eleven of them sat together in front of Gallifrey Falls, looking at the painting and drinking Wanda's tea. "I don't suppose we'll know if we actually succeeded," the War Doctor remarked. "But at worst, we failed doing the right thing, as opposed to succeeding in doing the wrong."

The First Bad Wolf snorted. "And when I thought you couldn't be more pessimistic," she looked at the Ninth Doctor.

"Oi!" he complained.

"What is it actually called?" the Tenth Doctor asked.

"Well, there's some debate," the Eleventh Doctor answered. "Either No More, or Gallifrey Falls."

The War Doctor sighed, even as the Second Bad Wolf frowned. "Not very encouraging."

"How did it get here?" Wanda asked.

"No idea," the Eleventh Doctor admitted.

The sound of a smashing teacup made them all turn. The Second Bad Wolf's cup was in pieces on the ground, and she was staring at the painting in shock. "Oh, my God," she breathed, eyes wide.

"What is it?" the Tenth Doctor looked at the painting. "What's wrong?"

The Second Bad Wolf swallowed. "What if it isn't a debate?" she asked. "What if it's one title?"

"No More Gallifrey Falls?" Pietro tilted his head.

"Oh, my God," the Third Bad Wolf's jaw fell open. "No. Switch them around. What do you get?"

Jack's eyes widened. "Gallifrey Falls No More."

All four Doctors' jaws dropped. "No," the Ninth Doctor breathed.

"We did it!" the Second Bad Wolf laughed in pure relief, hugging her Doctor. "We saved Gallifrey!"

"That's how you end an adventure!" the Eleventh Doctor whooped as the Maximoffs cheered.

"Oh, thank God," the Ninth Doctor choked, the First Bad Wolf hugging him tightly.

"Congratulations," Clara beamed.

"Thank you," the War Doctor smiled as he got to his feet. "Well, gentlemen, it has been an honor and a privilege."

"Likewise," the Tenth Doctor nodded.

"Doctor," the Eleventh Doctor saluted.

"And if I grow to be half as courageous as you, half as faithful as you, and half as strong as you, my dears," the War Doctor looked from the First Bad Wolf to the Second to the Third. "I shall be happy indeed."

"We'll try to make you happy either way," the Second Bad Wolf smiled.

The War Doctor smiled, then it faded a bit. "I won't remember this, will I?"

The First Bad Wolf's eyes widened as the Eleventh Doctor nodded solemnly. "The timestreams are out of sync. You can't retain it, no."

"So I won't remember that I tried to save Gallifrey rather than burn it," the War Doctor blew out a breath. "I'll have to live with that." He straightened. "But for now, for this moment, I am the Doctor again." All of them grinned at that. This was a much different War Doctor than the one they had met earlier. "Thank you." He turned to the TARDISes. "Which one is mine?" he considered.

Pietro laughed. "You really can't tell?"

The Third Bad Wolf grinned. "We'll be seeing you soon, Doctor."

The War Doctor just laughed as he entered the shabbiest of the TARDISes, closing the door behind him. He walked over to the console and set the console to leave, then looked down in surprise when he saw orange gold energy swirling around his hand. "Oh, yes, of course," he sighed. "I suppose it makes sense. Wearing a bit thin." He nodded, accepting his fate. "I'm ready to meet you myself, Jessie Nightshade."

***

The War Doctor's TARDIS dematerialized, and the First Bad Wolf asked quietly, "We really won't remember this?"

"No," the Eleventh Doctor smiled sadly. "I'm sorry."

She blew out a breath and looked down. "You might as well tell us, then," the Ninth Doctor looked up. "We won't remember, anyway. How does it happen?"

The Eleventh Doctor looked hesitant, but the Third Bad Wolf nudged him. "Might as well tell them," she whispered.

The Eleventh Doctor sighed and nodded. "The Battle of Canary Wharf," he answered. "A battle between the Daleks and the Cybermen, when they return. Jessie dies sending them back into the Void."

"Crushed my skull," the Second Bad Wolf nodded. "Dead on impact. That wasn't fun."

"It wasn't fun when you were dead," the Tenth Doctor shook his head, swallowing. "One of the worst moments of my life."

"Manhattan better be one of them, too," the Eleventh Doctor threw him a look. "And Asgard."

"If you tell me to pick which one is the worst, I will kill you," the Tenth Doctor gave him a look right back.

"As long as they're among the worst."

"Apparently, Manhattan is a horrible place," Jack tried to joke.

"Just don't go there," the Third Bad Wolf shook her head. "Just . . . just don't."

"Right, then," the First Bad Wolf straightened. "Where were we going? Back to Cardiff?"

"Refuel," the Ninth Doctor nodded. "Refuel, then off we . . . go . . . " He paused, seeing the Second Bad Wolf's face morph into one of horror and the Third Bad Wolf close her eyes. "What is it?"

"You came from Woman Wept, didn't you?" the Tenth Doctor asked quietly.

"Yeah," Jack frowned, only to see the Second Bad Wolf turn away. "Why? What's wrong with Woman Wept?"

"It's not Woman Wept," the Third Bad Wolf took a deep breath. "The War Doctor was about to die."

"It's not just him who's about to," the Eleventh Doctor swallowed. "You . . . and those two as well."

The First Bad Wolf's face blanched of all color as the Tens looked at him, stunned. "What?" all three of them asked.

"You came from Mars," the Eleventh Doctor sighed. "It's not long after that before you return to the Ood Sphere."

"And after Cardiff comes Kyoto," the Third Bad Wolf looked at the Ninth Doctor, whose eyes widened, remembering their early conversation. "And after Kyoto . . . is Bad Wolf and the Game Station. Also known as Satellite 5."

"That little time?" the First Bad Wolf's voice cracked.

"Yeah," the Third Bad Wolf nodded. "And trust me. It sucks."

"Not the best date we've ever been on," the Eleventh Doctor wrinkled his nose, making her snort.

"Oh, so it's finally a date?" Jack's eyebrows raised suggestively, trying to lighten the mood.

"Jack!" the Ninth Doctor groaned.

"Come on, you're going to forget this happened anyway," Jack grinned . . . none of them seeing the Elevens look at each other and smirk. "Might as well kiss her."

"Well, I suppose you could see it as a date," the Eleventh Doctor began. "But then again, we've had better ones."

"The end of the world," the Third Bad Wolf listed off absently, counting off on her fingers. "New Earth, Elizabeth II's coronation, the Thirtieth Olympiad . . . " She smirked. "Gemsamoria . . . "

The Tens blushed at that, making Pietro choke on his tea. "Oh, here we go," he laughed as Clara groaned. "Please tell me someone is about to film this."

"Ah, yes, Gemsamoria was a good one," the Eleventh Doctor smirked, rocking on his heels in an innocent manner, Jack frowning in confusion as the Maximoffs laughed, Clara pinching the bridge of her nose, even as she just discretely hid the camera phone Wanda handed to her that was recording the entire thing. "Yes, yes, that was excellent."

The Second Bad Wolf cleared her throat. "That was the night not long after our wedding."

The Nines all blinked at that. "And it was very good, if I can say so," the Third Bad Wolf smirked at her Doctor.

"Oh, you definitely can," the Eleventh Doctor grinned smugly as Jack cleared his throat. That just made the Maximoffs laugh even harder. "Of course, they only got better from there."

"Oh, yes, they definitely did," the Third Bad Wolf examined her nails as the Tens slowly looked at each other . . . and then they started to smirk as well. "Oh, let me recount them . . . "

"Well, I quite enjoyed Pompeii," the Second Bad Wolf spoke up, winking at her Doctor. "Wasn't a fan of the ropes, though."

"Loved the toga, though," the Tenth Doctor grinned, seeing Jack actually start to look uncomfortable. Oh, this was such good payback for how that man had teased them! "Oh! And then there was Agatha Christie. Lovely woman."

"And then there was when Donna left," the Second Bad Wolf grinned saucily. "That ended very well."

"Oh, my God," Clara rubbed her temples, starting to smile despite herself as the Maximoffs rolled on the floor and laughter behind her in their laughter.

"As did Mars, despite the bad part in the middle," the Tenth Doctor smirked, leaning down to whisper in her ear. "That was very good."

"Oh, just wait until you start rooming with Craig," the Third Bad Wolf grinned. "It gets even better."

"And when you regain control of this again," the Eleventh Doctor twisted his fingers, tendrils of the Aether snaking over them. "Well . . . " He smirked. "That's when the fun begins."

"And you can stop right there," Jack finally cringed.

Now even Clara was starting to laugh. The Nines were just staring at their future selves in shock. "Well, that's what you get for all the relentless teasing you gave us," the Third Bad Wolf shrugged, smirking. "Turn in your badge, Captain. We're leading the Innuendo Squad now."

Clara really laughed at that, the Maximoffs falling back onto the floor again. "Payback's a bitch," the Second Bad Wolf smirked. "You deserved that."

"So try not to tease them anymore," the Tenth Doctor finished.

"Thank you," the Ninth Doctor sighed.

"Well, you'll end up doing it anyway," the Eleventh Doctor shrugged. "So you won't need him nagging you."

"And you can stop right there again," the Ninth Doctor closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. Really, it was like they were trying to make their companions laugh themselves to death.

"Yes, remember, dearie, there are children in the room," the Third Bad Wolf playfully admonished.

"Well, it's no fun otherwise," he pouted playfully.

"That's enough for me," the First Bad Wolf held up her hands, her face the color of Wanda's red magic.

The Tens just chuckled as they headed for their TARDIS. "Yeah, he usually has enough of it anyway," the Second Bad Wolf grinned.

The Tenth Doctor stopped just before he entered. "Hang on," he turned around. "We aren't going to remember . . . so you might as well tell us."

The Eleventh Doctor blinked. "Tell you what?"

"You were listing places earlier in the cell, but there was one place you didn't. I got the impression that was the same place you didn't want to say where we were going."

Both the Eleventh Doctor and the Third Bad Wolf tensed as the companions abruptly stopped laughing. "It's that bad?" the Second Bad Wolf asked, her smile sliding off her face.

The Eleventh Doctor took a deep breath. "We saw Trenzalore," he said, watching the two other Doctors actually take steps back, they were so stunned. "Where we're buried. We die in battle among millions."

"What?" the First Bad Wolf clapped a hand over her mouth.

"That's not how it's supposed to be," the Tenth Doctor shook his head.

"That's how the story ends," the Third Bad Wolf sighed. "And unfortunately, there's nothing we can really do about it."

"Trenzalore is where you're going," the Eleventh Doctor nodded.

The First Bad Wolf looked at her Doctor's face, then took his hand in hers. "If there's anything I've learned traveling with you, never say nothing."

"Good point," the Tenth Doctor sighed. "Well . . . good to know our future is in safe hands." He held out a hand to Pietro. "Keep a tight hold on it, you three."

"Consider it done," Pietro nodded, shaking his hand as the Second Bad Wolf hugged Wanda and Clara.

"You two are gonna be all right," the Third Bad Wolf smiled as she went over to the Nines. "Trust me, I experienced it."

"Looks like it," the Ninth Doctor agreed.

"And I never got to say it before you were gone," the Third Bad Wolf smiled at him. "You were fantastic, too."

He grinned and hugged her, the Third Bad Wolf hugging him back. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," she said, smiling at the First Bad Wolf. "As long as you do what I did, you're well on your way to getting here."

"Thanks, I think," she smiled.

"But really, you won't remember any of this, so just bloody kiss her when she knows what you're doing," the Eleventh Doctor added.

For once, neither of them argued. Neither of them had any hell what he was talking about, but the Ninth Doctor didn't care. He just bent down and kissed the First Bad Wolf, she instantly kissing him back. Jack didn't make a jab, either - he just smiled in relief. "That's more like it," he whispered to Clara.

"Trenzalore," the Tenth Doctor sighed, looking at his wife. "We need a new destination, because I don't want to go."

"Oh, did you have to say that?" the Third Bad Wolf sighed.

The Eleventh Doctor just chuckled as the Ninth Doctor shook his head fondly. "Good luck," he told his future selves.

"And you," they responded.

The Ninth Doctor took the First Bad Wolf's hand, leading his group into his TARDIS. "But at least we're going together," the Second Bad Wolf smiled as that TARDIS dematerialized. "That's good enough for me."

The Third Bad Wolf smiled. "I loved it when I was you."

"Good luck," the Eleventh Doctor smiled.

The Tens smiled back before heading into their TARDIS. "I think you might need a moment alone with your painting," Clara told the Elevens as the Tens disappeared.

"That might be best," the Third Bad Wolf agreed.

"We can tell," Pietro smirked. "You get big, sad eyes."

"Oi!" the Eleventh Doctor protested.

Clara just took Pietro's hand and tugged him towards their TARDIS. "We'll leave you alone!" she called.

"Oh, there was an old man looking for you," Wanda added. "I think he was the curator."

The Eleventh Doctor and the Third Bad Wolf sat down on the bench in front of the painting. When they heard the TARDIS door close, he straightened. "I could be a curator," he said with a smile. "I'd be great at curating. I'd be the Great Curator. I could retire and do that."

"And I could be the one making sure people didn't get lost because of you," the Third Bad Wolf snickered.

"I could retire and be the curator of this place," the Eleventh Doctor nodded.

"You know, I really think you might," a voice behind them said.

They turned and blinked, seeing an old man behind them, leaning on a walking stick. The Eleventh Doctor blinked, standing up and narrowing his eyes. "I never forget a face."

"I know you don't," the Curator nodded, the Third Bad Wolf's jaw dropping when she heard a bit of the Fourth Doctor in him. "And in years to come, you might find yourself revisiting a few. but, just the old favorites, eh?" The Eleventh Doctor winked, and the Curator chuckled, turning to look at Gallifrey Falls. "You were curious about this painting, I think. I acquired it in remarkable circumstances. What do you make of the title?"

"Gallifrey Falls No More?" the Third Bad Wolf asked.

The Curator smiled. "Ah. So you figured it out. Yes, it is not No More or Gallifrey Falls. It is indeed all one title. Did you find out what that means, my dear?"

"Gallifrey didn't fall," she answered. "It worked. It's still out there."

"I'm only a humble curator," the Curator shrugged, but there was a twinkle in his eye that said otherwise. "I'm sure I wouldn't know."

The Eleventh Doctor bounced on his feet eagerly. "Then where is it?"

"Where is it indeed?" the Curator wondered. "Lost. Shush!" he put a finger over his mouth, and the other two did so instantly, smiling when they remembered the Isolus. "Perhaps. Things do get lost, you know. And now you must excuse me." He turned. "Oh, you have a lot to do."

"Do we?" the Eleventh Doctor asked.

"Mmm," he nodded.

"Is that what we're supposed to do now? Go looking for Gallifrey?"

"Oh, it's entirely up to you," the Curator shrugged. "Your choice, eh? I can only tell you what I would do if I were you." He chuckled. "Oh, if I were you. Oh, perhaps I was you, of course. Or, perhaps you are me. Congratulations."

"Thank you very much," the Eleventh Doctor grinnned.

"Or perhaps it doesn't matter either way," the Curator chuckled as he left. "Who knows, eh? Who knows."

The Eleventh Doctor grinned at the Third Bad Wolf, who laughed and kissed his cheek, the two of them running back to the TARDIS.

They had work to do.

***

"You look happy," Rose remarked when Clara returned to school the next day, a wide smile on her face. "Must've been a good appointment."

Clara just smiled wider, thinking about how much better the Doctor and the Bad Wolf were now because they had saved Gallifrey. "I should think so."

***

They landed the TARDIS and headed for the door. The Third Bad Wolf poked her head out, looked around, then smiled. "We're a bit late, then."

The two past Bad Wolves turned away from where they stood with their Doctors and smiled. "Figured you'd get here eventually."

The Third Bad Wolf smiled as she and the Eleventh Doctor went to join them. "You still remember, then."

"Not for much longer," the Ninth Doctor shook his head, looking up at where a gold planet hung in the sky. "But we wanted to come back."

"So," the Tenth Doctor asked as he wrapped his arms around the Second Bad Wolf, resting his chin on the top of her head, she leaning back against him. "What's the plan?"

The Eleventh Doctor tilted his head to look up at the frozen moment of Gallifrey. "Clara sometimes asks us if we dream," he said.

"Of course we dream, we tell her," the Third Bad Wolf said, linking their arms together. "Everybody dreams."

"Then she'll ask what we dream about," the Eleventh Doctor continued.

"And what do you say?" the Ninth Doctor asked, putting his arm around the First Bad Wolf''s shoulders.

The Eleventh Doctor smiled. "The same thing everybody dreams about. We dream about where we're going."

"She thinks that's funny when we say that, for some reason," the Third Bad Wolf made a face. "She always tells us we're not going anywhere, that we're just wandering about."

"That's not true, not anymore," the Eleventh Doctor shook his head. "We've a new destination. It's the same as yours, the same as anyone's. It's taken me so many years, so many lifetimes, but at last, I know where we're going."

"It's where we've always been going," the Third Bad Wolf smiled up at Gallifrey.

"Home," the Eleventh Doctor nodded. "The long way round."

The six of them let that thought sink in, before the Third Bad Wolf said, "We're going to find it. Call it my gut, but we will."

"And we'll be together, every step of the way," the First Bad Wolf smiled up at the Ninth Doctor, he leaning down to kiss her again.

"Always together," the Tenth Doctor smiled, tilting the Second Bad Wolf's face up so brown eyes met blue. "The Doctor and the Bad Wolf, in the TARDIS."

"Just as it should be," the Third Bad Wolf smiled up at her Doctor.

The three pairs of the Doctor and the Bad Wolf all smiled at that statement. It was true. They were right where they were meant to be: together.

And nothing, not even the Time War, not even their personal monsters, would ever tear them apart.

***

And that, my fans, is how you write the 50th anniversary special: long live Kasterbel, Smidarrio, Davesa, and Christobelle. *bows*

And now I want feedback! So, assuming you all are still with me for the A/N, tell me this.

What was your favorite part?

What was your least favorite part (if you have one)?

What was the funniest part?

And did you like that I incorporated the Nines?

Just so you know, I will not be adding the Nines into every version of "The Day of the Doctor." I just thought adding them would add a nice resolution to Jessie's soldier dilemma.

However . . . I can definitely say I will do the Nines for at least one more version, and I bet people can already guess right now what that one will be. ;)

Go on, guys! Tell me what you thought! And while I recuperate, I hope those of you who haven't can check out my other series "Apocalypse Rising," "The Creators Saga," and "The Diaries of a Teenage Time Lady."

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