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Chapter beta read by ElvishPenguin12. All other mistakes are mine.

Epilogue

November 23, 2013

Outside of London, there was a house at the end of the suburban neighborhood. It was simple in design – a white, cottage-style home with a bright blue door at the front. A modest amount of land encircled it, with trees bordering the backyard as if concealing whatever secrets were held within the household. A rose bush was placed on both sides at the front of the house as a joke from the mischievous husband that lived inside.

Although a bit odd, neighbors thought they were normal enough. The Smith family, that is.

Everyone knew the wife was the mysterious heiress of the Vitex Company and daughter to Pete Tyler, the wealthiest man in all of Europe. When it was rumored she was moving in, neighbors expected a spoiled aristocrat that would look down on the simple neighborhood. However, she had a pleasant appearance and and smiled and greeted them with every encounter.

Their little girl attracted an adoring audience amongst the neighbors. Apart from being very intelligent for her age, her large hazel eyes and flame-red hair was enough to make the elderly neighbors desire a pinch on those rosy pink cheeks. Complemented with her newborn brother, who was just as adorable, they could win people over by only a smile or a coo.

Now the husband was a completely different classification. Always rushing about with his wife, always something to do...and not one person knew his real name. It was rumored to be John, yet everyone called him the Doctor, just the Doctor. He was friendly and charming, but there was something about him that was…off. No one could place their finger on it. He was just different.

There were times where one would hear a strange noise emitting from that house. It would draw the heads of passersby – joggers, kids playing on the street, postmen, anyone who had ears, really. It was like a wheezing machine, a sound that drew out for more than a minute, and then would silence. Like a chair grinding back and forth on a wooden floor. If they asked the couple, the two would only smirk and say it was merely the telly turned up too loud.

Yes, they were a little odd. But with a shrug, neighbors reasoned…wasn't everyone?

"Can we take a twip on the TARDIS?" Sarah whined as her small mouth opened to let out a gaping yawn.

"No Sarah," her mother firmly said. She held her three-year-old's hand and guided her into their room.

"I sweep in my woom in the TARDIS?" The toddler suggested.

"Goodness, you're as stubborn as your dad." Rose smiled while lifting the covers of the bed and tucking her daughter in. "We're not going in the TARDIS tonight. We're sleeping in our house and that's final."

"Awww." Sarah pouted, slumping her head against her pillow. Her bright red hair smattered the white sheets. "But I sweep good in the ship, she hums me to sleep."

"Is that so?" Rose raised her eyebrows at her. She climbed into the small bed with her and Sarah snuggled up against her. "Well, I'll just hum you to sleep myself then."

The little girl squealed in delight. Although her mother was not a time ship sentient, she had a lovely voice. It was one she enjoyed listening to when she got the chance.

Just as Rose started humming "Brahm's Lullaby," another whiny voice echoed down the hall. However, this one was more mature, more masculine than the child next to her.

"Rooooose!" The Doctor bounded in the room holding their ten-month-old in his arms. The infant's bare bottom was flashed before them and an unused diaper was dangling from the Doctor's hand. "This diaper has developed a fault."

"You know, you would think you'd be able to handle diapers since this is your second kid." Rose pursed her lips as she tried not to giggle.

"I can never wrap around the sticky parts right." He used his left hand to brush his hair back. "He always squirms, too!"

"You would expect that from a baby," she teased, reaching out her arms for the child. "C'm here David."

She didn't know why she chose that name for him. It did not belong to any of her family members, her friends, or hold any significance to her. It was a plain, ordinary combination of five letters. Yet, she couldn't help but feel attached to it or that it fit perfectly. The Doctor agreed as well, it was a brilliant name. Although he had wanted the name Alonso at one point, the look Rose gave him persuaded him to forget that idea.

The infant cooed as his mother's arms wrapped around him. The Doctor handed her the diaper and, with expert hands, she wrapped it snugly around her child.

They both seemed to inherit their father's hair. David's was an exact match to the Doctor's, he didn't even need hair product to have his mousy brown hair stand up in the front. He had the Doctor's eyes too – large, chocolate-brown pools that brightened with curiosity. He gave Rose a toothless smile as she bent down to kiss the tip of his button nose.

"Mummy, I thought you were going to hum for me?" Sarah said.

"What's this now?" The Doctor lied back on the headboard of Sarah's bed and placing his long arm around her small shoulders.

"Sarah misses the TARDIS," Rose gave him a knowing look. "She wants me to hum to her like the ship does."

"Oh does she? How about…" he tapped his chin as he pretended to think, "we tell you a bedtime story instead, eh?"

Sarah's hazel eyes widened and her mouth stretched into a wide grin. "Yes! Yes! Pwees Mummy? Pwees?"

"Alright then," Rose smiled. While cradling David in her arms she sat back at the other side of Sarah. Surprisingly, the whole family was able to fit in the small bed. Except, of course, the Doctor, who had to dangle his legs at the end of the bed. "What story do you want us to read?"

"I like the one with the soldier who meets the peasant girl," Sarah said.

Rose frowned. "Which one is that?"

"Oh," the Doctor scratched the back of his neck, "that would be mine. I told Sarah that story a few weeks ago when she was coming down from a sugar rush."

"The one that happened after you made her a double fudge banana sundae? When I specifically told you not to?" Rose raised her eyebrow.

"Was it then?" The Doctor avoided her pointed look and raised his eyes to examine the celling. "Y'know, I'm not sure."

"Can you tell me it, Mummy?" Sarah tugged on Rose's sleeves, her eyes pleaded with her.

"Um, can you tell me what it's about?"

"It's about a soldier who comes home fwom the war and meets a peasant girl who saved his life. He's sad befow he meets her. Then he becomes happier because she's there. They fall in love. In the end…in the end…" Sarah scrunched her eyebrows as she thought.

"In the end, he was a turned out to be a prince and took her to his kingdom." The Doctor continued. "There, he showed her his world. She became his princess because that's how he always saw her – not a peasant, but a princess."

"Huh," Rose smiled, a slight blush formed on her cheeks. "Sounds very familiar. I think-I think I can tell it."

Sarah squealed, but was soon hushed by Rose. David was already nodding off in her arms.

"So, let's see," Rose shifted on the bed, trying to make herself comfortable. "Let's make this from the princess' perspective, yeah? Once upon a time, there was a peasant girl who lived in the…village of Powell. For the first nineteen years of her life, nothing happened. Nothing at all. Not ever. And then she met the soldier."

The Doctor and Rose lay back on their couch, flipping through the channels on their telly. They had the volume lowered so David and Sarah wouldn't wake, although their rooms were upstairs and they were watching downstairs, in the living room. The Doctor had his arm wrapped around Rose as they both snuggling under a warm blanket. It was Rose's turn to pick what they should watch tonight and she was in the mood for some mystery.

The couple had found themselves in an argument halfway through the show Rose had chosen.

The Doctor rolled his eyes at his wife. "Rose, you're being completely absurd."

Rose couldn't help but laugh at his seriousness. "I'm not! He looks like you!"

"How?!" He gestured to the screen. "He looks nothing like me. The man looks like he wrapped a-a groundhog around his chin and calls it a beard! And look at his hair." He cringed. "It's hideously flat. Nothing like my," he flounced his hair with his fingers, "brilliant hairdo."

"Are you not admitting it because it's hurting your ego?" Rose smirked.

"Phff, right, that's the reason." He shook his head. "He's constantly brooding too!"

"And that's why I said he looks like you."

"I don't brood! I-I think…reflectively, totally different from brooding."

"I swear, Doctor, if Sharlto Copley didn't play Alec Hardy, you could have gotten the role in another universe."

The Doctor crossed his arms and looked away from Rose, his eyes focused on the floor. He sat there silently as Rose bit back another giggle.

"You're brooding right now, you know that right?" She tried to make him look at her by slowly moving closer to him, her nose bumping his cheek. "Doctorrr."

When he wouldn't budge, she poked him in the rib. That had gotten a jerk from him. She grinned her tongue-touched smile. "Doctorrrr."

This time she dug her fingers into his rib which emitted a jerk and a laugh.

"Ticklish, are we?"

"You should know." The Doctor's eyes rose to meet hers and a devilish smirk etched itself on her lips.

In a blurred moment, the Doctor and Rose found themselves in a brutal tickle war – fighting to the death. They were squealing and laughing, gasping for breath. Although Rose was the one to initiate the ruthless battle, she soon found the Doctor on top of her, his hands digging into her sides. Her face flushed red from laughing too hard.

"Stop," Rose gasped, "time-out!"

"Oh, Rose Tyler, didn't anyone ever tell you? There are no time-outs in a tickle war." His long fingers found themselves crawling on her sides again and she let out a loud squeal.

"Stop!" She laughed. "Stop I-"

The clock had reached 7:30. They both gasped in that same moment.

A whirlwind of memories broke through the hidden barrier, flooding their minds with lost, forgotten days.

We're in a universe where our life is a show on the telly.

I am an actor who plays the Doctor and you are an actress who plays Rose Tyler.

It's utterly a part of our timeline. This show is our past, present, and future.

You're married.

Rose Tyler, I love you.

No, it can't be. It's a fixed point, isn't it? Doomsday is a fixed point.

That means...you'll be able to spend the rest of your life with me.

The Doctor and Rose blinked as the succession of memories ended and left them staring, shocked, at each other's faces. The Doctor was the first to react, his mouth twitched as a smile began to emerge from his lips. Then, he emitted a low, soft chuckle which grew to loud, boisterous laughter. Rose beamed at him, she laughed along with him. Their arms wrapped around each other in a celebratory embrace.

"They're alive!" The Doctor exclaimed, his chin resting on Rose's shoulder. "The Time Lords are alive!"

He pulled back from the embrace only to look into Rose's eyes, those hazel irises that always drew him near. "I can't believe it. I didn't kill them, Rose. I didn't!"

"Blimey, and weren't we so stupid a few years ago." Rose said. "Fighting off our feelings like two loons."

"Our lives on television in another universe," the Doctor added. "Imagine that."

"And we're actors!" Rose burst out in another fit of giggles.

"Happy Fiftieth, Billie Piper." He winked.

"Happy Anniversary, David Tennant." Rose smiled, playing along.

They laughed again, and Rose could have sworn she saw a bit of dampness near the Doctor's eyes. She realized how happy the Doctor truly was. He had discovered he wasn't the last of his kind, they uncovered memories of them finally confessing their feelings for each other, and, now, nothing could further dampen the Doctor's mood for, what may seem like, the rest of his life. He was content. No longer was he lonely – he had a family. No longer would he be haunted for committing genocide on his own people – he was finally free.

"Well, there's one important mistake those directors and screenplay writers didn't film." Rose looked at him questioningly. "I love you," The Doctor said, his expression was sincere and undoubtedly heartfelt.

He arched his head down to kiss her. Their lips were already familiar with one another and slipped into the comfortable routine. The Doctor changed the angle and deepened the kiss. He only stopped when he felt Rose nip his bottom lip teasingly.

"So…about you not looking anything like Alec Hardy…" Rose poked her tongue out of her teeth again as she smiled. She recalled the picture she had seen with his scruff and flat hair. "Told you in some universe you could have played him."

In the Alternate Universe

"You aren't real!" His pupils moved back and forth underneath his closed eyelids. Beads of sweat perspired above his brow. "That can't be. No. No. Noooo!" A knock on the door startled the slumbering man. His dark curls bobbed up with his head. "Who is it?" He answered, rubbing away the grogginess from his eyes.

"Steven, it's Matt. Can I come in?" A voice responded from the door.

The man sat up and straightened himself out. Papers with scribbles stuck to his arms while one was peeling off his forehead. He must have fallen asleep when he was planning for the new special, he thought to himself. He took one off his elbow. It read: 50th Anniversary Ideas. Names were listed under the heading. The Moment of the Doctor, Hope of the Doctor, The Other Doctor, and, hell, even The Doctor were names listed, but had been crossed out. Once he had made himself presentable, he answered back.

"Yeah, sure, Matt. Come in."

Matt Smith, who had shaved his hair off a few weeks ago, came in wearing a full head of hair. His brown, floppy bangs were back in place instead of the crew-cut he had been sporting for his new film. It wasn't just his hair; something else was different about him. It was something in his eyes or the slight change of his posture that was throwing Steven off. Was it the way he walked? Maybe it's just his hair? It was almost as if he was…He shook away recollections of his dream. Nonsense. You've been writing sci-fi so long, you think you're living in it, he thought.

"Hey, Steven. I wanted to talk to you about the 50th. I wasn't sure what the plans were going to be for scheduling. I would have asked my manager, but I wanted to know directly if you're planning to make the locations abroad. Is the cast already selected too? I know John is going to be in it, but I have been hearing rumors of other people joining." He let out a nervous chuckle. "Sorry, I just rambled a bit. I guess it's because I'm excited about this episode."

Steven smiled and gestured to the seat across his desk for Matt to sit down. He took the seat while Steven stacked the papers in order. "Sorry, Matt. We're not sure about anything yet. We're still on stage one of the whole production and we haven't come up with a script yet. We only have the main plotline."

"What about the casting?" Matt asked, sitting back on his chair.

Steven reclined in his chair too and his eyes focused in the distance as he contemplated it. Remnants of his dream seeped through his thoughts. Rose Tyler – the Whovian audience had not seen that face for a very long time; three seasons in fact. She was the beloved companion in the beginning of the reboot. Could he-? No, Russell had finished her story with a perfect finality. He shouldn't be the one to spoil it by his own selfish reasons for bringing her back.

An idea hit him square between the eyes.

"Maybe Billie can come back…" He said in a reflective tone, mostly to himself than to Matt.

"Billie?" Matt blinked in surprise. "Billie Piper? How? I thought you said her story was done."

"Yeah, Rose Tyler's story, but what if she came back as another character." Of course! He could do that. It's brilliant!

"Another charac-?"

"Sorry, Matt." Steven stood up and walked over to the actor. "I was just inspired by an amazing idea." He walked Matt over to the door. "I'll talk to you later, okay?"

Matt looked at him with raised eyebrows. "Y-yeah. Yeah, sure." He shut the door behind him.

Steven grinned – he knew what to do. He would bring Billie Piper back as the Moment, hence showing the importance of Rose Tyler's character as well as sort of bringing back the adored companion.

If only Chris wanted to be a part of the production. Everyone already knew there was a slim chance to none that he would even bother to come to a meeting. They couldn't bring Chris in, the first Doctor of the reboot…but…but they could bring the second Doctor of the reboot. David Tennant. Yes! That could work. Billie Piper and David Tennant back on screens in Doctor Who. It would make the show historically significant and please the Davies's Era fans.

So, it was settled – for him at least. He took a paper from his desk, grabbed a pen, and jotted the idea down. David Tennant and Billie Piper returning to Doctor Who. He was so proud of the idea that he traced a circle around it, smiling at the words as if he, himself, had painted the Mona Lisa and was beholding its artistry.

David Tennant and Billie Piper return.

The man leaned the back of his head against the door of Steven Moffat's office; a smile tugged against his lips. He ran his fingers through his dark brown hair and gave it a small tug as if to reassure himself the strands were still there. His doppleganger in this universe had shaved it before he had arrived, he was grateful that the universe allowed him to keep his bangs. That hairdo belonged to the celebrity actor Matt Smith; however, it did not do justice for the Doctor.

A flash of light blinded his vision for a second, and as it dimmed he found himself facing the figure of a woman. Her hair was in a tangle of blonde curls and her clothes were ripped and torn. The Moment stood before him, her arms crossed in front of her. "Have you done it?" She asked, her eyes taunted him with the familiar hazel hue.

"Ah, yes." He clasped his hands together. "David Tennant and Billie Piper will come back on the 50th anniversary episode. He remembers everything that happened, but I made him believe it was all a dream. Simple, really. Just a telepathic mind trick, learned it when I was a child in the Academy."

She nodded, ignoring his bragging tone. "Good. Those actors needed to come in order for everything to take place. It might have become paradoxical misfortune to this universe and ours if they hadn't – you know, with this universe being interwoven with ours and all."

"Hold on." He frowned. "You told me it would only ruin our plans not entire universes!"

"I didn't say only, I said it would ruin our plans. I didn't reveal the rest because I thought it would place more pressure on you. There was plenty at stake."

He rolled his eyes. "Alright, fine, fine. Let's not stay here any longer than we need to. I really don't fancy wearing this t-shirt." He picked at the collar, holding the fabric between two fingers. "I much prefer my bowties and oxford shirts, thank you very much."

She shook her head and smirked while stepping towards him. "Tell me, Doctor. In every incarnation, are you always so fastidious?"

"Oi! I'll have you know-" He was not able to complete his sentence as the Moment had placed her hand on his arm and they both disappeared in a bolt of light. A slight breeze swept across the hall, lifting a few stray papers in the air.

The door to Steven Moffat's office opened and the man, himself, poked his head out. "Who's there? What was that noise?" Glancing from side-to-side he found he was alone. He shrugged.

"Must have been my imagination," he muttered to himself before shutting the door.

It was the most sensible thought he had in a long time.

La Fin