A/N: Hey everyone, this is my first fanfic, so if possible, please rate and review! Thanks a heap! - Pelli

Chapter 1

"Nicely done. Thank you all." The Doctor said, having finished stabilizing the TARDIS.

"What happened to Margret?" Rose asked, clearly confused by her sudden deflation.

"Must've been burnt up. Carried out her own death sentence." Jack speculated, trying to find some explanation himself.

"No. I don't think she's dead." The Doctor interjected immediately, "She looked into the heart of the TARDIS. Even I don't know how strong that is. And the ship's telepathic - like I told you Rose – gets inside your head, translates alien languages. Maybe the raw energy can translate all sorts of thoughts…" The Doctor speculated as he began to search through the empty skin that used to house the Slitheen.

"Here she is!" He stated as he pulled out an egg from the body.

"She's an egg." Rose stated dumbfound at the sight in front of her.

"Regressed to her childhood."

"She's an egg…" Jack reiterated, just as confused as Rose was shown to be.

"She could start again! Live her life from scratch. If we take her home, give her to a different family; tell 'em to bring 'er up properly, she might be alright." The Doctor carried on, clearly showing that he saw nothing odd about the events that had just transpired.

"Or she might be worse." Jack said, earning him a stern look from the Doctor.

"That's her choice." He said in response.

"She's an egg." Rose repeated, still very confused about the sight in front of her.

"She's an egg." The Doctor confirmed with a grin to both her and Jack.

"Oh my god! Mickey!" Rose exclaimed pushing up off the Doctor's shoulder and running to the TARDIS doors and out into the cold streets of Cardiff, the Doctor and Jack looking after her with concern as she ran outside.

"Where is Mickey Mouse anyway? I would've thought he would come running after Rose earlier with the rift opening outside." Jack stated, openly showing distain for Mickey, making him sound like a dog that would come running after Rose wherever she went.

"Dunno." The Doctor replied, "Maybe he was helpin' someone and got caught up."

"Maybe. Or he was – " Jack started when suddenly the TARDIS lurched to the side, taking off, "Whoa! Doctor, what's happening?"

"Don't know!" The Doctor shouted over the console, "We've taken off, but the engines aren't running!"

"How is that possible?" Jack shouted over sparks on the console between himself and the Doctor.

"Not sure! Can't wait to find out when we land though!" The Doctor called, grinning wildly.

"But Rose is still in Cardiff! We can't just leave without her!" Jack called back, visibly frustrated with the Doctor for being so happy about abandoning his friend.

"We can always pick her up afterwards. Anyway, this hasn't happened to me before, how can I not be excited about it?"

The TARDIS stopped suddenly, landing, but roughly enough that Jack lost his grip on the console and went flying into the railing, sliding down onto the grating on the floor, groaning.

"You ok?" The Doctor asked, with an amused expression on his face.

"Fine. How did you manage not to go flying, smart guy?"

"Years of practice. I'm 900 years old, and I've been flying this old girl for more than 700 of those."

"Then I would expect you to be a better pilot." Jack countered, seeing his remark get under the Doctor's skin the way only he can.

"Right, well, suppose we should find out where we are then. That way, I should be given some idea of how we took off without doing anything." The Doctor deflected.

Jack grinned and followed the Doctor to the console and dragged the monitor around to face them. Jack was disappointed very quickly though, since the monitor only showed Gallifreyan circles, which only the Doctor could read.

"What?" The Doctor exclaimed angrily before carrying on in a calmer but still frustrated voice, "How could we have only moved to London? That's so anti-climactic! Did we at least travel in time? Ok, a little, but only to 2014! 9 years! That's all the TARDIS did, taking off by itself, not to mention leavin' Rose behind! Really hope we don't miss on the way back, or she'll be royally pissed off."

"London? That's not far from Cardiff, right? I'm still trying to learn about 21st century Earth. They're both in England, right?"

"Yeah, well no, Cardiff is in Wales. Which is right next to England, so you were close." The Doctor corrected, barely noticing Jack cursing under his breath at his mistake, "Must admit though, the weather seems a bit strange for this time of year, summer doesn't normally get this warm…or this dry. Wanna take a look outside?"

"Absolutely!" Jack called already making his way to the doors of the TARDIS.

"Oooo, hang on…" the Doctor said quietly, "There's a message, what's that about?"

"Ummm Doctor?" Jack's voice came from the doorway, "You might want to see this…"

"What is it?" The Doctor called, getting distracted, as he was about to play the message on the console. Jack responded by nodding outside the door. "Well, what is it?" The Doctor asked again, "Come on, don't just stand there lookin' stupid, what's going on outside?"

"It's just…I may not know much about 21st century Earth, but even I'm pretty certain they didn't have those…" Jack finally answered, uncertain of how to explain.

"Have what?" The Doctor asked as he made his way down the ramp to the doors, gently pushing Jack to the side so he could look outside.

"Well, I think this trip to London just became a lot more interesting." He said looking at the sky.

"They shouldn't be there right? I mean, they were popular in the early 20th century – I should know, since I lived there for a while – but I know they stopped using them nearing the 1940s…"

"No, you're right." The Doctor said, a hint of fear in his voice, before beginning to make his way inside the TARDIS, "They should definitely not be here. What was that message we received? Maybe it can provide some level of explanation."

Jack looked up at the sky again nervously, and quickly shut the doors, going back up to the monitor to see what the message was, to try and distract himself from what was so completely wrong with the world outside. So he could attempt to distract himself from the mass amount of zeppelins in the sky.

O.o.O.o.O

"I don't suppose we'll ever know if we actually succeeded. But at worst, we failed doing the right thing, as opposed to succeeding in doing the wrong." The Doctor speculated.

"Life and soul, you are." Clara replied, bemused.

"What is it actually called?" The taller of the other two Doctors in front of him asked as he moved around his other future self who wore the dicky bow.

"Well there's some debate; either No More, or Gallifrey Falls." The elder of his future selves explained. The Doctor was still trying to get his head around how his eldest future self could look so young, no wonder he acts like a child most of the time.

"Not very encouraging…" The Doctor put in.

"How did it get here?" His pinstriped incarnation asked.

"No idea." Said his eldest incarnation.

"There's always something we don't know isn't there!"

"One should certainly hope so." The Doctor cut in again as he stood up, "Well gentlemen, it has been, an honour. And a privilege."

"Likewise– " Began his pinstriped incarnation bowing his head.

"-Doctor" Finished his future self in the dicky bow, also doing a little bow.

The Doctor turned his head, surprised, but also amazed that he hadn't noticed that he was now calling himself the Doctor again. His face lighting up slightly as he realized that his future selves were accepting him as the Doctor, despite what their memories showed him doing, accepting him, and telling him that he was no longer a secret to them, and that they were proud to have been him once upon a time.

"And if I grow to be half the man that you are – Clara Oswald – I shall be very happy indeed" The Doctor said as he turned to face Clara.

"That's right, aim high!" She said smiling at him, getting up with a giggle as they kissed each other's cheek goodbye.

The Doctor began to turn away as he realized he wouldn't be able to remember his time with his future selves. "I won't remember this, will I?" He probed for confirmation.

His eldest self's smile faded slowly, "The time streams are out of sync. You can't retain it, no."

"So I won't remember trying to save Gallifrey, rather than burn it…I'll have to live with that." The Doctor said, more to himself than anyone, "But for now, for this moment, I am the Doctor again. Thank you." He said face lighting up again as he looked into the faces of his future. Who looked back at him smiling; understanding what that would mean to them back when they were in his body. The Doctor looked at the three TARDISes in the room, and then became confused.

"Which one is mine?" He asked, causing both of his future to look at the TARDISes unsure themselves, "Ah!" He said, working it out from the wear and tear of the paint. As he began walking over to his TARDIS and pushed the doors open, ignoring the sign which said 'PULL TO OPEN' on the other door, he saw out of the corner of his eye his eldest self laughing at their own expense.

As the door swung shut behind him, The Doctor chuckled to himself that one day, he would be both of those extraordinary men. Looking young as he went around, kissing monarchs from Earth history, but with more years than someone who looked as old as he himself did in his current body.

As he made his way to the console of his TARDIS, and pulled down the lever to dematerialize, hearing the wheezing noise that the time rotor made when he left the brakes on and smiling, remembering how happy he had felt in the instant he heard it while he had his hand on the button the Moment had created just for him, trying to hold onto that hope before forgetting it for 400 years.

Before he could press another control, his TARDIS lurched to the side, almost launching into the round things on the walls of the console room, but he managed to grab onto one of the coral pieces around the console.

"What's happening? Why are you doing that?" The Doctor asked the console as he was sent into it when the TARDIS lurched again. Then, as suddenly as it began, the TARDIS stopped moving, landing with a thud.

"Alright, we've landed, so where are we?" The Doctor asked the TARDIS as he made his way to the monitor, "Still in London, that's strange, normally you don't crash around as much for such short trips…and we haven't gone far in time, only a year. Now let's see, why did you bring me here? What is so special about London in 2014?"

The Doctor made his way to the doors, not noticing the blinking light on the monitor that indicated that he had received a message directly to the TARDIS.

Looking out the doors, concern grew on the Doctor's face, realizing that he was still able to recall the past few hours that he spent with his future selves, but was even more worried about the number of zeppelins in the sky over London.

"Hmm, I should probably see where those came from…" the Doctor muttered to himself as he closed the door behind him and began walking through the streets of London, deciding the best thing to do would be to get the day's paper, as that would shed some light onto what was different to what should be happening in London that year.

O.o.O.o.O

"Stand away from her, Rory." The Doctor ordered, face straining, as he knew there was nothing he could do. And that made him angry, very angry indeed.

"Why?" Rory asked emotionally, "No. And why?"

"Given what we've learned, I'll be as humane as I can, but I need to do this and you need to stand away!" The Doctor answered calmly at first, but his anger seeped through, his voice rising at the end.

Rory looked at Amy, who shook her head at him, practically begging him not to, and then looked back to the Doctor before slowly moved away from Amy, who was staring at him in disbelief. This was good, the Doctor thought, it meant that Rory was acknowledging that he trusted the Doctor to help her when he couldn't.

"No. Doctor, I am frightened. I'm properly, properly scared." Amy said; turning to look at the Doctor, desperate for comfort, still disbelief on her face that Rory had walked away from her when she needed him.

"Don't be. Hold on. We're coming for you." The Doctor said as words of comfort, trying to convey to her his conviction, his confidence, "I swear it. Whatever happens, however hard, however far, we will find you." The Doctor said as he rushed forward, placing a hand on her cheek, which she gratefully leaned into.

"I'm right here." Amy said, truly believing it, confusion across her face.

"No, you're not. You haven't been here for a long, long time." The Doctor said, removing his hand from Amy and taking a few steps back, slowly raising his sonic screwdriver.

"Oh no." Amy said as realization of what was happening crossed her face, showing understanding what the Doctor had been doing with the Flesh. Then, as she saw the green tip of the screwdriver light up, her body melted into a puddle of Flesh, which held no form.

"Doctor, what just happened?" Rory asked from behind him, standing on the glass steps up to the console.

The Doctor, not responding, walked up to the console head down, trying to control his rage at not having seen that Amy was a ganger immediately.

"Doctor! WHERE IS MY WIFE?" Rory shouted at him, grabbing his shoulder to force him to face him, having followed him up to the console.

"I don't know." The Doctor said quietly.

"What?" Rory said, obviously showing how angry he was, but not shouting anymore, just disbelieving of the Doctor's statement.

"I said I don't know where she is. But we will find her." The Doctor said back determinedly, beginning to move around the console again, flicking switches.

"How can you not know? Knowing is what you do, isn't it?" Rory probed, still gradually calming down so that while not showing how emotional he was, he just sounded cold, which was all too familiar for the Doctor.

"Rory, I can't know everything." The Doctor said, frustrated, but trying to keep his temper in check. They shouldn't be arguing what with Amy now being gone. It was going to take both of them to get her back; he knew that.

"Then what is the point of you?" Rory said coldly before storming off towards his and Amy's bedroom.

The Doctor looked after him, hurt by his comment, but knowing that he was just in shock, and that he was angry. The Doctor could sympathize with anger. He was angry. He was angry with himself, mostly. But he could remember plenty of times where his anger had resulted in people dying, or he himself nearly.

Rory's question made the Doctor think back on when Amy had said something much similar to him, of course that had been a dream, but it was shared. She really had asked him that same thing. It was amazing that even though Rory and Amy were so different, they were so similar in so many ways. That thought made the Doctor smile slightly, reminiscing as he was wont to do at his age, but quickly vanished as he remembered what he should be doing.

The Doctor knew he should explain to Rory everything that had happened properly. How he knew that Amy was Flesh, how long he estimated it had been since she had been taken, all of it, no secrets this time. So he began to walk towards Amy and Rory's bedroom, the TARDIS making the journey shorter for him, clearly agreeing with what he was about to do. And as he went to knock on the door, he heard whimpering. Placing his ear on the door, he knew it was Rory, which only made the Doctor feel even guiltier for not having realized the truth sooner. He should have told Rory the instant he worked it out. But of course, keeping secrets was what he did, especially the biggest ones he had, that could harm him if people knew. The Doctor raised his hand to knock on the door, when the TARDIS lurched, launching him into the wall of the corridor. He would have felt foolish, had he not heard Rory slam into the door of his bedroom at nearly the same time.

The door flew open, and Rory practically snorted at the sight of the Doctor, arms and legs looking tangled together against the wall, "What did you do now?" Rory asked, his grief turning to anger.

"Me? I didn't do anything! I was here!" The Doctor said, shocked at the accusation, but noting that Rory was angry with him for melting the ganger.

They took off down the corridor to the console room, being sent into each other a couple times as the TARDIS lurched from side to side. Then, as they reached the console room and began to make their way down the stairs, the shaking stopped, causing them both to trip and fall onto the glass floor.

The Doctor shot up, quickly pressing buttons to run diagnostic checks on the TARDIS, so that he could see what caused it to fly on its own, it didn't normally do that, least of all without the engines running.

The Doctor ran around to the monitor as soon as he stopped flicking switches and hitting parts of the console with a mallet. Looking at it, face quickly taking on a frown, he muttered under his breath; "No…no, no, no…we shouldn't be here. We can't be here."

"Can't be where, exactly?" Rory asked, having gotten up and moved around to see the monitor too.

"London. We're in London in 2014. And it's impossible." The Doctor replied, still trying to come up with a way that they could possibly have made it here as he began to walk towards the TARDIS doors.

"What's so impossible about London in 2014? It's only a couple years in the future!" Rory said, clearly showing that he was becoming frustrated at the Doctor not really explaining anything.

The Doctor turned around to face Rory, and said, "But not your London, a different London, a parallel one. We've crossed into another universe."

A look crossed Rory's face, showing him remembering having read about parallel worlds before, but knowing that it was impossible to do. Rory was clearly pondering how it could be done, so the Doctor opened the doors and stepped outside, looking up at the sky with a sigh.

"Doctor, how exactly is this possible?" Rory asked, clearly having given up trying to work it out, resigning himself to the fact that he did fly through time and space with an alien who was over 900 in a box that was bigger on the inside, and that really, nothing should be impossible to him now.

"That's the thing, Rory. I have no idea. The walls between realities have closed. I closed them, giving up the thing I loved most in the process." The Doctor replied, ice in his voice but not directed at Rory, directed at something that he couldn't quite pinpoint. Turning to go back into the TARDIS, Rory watched his back, wondering what was so special to the Doctor that could cause him to become so rude, well, ruder than normal at least.

"And what was that?" Rory asked, taking one more glance the zeppelins in the sky and back to the Doctor who had his hands on the console, staring into space.

"Rose." The Doctor responded honestly, "Rose Tyler."

Rory looked at the Doctor with a surprised expression. Normally the Doctor wasn't so open about his past. "And what exactly happened to her?"

"She saved the world. Twice, actually, when I think about it. Once in the battle of Canary Wharf, and then again when the Daleks stole the Earth along with another 26 other planets. Then I took her here. So she could live happily, with her mum, the analogue of her dad, her baby brother." The Doctor's voice broke, and he turned away from Rory so that he wouldn't see the tears in the Doctor's eyes.

Rory's eyes were wide, "That was you? You saved everyone when the Daleks stole the Earth?" Rory realized how silly it was to even ask that when the Doctor didn't respond. Rory himself had fought the Daleks; he knew the Doctor would never let them hurt the Earth. So of course he was the one to save it. "But doesn't that mean that you can see her again? She's out there somewhere, right?"

The Doctor looked over at Rory, seeing that he was trying to help the Doctor find happiness, even though he was in so much pain. Just like a Pond, the Doctor thought to himself. "She doesn't need me anymore, Rory." He said so quietly Rory strained himself to hear, before raising his voice and speaking with the same excitement he normally did, "But anyway, shall we have a bit of a wander, let's see what brought us here, eh?" He said, bounding over to the door and opening it, taking a step outside. "Well, Rory Pond," The Doctor said dramatically, "welcome to Pete's World."