Author's Note: This creation is the result of a friend's challenge to me, as a dissatisfied Doctor Who fan and a bit of a writer... The initial task was to rewrite the ending to Series 4 so we would feel happier with it. There were several aspects which left me personally, and possibly others, feeling a little... underwhelmed. Some things that maybe just didn't quite work. So I set about writing it how I'd have liked it. It didn't entirely go to plan though... as will become apparent, there is much about the finale that I didn't want to change, when I really thought about it. In fact, the changes full stop are minimal; this ultimately ended up an extended version of Journey's End with minor alterations. It essentially became "What I would like to see!" - with additional requests that there be more Jack airtime... As I say, I wrote it for a friend and for myself really, so there are some in-jokes and some bits that might go over everyone's heads. BUT she insisted that I should publicise it to see what other people thought. So here goes! Hope you like it. The entire thing is 13,000 words, but I'm posting in bits so I can be told whether to continue or not! :D Any feedback to this end or any other is greatly appreciated.
Also unfortunately, as way of a disclaimer; none of the characters are mine. Nor is the premise of Doctor Who or some parts of dialogue which have been directly lifted... All I can lay claim to are the weird additions and alterations. Thank ye.

This was how life was supposed to be. The TARDIS brimmed with life, purring contentedly as the crew piloted Earth back home. The Doctor had never been more proud; of his ship, of his crew... of his friends. No, his family. Every segment of the console was manned, and with people to spare. As Team TARDIS shared the joy of the experience, The Doctor carefully guided them through the flight. DoctorDonna and BlueDoctor drifted about offering words of encouragement. Donna shamelessly flirted with Jack; "That's really good Jack. I think you're the best!" The New Doctor shamelessly eyed up Rose.

This was a problem that was going to take some solving, but now was not the time for it. It was a time for revelling in the friendship, while it was still possible. The planet behind clunked into position with the satisfying precision of a gearstick slotting into place - (Well, aside from in the case of third gear when Mr Tennant was driving a "reasonably priced car" recently!) The group erupted into cheers and claps; laughter the predominant sound.

"Back of the net!" shouted Mickey, punching the air.

"Molto bene!" New Doctor cheered.

Everyone jumped into each other's arms. Even those who had only just met embraced like siblings and lifelong friends. In that moment, not one of them wanted to be anywhere else.

Yet they all knew it couldn't last.

The Doctor knew better than anyone that however much his people loved him, they'd soon go back to their lives, and he'd be left to travel on, alone, weary as ever.

Not yet, though. He had to hold onto them that bit longer. When the embraces had ceased, but before anybody had a chance to consider the next step, The Doctor spoke up.

"Right then! Well done team! Who's for dinner? Dinner? Dinner sounds good to me. Where shall we go? Cardiff? Florence? Jupiter! Thirty-third century Jupiter! Fantastic cuisine!"

With the trademark raving, the others knew he was set. BlueDoctor was grinning and bouncing, clearly enthused by the idea, but Jack and Sarah-Jane exchanged sceptical glances and Martha nudged Rose, gesturing with her eyes that she should be the one to speak up. Rose took a rallying breath and went to the side of BrownDoctor.

"Uh, Doctor?" She took his arm and spoke gently. "Dinner sounds... fantastic..." - they shared a nostalgic smile at the word - "but it's been a long day. How's about something... low-key?"

"I can cook!" Jack suggested, eagerly.

"No!" Mickey protested more than anyone expected. "I've heard about your naked chef antics! I don't want to risk... that! I'll do it!"

"I'll help!" Martha too was surprisingly enthused.

The Doctor looked around him, seeking an ally in the dispute. Only BlueDoctor was still grinning, like a wound-up child on his birthday. In fairness, it was his birthday. There was still something sinister about him though, regardless of his smiling exuberance and blatant prettiness.

"Oh, alright then!" The Doctor sighed, defeated, as he set the controls to land somewhere in Britain. "I'll let you loose on my stores..." As ever he was reluctant to play at domestication, but if he wanted his humans to linger, sacrifice was necessary. It would, after all, be the first of many that evening.

"Stay away from the purple, bubbling stuff," Jack warned with a sickened look, as Martha and Mickey departed towards the kitchen. "And my 'Kiss the Cook' hat should still be under the sink!" Donna raised her eyebrows suggestively at Jack's last comment and he winked at her. "Anything for a ginga!" he beamed, and fleetingly planted a smacker on her lips. Dumbstruck, she grinned, and then sunk into a chair.

"You lot and your love-ins make me sick!" Jackie protested. "Doctor? You got a phone on this thing? I should check in with Pete."

"Yeah, I'll come with you Mum," Rose departed The Doctor's side with a squeeze of his hand. He frowned slightly, and looked up to see his double frowning harder at the gesture.

The two men in suits came face to face, both furrowing their identical brows as BrownDoctor put his hands in his pockets and BlueDoctor folded his arms defensively. Jack spotted the confrontation, Sarah-Jane gave him an understanding look and Donna smiled up at him, oblivious. Dragging her to her feet, he and Sarah-Jane led DoctorDonna away from her male counterpart and his uninspired original.

"You resent me," BlueDoctor stated, in a matter-of-fact way, as soon as the faithful companions had left the scene. "But... you are me!"

"No. You're me. And yet, you're not. You should understand, if you think as I do. You're... wrong. You're brand new. That just shouldn't be."

"But I have your memories! Your thought processes... your feelings. I can feel it all too!"

"I know. And I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for that."

"I saved the universe! I came into being because you needed me. And I saved all the universes out there, reality itself!"

"At what cost? You committed genocide."

"Ohh I've done it before! In my mind. In your mind. You've done it; that's how I knew we could."

"No!" BrownDoctor spun away, running his hands through his hair, ravaging it more than it already had been by the day's events and Jack's embrace. He sighed deeply, thinking hard. "Just... go. You may look like me, sound like me, think like me... but we're not the same man. Go and acquaint yourself with my friends." He swallowed down the painful realisation. "Our friends," he winced. The Doctor couldn't even look at himself.

Reluctantly, BlueDoctor moved on, but afforded his original a final cutting remark.
"I know you don't like it, but you have to learn to cope with me. To cope with yourself. You can't erase me now."

The two Doctors shook their heads in unison, and the Blue-Suited version departed, consciously smoothing his hair down as he went.

BlueDoctor did not straightaway seek a friend. He had to come to terms with this feeling. Wandering through the nether-regions of the TARDIS, through rooms he knew already despite this body never visiting them, he contemplated rejection. It wasn't common in The Doctor's memory, but from the times it had been experienced, it stung fiercely. Donna's refusal to come with him the first time, Martha leaving because he didn't love her, and worst, The Master choosing death over life by his side. It wasn't a comfortable feeling. He was used to being adored, followed and respected... Now he was being shunned. Well, he was shunning himself.

It made no sense. Having felt the pain of abandonment too many times in recent years, how could he be willing to inflict it on himself? Perhaps that was the problem. He was he, but without the curse of the Time Lord. With a limited lifespan, the New Doctor needn't experience the hardship of loss and rejection. He was threatened, even jealous, the two-hearted Doctor.

So what was going to happen?

"What does he expect me to do?" BlueDoctor asked the emptiness. "I can't stay with him resenting me. I can't have a life of my own as a Time Lord. So, what? Ship me off to Cardiff to be Jack's plaything?!" He laughed at this bizarre thought, before shaking his head and jogging hastily to a staircase. As he reached the top and was faced with Rose and her mother on a sofa by a fire, a jolt of pain hit him for his Brown-suited counterpart. Of course he knew what the obvious solution was, and that it was too the most likely one. It hurt him though, on behalf of his other self. How either of them would ever come to terms with it was a challenge he could not comprehend. Hopefully the original Doctor had a stronger stomach for it, or at least a higher tolerance for heartache.