The Curator slowly walked through the halls of the Underground Vault to his office. He opened his mind and smiled when he detected the faintest trace of his oldest friend and partner in crime. She would sense his time line and presence soon enough. If ever there was a wibbly-wobbly ball of timey whimeyness this was it. He thought gleefully as he rubbed his hands together in anticipation. And since he and his younger self were responsible, he intended to thoroughly enjoy the moment.

His young assistant Osgood walked into his office. "You asked me to inform you when the Doctor returned sir. " She said hesitantly. The Curator was one of the oldest and most mysterious position(s)/person(s) in UNIT. She was in awe of the old man. He was one of the few who always treated her kindly. He even gave her the scarf. Her co-workers had scoffed at her, but she adored it. She wore it since it pleased him, and somehow pleasing him pleased her

He raised his head. Osgood smiled at the look of mischievous joy in his eyes and on his face.

"Ah. I see they are. Thank you Osgood."

He knew he would see Clara first, The Impossible Girl. She lived and died in all his time streams. It would be good to meet the companion who gave so much that this moment was possible.

He rose stiffly. This old body was the result of the Time War finally resolving itself correctly The time lines finally converging correctly. It had been intensely painful getting here, and he intended to give his younger self the hope and joy that had been absent for so long. His younger self in this body had been unable to commit genocide all those years ago on Skaro. It wouldn't have mattered anyway he knew now. The time lines had to play out as it was destined to do. He knew that now. Still that was little comfort to his more recent incarnations that had suffered horribly. It was only right he mused that he fix it now in the same body that started it. Time lines were funny things twisting and turning as they did.

He felt the twinge at the back of his mind as he made his way toward Clara. The TARDIS had registered his presence. She projected bewilderment, surprise, and shock. Curiosity turned to suspicion then demand. He promised it would all be answered if she would trust him for just a few minutes more. She harrumphed she had heard that before.

He laughed freely into her mind. "Some things never change old friend." He thought wryly.

She ran the time lines and realized what it all meant. Her thief , they , he, all of them had done it. The time lords were alive! She would have danced about if she could. He was here! He was here and oh how she had missed this him. The overactive child who found such joy in simply being. The body was aged but his mind oh that wonderful mind. She heard a shush from him when he realized she wanted to tell her present thief. She sang into his mind she would keep his secret. Oh this felt so good after so long. The Curator mentally laughed agreeing with one of his oldest friends.

The Curator walked around the corner knowing Clara would be there. He remembered her flashing through his time stream actually all his time streams He recalled it as one might remember an old fond memory. It was vague, Still he knew she was important and he fully intended to take this opportunity. He doubted it would come again.

Clara experienced the most incredible sense of de javu . Did she remember this from the past or as something from the future. That was the annoying part she thought wryly of throwing one's self into a timelord's time stream, especially one with so many memories and regenerations. Clara stopped dead in shock as she saw the old man in the hall. It was impossible but oh did she know this man. It was impossible . It couldn't be, but here he was. She gaped at him. She remembered those eyes. Things were so vague with so many time streams, but those eyes. It was impossible to forget those eyes that lit from the inside out. My God it really was him

"Ah Clara Oswin Oswald we finally meet or is it again?"

That deep voice wrapped around her just as she remembered or thought she did.

" Hoo-How..." Clara stammered.

The Curator smiled. "Time streams my dear...time streams. Amazingly timey- whimey things time streams." He grinned at her and Clara just knew everything would be OK

"Doc.."

He shook his head interrupting and placed a finger to her lips.

"Curator, I'm the Curator." He answered and then tapped her nose.

Clara recovered quickly. "Of course, time lines and all. It wouldn't do to have two of you zipping about the place."

His eyes twinkled hinting something good." As you say time lines. Endless parallel universes with so many possibilties...so many possibilities don't you know."

It took Clara a second to understand what he was implying. She stared at him then her eyes popped as she understood. She smiled until she thought her face would break. He grinned in return.

" We did it!" She exclaimed as she ran to hug him.

The Curator waved his hands at the noise, while somehow staying upright despite Clara's enthusiastic hug.

" Shhh." He hissed harshly.

"Sorry." She whispered about ready to burst with excitement.

He chuckled slightly as he released her. "No harm I think." He appeared to listen for a moment and then smiled. Yes, his younger self was coming. Good time to close this loop, and give the lad a new purpose. Something to run toward instead of something to run from. Now wouldn't that be a change.

"Be a dear and do a favor for an old man." He winked as she laughed. "Run ahead and be sure that Doctor of yours doesn't run away until I say hello. Hate to be rude you know."

Clara laughed. " Which old man?" She teased him.

He chuckled softly as she bounced off to find the Doctor.

"Which old man indeed." The Curator smiled to himself greatly looking forward to the encounter.