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Clara and her Doctor sit on a clean white bench in the clean white room, their hands interlaced. They had looked for a long time at the painting that now meant so much more than just paint on a canvas, but that's what all works of art are. They were stories, moments in time preserved on a piece of white canvas. And now, Gallifrey, his home was in the painting. It was his sliver of hope.
"Do you know where the other two are? Their tea is going to get cold." Clara said glancing over at the untouched China teacups, realizing the Doctor's younger incarnations were not there.
The familiar wheezing sound of the TARDIS was heard as two identical blue boxes appeared in an alley next to the art museum where the eleventh incarnation had brought Gallifrey. Exiting his TARDIS, the tenth Doctor realized he had parked it so the door was against a wall.
"Oh blimey… I have really got to stop doing this." He muttered, looking out of the small crack in the door. Just like the day he had taken Rose to the Olympics… Rose…
Re-parking his TARDIS, Ten walked out to the War Doctor shaking his head.
"You know, I am older than you are." Ten huffed as he realized they were in an alley. "I don't think we're in the right place." Walking over to the window, Ten sees Clara and Eleven holding hands looking at the painting. Then, the two face each other. Ten watches as their faces inch together until Clara grabs his suspenders pulling the bow tie donning alien's lips to her own.
"What is going on today?" The pinstriped Doctor muses, moving away from the window so the war doctor can see the scene. Of course they both noticed how close Clara and The Doctor were throughout the day with all of the unnecessary hand holding and touching, but Ten remembers when he was very much like that with Rose.
"I could ask you the same. You married Queen Elizabeth today." The frail looking man says.
"Well… Yeah." Ten answers scratching the back of his neck remembering about Elizabeth… He just married Queen Elizabeth… Pretty sure that isn't supposed to happen in history.
"We should go check up on the young ones. Wouldn't want them to enjoy themselves too much." The war doctor tells the taller Time Lord as he walks over to his TARDIS, his hand beginning to inhabit a familiar yellow glow.
"How does he move on?" Ten wonders, looking once more at the couple in the room. His hearts are still mending from leaving Rose behind.
"Doctor, sometimes the easiest things to do are forget about the ghosts of our past. The hardest thing is moving on. But we all have a time to accept what's coming and not wait around for things to happen… I think my time is coming quite soon." The War Doctor says, noticing a familiar sensation, his whole body beginning to close down and start again.
The two TARDIS' materialize in the room as Clara and The Doctor pull apart, a smug grin creeping up on his face.
"You know, maybe the TARDIS is a snog box." Clara says teasingly, the TARDIS flashing her lights in annoyance. That thing has more personality than Angie, and that's saying a lot.
"Well, I wouldn't mind if it was." The Doctor says as his two younger selves step out of their blue boxes. Both of them look at the older doctor and Clara, her hair disheveled and his bowtie crooked.
Straightening his bow tie, he looks at the two.
"Care for some tea?"
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