Okay, I know I REALLY shouldn't be writing this considering I'm in the middle of two and a half other Doctor Who stories (I say "and a half" because I'm not sure if I should end A Memory To Last A Lifetime or not, please complete the poll on my profile page and read the fic if you haven't!), but I had this idea and I REALLY wanted to write it. Yeah, I know I've already written a Rose!amnesia fic, but I really like that topic so deal with it. Please and thank yous. Oh! And I really apologize for those of you who aren't big on dialogue. It's sort of my thing. Angst too, that's also my thing.

Also! Fic information! Tentoo does NOT exist. The last time the Doctor saw Rose was his tenth self right before he met Donna. Somehow he regenerated, but Rose was still trapped in Pete's World. She never saw him again. Also, the Ponds did NOT get thrown back in time by the Weeping Angels. They just decided to live a normal life, but they still are good friends that keep in touch with the Doctor.

"Doctor, don't worry about it, it's going to be fine! She loves you, right? So she always will, no matter what."

"Amelia Pond, I really hope you're right."

The Doctor was talking to his former Scottish companion via inter-universe telephones, courtesy of Telcom Inc. They owed the Doctor after ridding their company's headquarters of Vashta Nerada. Prior to receiving the phones, the Doctor had found a crack in time, one small enough to fit one person- just one- but not a whole machine. Not yet, anyway. The Doctor was determined to keep that crack open, and to open it just a smidgen wider, just wide enough to let two people in; the Doctor, and one Rose Tyler. Unfortunately, the Universe decided to play with the Doctor again. Rose probably wouldn't even know who he was! After all, his hair was different, his clothes were different, and his face was different. He was no longer the tenth Doctor that had lost Rose at the battle of Canary Wharf, but he was now the eleventh Doctor, a version of him that Rose had yet to see. And he was scared out of his right mind that she wouldn't still love this model.

"Of course I'm right. Now shut up, and go get the girl you love! Good luck, Doctor!"

The Doctor smiled as he heard a soft "Yeah, g'luck" coming from Rory, before the line was cut. He straightened his bow tie as he pulled his psychic paper out of his pocket and flashed it to the security guard standing in front of the school.

"I must say, Doctor Smith, you have by far the most advanced list of experience we've ever seen!"

"Why, thank you, Mrs. Rudford. And you can call me the Doctor."

Joan Rudford blushed and playfully whacked the Doctor on the arm.

"Well, then, Doctor, you can call me Ms. Joan Rudford. Ms., as in single."

The Doctor's eyes widened.

"No, no, Mrs. Rudford, I'm really not interested in a relationship right now, actually, I've got my sights set on a certain someone already, and I... Well, really, I can't."

Joan looked saddened, but maintained her posture and expression and continued to speak professionally with the Doctor.

"Nevertheless, we'd still love to have you teach at our school. We have a spot open in A levels, regular teacher, is that alright with you?"

"Yes! That's wonderful, thank you very much. When can I get started?"

"Tomorrow is the first day of classes. Are you okay to start then?"

The Doctor absolutely beamed at Joan.

"Tomorrow is utterly... Fantastic! Woah, I haven't used that in a while, now have I? No, no, you wouldn't know, but that's okay! Oh, Joan, I could kiss you!"

Joan grinned broadly.

"But I won't," the Doctor quickly added. Joan nodded and promptly left the room. The Doctor started to punch and kick the air, performing a short victory dance, and then he pulled the Telcom phone out of his pocket and dialled a number.

"'Ello?" Answered Rory with a sleepy voice.

"Rory! It's the Doctor!"

"AMY!" Screamed Rory on the other line. "IT'S THE DOCTOR!"

"Put it on speaker! Hello, Doctor! What's happened since we last chatted?"

The Doctor laughed.

"Well, I've gotten a job at the nearby school-"

"Oh! That's the one-"

"Yes, and I'm teaching A levels-"

"Oh! That's the one-"

"Yes, and I'm starting tomorrow!"

"OH! Doctor, good for you! It's gonna be great, I can feel it."

"Ponds, I am going to need your support."

Rory finally started talking, as the Doctor was sure Amy had been hogging the phone.

"No problem, Doctor, just one thing."

"What's that, Rory?"

"I'm not a Pond! I'm a Williams!"

"Of course you are, Rory Pond. Alright, I'll talk to the two of you tomorrow, yeah?"

Amy spoke again.

"Yeah, Doctor, talk to you tomorrow. Bye!"

"Bye, Ponds!"

Rory got in the last couple of words.

"I'm not a-"

But Amy had hung up the phone before he could finish his complaint. The Doctor walked out of the room smiling to himself. He couldn't wait for tomorrow.

Sorry for the über short chapter, but I'm doing a double update. I just didn't feel like this chapter would go very well with the next part. Don't worry, you'll get a better cliffhanger in the next chapter. Maybe. Shut up, it's past 12:00.