Author's Note: So, I started writing this awhile ago,mright after I first watched The Day if the Doctor. I was kind of disappointed that Billie was in it as Bad Wolf instead of Rose Tyler, so I figured, hey, why not rewrite it? So here's the Day of the Doctor Rewrite, featuring Rose Tyler as Rose Tyler, River Song as the interface of The Moment, and Queen Elizabeth I as not Ten's wife.
Clara Oswald was erasing her chalkboard after the school day had ended when Tom rushed in, out of breath.
"You been running?" Clara asked.
Tom nodded. "Yeah. There was a call in the office. Something about…your doctor?"
A smile grew on Clara's face. She stayed facing the chalkboard so Tom didn't see. "Did he leave an address?"
Tom nodded again.
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When Clara reached the TARDIS, she noticed something different about it. It no longer said 'Police Public Call Box' on top and the sign had changed.
Clara parked her motorcycle and walked into the TARDIS. "Doctor?"
"What?" The Eleventh Doctor looked up from the book he was reading.
"The words on the sign-they've changed."
Eleven frowned. There was only one other time that had ever happened. "What do they say?"
"Bad Wolf."
Eleven looked up at Clara, a look of surprise on his face. "What?"
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The Tenth Doctor rode his horse out of the TARDIS, Queen Elizabeth I behind him. "ALLONS-Y! What did I tell you, Your Majesty? Bigger on the inside!"
"Well the door isn't," Elizabeth laughed. "You nearly took my head off! It's normally me who does that."
Ten shrugged. "Well…"
Ten set up a picnic.
"Tell me, Doctor, why I'm wasting my time on you. I have wars to plan, you know," Elizabeth said.
"You have picnic to eat," Ten wanted off the topic of wars.
"You could help," Elizabeth suggested.
"Well, I'm helping you eat the picnic." Ten didn't like the idea of helping anyone plan a war. Not even…well, it doesn't matter.
"But you have a stomach for war," Elizabeth pointed out. "This face has seen conflict. It's clear as day."
"Oh, I've seen conflict like you wouldn't it wasn't this face," Ten decided not to mention the conflict that his current face had seen. "But never mind that, Your Majesty. Up on your feet! Up, up!" Ten jumped up and pulled up Elizabeth.
"How dare you?! I'm the Queen of England." Elizabeth exclaimed.
"I'm not English. Elizabeth-" Ten was cut off by a 'ding'.
"What is that?"
Ten pulled out some machine. "It's a machine…that goes ding."
"Well why is it doing that?"
"Because you're a Zygon?" Ten suggested.
"A what?"
"A Zygon, you know, red thing with suckers on it's body? Wait. Why am I telling you what a Zygon looks like! You are a Zygon!"
"Wrong again, my love. The 'Zygon' appears to be where your horse was."
Ten spun around to find that his horse had turned into a Zygon. A Zygon that was coming towards him and Elizabeth.
"RUN!"
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The War Doctor shifted the bag he was carrying over his shoulder. He knew what he had to do. He had to do it. Had to. There was no other choice. There couldn't have been.
But there had to be.
The War Doctor stopped as the barn came into view. He remembered something. A quote? Maybe. A dream? Most likely.
'One day, you are going to come back to this barn. And you are going to be very scared indeed.'
Well, the War Doctor was very scared. The dream was right. He had promised himself that he would never come back to this barn.
He didn't want anyone to know that the "big, bad, Time Lord" was afraid of the dark.
But it was okay, right? The dream said that it was okay to be afraid. It wasn't like the War Doctor had another option.
He shifted his bag again and continued walking.
When he reached the barn, he locked the door. He set the bag down and pulled the box-shaped item out. He began messing with it, trying to figure out how to make it work. By this point, the Gallifreyan Council had surely figured out that he had stolen it. He didn't have much time.
"Now…how do you work?" He wondered aloud. "Why is there never a big red button?"
The War Doctor thought he heard someone knock on the door. Despite the fact that it was probably some other Time Lord he was about to burn, the War Doctor felt compelled to open the door.
"Hello?! Is someone there?"
No one was there.
It's just the wind, he told himself. Just the wind. There's nothing in the dark.
"It's nothing. It's just a wolf."
He turned around to find someone sitting on the weapon he stole.
"Don't sit on that!" He took her arm and lead her to the door.
"Why not?"
"Because it's not a chair! It's the most dangerous weapon in the universe!"
The War Doctor turned around to find her sitting on the weapon again.
"Why can't it be both?"
The War Doctor jumped a little bit, surprised to find here there again.
"Why did you park so far away? Didn't you want her to see it?"
"Want who to see?" The War Doctor asked. He had no one. No companion. Not anymore.
"TARDIS," she whispered. "You walked for miles. And miles and miles and miles and-"
"I was thinking-"
"I heard you."
"You heard me?" The War Doctor asked, confused.
"No more," she said. "No more, no more, no more, no-"
"Stop it!" The War Doctor had to clear his head. For a minute, it felt like he was back in the war, carving 'NO MORE' Into the wall.
"No more."
"Who are you?"
The girl just looked at him.
The Moment whirred.
"It's activating! Get out of here!" The War a Doctor went to pick it up, but pulled back when it seemed to burn him. "Ow!"
"What's wrong?"
"The interface is hot."
"Well I do my best," she smirked.
"There's a power source inside…" The War Doctor stopped and looked up at the girl. " "You're the interface?"
"They must have told you The Moment had a conscience? Hello! Oh…look at you. Stuck between a girl and a box. Story of your life, hey Doctor?"
"You know me?" The War Doctor asked.
"I hear you. All of you. Jangling around in that dusty old head of yours. I chose this face and form especially for you."
The War Doctor just looked at the interface.
"It's from your past. …Must be your future, I always get those two mixed up…"
The War Doctor shook his head. "I don't have a future."
The interface ignored him. "I think I'm called…Melody…Pond? No…yes…no, hold on. No, in this form…I'm called…River Song. …Are you afraid of the Big Bad Wolf, Doctor?"
"What does the Bad Wolf have to do with any of this?"
"It has everything to do with all of this, Doctor."
"Stop calling me Doctor," the War Doctor ordered.
"That's the name in your head," Interface-River said.
The War Doctor looked down. "It shouldn't be. I've been fighting this war for a long time. I lost the right to be the Doctor."
"And you're the one to save us all."
"Yeah," the War Doctor muttered bitterly.
"If I ever develop an ego, you've got the job."
"If you have been inside my head, then you know what I've seen. The suffering. Every moment in time and space is burning. It must end. And I intend to end it the only way I can."
"And you're going to use me to end it," Interface-River said. "By killing them all. Daleks and Time Lords alike. I could. But there will be consequences for you."
"I have no desire to survive this," the War a Doctor stated simply.
"Then that's your punishment," Interface-River decided. "If you do this—if you kill them all—then that's the consequence. You live." Her voice trailed off.
The War Doctor shook his head, not wanting her to continue.
"Gallifrey, you're going to burn it. And all those Daleks with it. But all those children too. How many children on Gallifrey right now?"
The War Doctor shrugged helplessly. "I don't know."
"One day you will count them," Interface-River assured him. "One terrible night. Do you want to see what that will turn you into?"
The War Doctor shook his head again, dreading the worst.
"Come on. Aren't you curious? I'm opening windows on your future. A tangle in time through the days to come, to the man today will make of you."
A Time Portal had opened.
Interface-River and the War Doctor watched as a fez fell out.
"Okay," Interface-River looked at the fez. "I suppose that would be my husband's…"