Now I know where I'm going. Home, the long way round.
There the Doctor stood. Gazing up at his home planet surrounded by all his previous selves. He knew where he was destined to go, Gallifrey, not Trenzalore. His tenth and previous incarnation looked at him and smiled. The Eleventh Doctor glanced at the War Doctor finally accepting him as one of himself. He looked back up at the mighty orange planet smiling before he heard a voice.
"Doctor!" Clara said rousing his attention away from his daydream. "The TARDIS has landed."
"Right then Clara," The Doctor said cheerfully, "off you pop. I'll see you at Christmas then" They embraced before Clara ran out of the TARDIS with the Doctor smiling as she left. When Clara was out of sight, the Doctor walked over to the console and dematerialised the TARDIS. Suddenly the whole room shook and the TARDIS was suddenly drawn off course. As he staggered out he saw some strange overworked computer broadcasting an impossible signal. CALLING THE DOCTOR.
"I'm the Doctor," he said to the machine. "I'm here, who is this?"
"You're the Doctor?" A strangely familiar voice questioned. "Fantastic!"
The Doctor turned around and saw a tall man with short black hair wearing a worn out leather jacket with a scarf and waistcoat smiling back at him. He was looking into the eyes of the Ninth Doctor.
The War Doctor had stepped into his TARDIS after saving Gallifrey rather than burning it. He could still remember his adventures with two of his future selves, but he wouldn't remember for much longer. Suddenly his hands started glowing with golden energy.
"Of course," He muttered, "I suppose it makes sense. Wearing a bit thin." He took a few steps away from the console as the golden energy started to cover his face. "I hope the ears are a bit less conspicuous this time." He smiled as the energy fully engulfed him and with his arms outstretched his body began to repair itself, his aged face became much younger, his grey hair turned dark brown and became much shorter, his brown eyes turned blue and his nose and ears grew significantly.
"I am the Doctor again," were this new incarnations first words. The Time War was over and the universe had a doctor again. "Fantastic." But his enjoyment of this new body was short lived as an impossible signal drew the TARDIS off course, whatever his course may have been. CALLING THE DOCTOR. But who or what was calling him and how? As his TARDIS materialised onto a 48th century space station he overheard someone say. "I'm the Doctor. I'm here, who is this?" The Ninth Doctor walked to have a closer look and saw a tall man with a dark brown quiff wearing a brown coat and black trousers. He approached this man that claimed to be him and asked, "You're the Doctor? Fantastic!"
