FOR CLARIFICATION! While this is set right after The Day of the Doctor, for Ten's timeline I've decided that him being with the Queen takes place right after Voyage of the Damned. It helps the story make more sense.

Please take it easy on me, this is my first fic! I'm also American so some things may be weird. If I make mistake please let me know! (politely)

The Doctor sat in his TARDIS, contemplating the goings on of the day, several of which were making his mind buzz. He knew he could hold onto this memory until he traveled, and until he figured out what exactly it was that was causing such confusion, he would not move a muscle. He suddenly stood and began pacing. It was something about the statis, the Gallifrey Falls painting. He knew that the statis paintings had been contained in glass, but had he seen glass on that particular painting?

Suddenly, it clicked and the Doctor ran out, his trainers complaining with a loud squeak. He burst through the doors, shocking his "eleventh" incarnation and the curator. Without saying a word he walked up to the painting and examined it closely.

"Before the Zygons got through, was there glass on the other paintings?" he asked his future incarnation, knowing the answer but needing the confirmation.

"Yes, why -" Before the questions could be finished, the information reached his brain and his eyes widened. "That's impossible," said Eleven.

"There were no Zygons in this painting, it was sealed before they could get to it. There's no other way. If it was smashed from our side the painting would become flawed. It was hit from the inside out."

"Which means they're here? But they can't be, we would know."

The curator listened to the conversation, more than slightly puzzled. Both Doctors began pacing, mumbling nonsense to themselves as they tried to figure it out. Suddenly, one stopped, his trainers once again complaining at the sudden movement with another loud squeak.

"Unless they escaped. They know we're here, in this world. They don't like that. I remember saying ..." Suddenly, he stopped. He had to. If he wanted ownership of this small adventure, he was going to have to leave now. "Maybe I'm wrong," he suddenly said, confusing his future self.

"How could you be wrong?" But before he could get an answer, Eleven watched his counterpart walk back to his TARDIS, shoulders slumped. He shook his head at himself, now just as puzzled as the poor curator. "I always do that."

Back in his TARDIS, the Doctor debated with himself on what he should do. He knew that as soon as he left this moment in time, he would lose all memory of what just happened. He suddenly wished he had a companion with him. After Martha and then Astrid, he'd purposely gone back to figure out what he had done to Queen Elizabeth, just as a distraction. There was no way he'd take that woman anywhere with him. He shuddered when remembering that he had actually married her.

Where could he go that would allow him to investigate something of this nature? He was beginning to get frustrated and hopeless and, like many other times when he felt this exact emotion, he thought of Rose. He wished she were here. Then, suddenly, he got it.

He input his destination and the TARDIS willingly obliged, for once. It hummed and groaned, disappearing from 2013 and going back to 2007, where he had run from who knows how long ago. He calmly leaned back, closing his eyes, and the TARDIS landed smoothly. Yet now, when he re-opened his eyes, he felt confused and slightly dizzy. He felt he needed to remember something, but couldn't remember what. He also didn't know where he was. Best way to find out was to go explore!

Opening the door to the TARDIS he was suddenly overcome with grief when taking in his surroundings. He had landed in the basement of that department store he had first visited back in 2005, which seemed like lifetimes ago. He stepped out and walked among the various store mannequins, eyeing them warily as he slowly walked down the dark corridor.

He came to a sudden stop by a heavy-looking door next to some still-broken pipes. He let out a heavy sigh, running his hand along the rust covered expanse, and remembering the first time he had reached for her hand right here. Still confused as to how he got here, he suddenly looked down to find a banana lying on its side.

"Ooh," he smiled happily, reaching down and picking it up. It seemed fresh as he sniffed it cautiously. He reached out his tongue, touching the peel with it, testing to find its age. Can't let a perfectly good banana go to waste.

Two days.

His brows furrowed as he looked once again at his surroundings. Judging by the large amount of dust and flickering lights, it seemed as if no one had been down here in weeks. What was a fresh banana, only two days past ripeness, doing down here? Suddenly, he caught a white piece of paper on the ground not two feet away. Reaching down to pick it up, his eyes widened and his hearts almost stopped. The paper read,

I need your help, Doctor. Love, Rose.