A/N: Yay for happy muses! I'm actually making far more progress on this than I thought I would be. Now, this is the last chapter before I start writing episodes, I promise (although I may or may not throw out a couple episodes that I don't like, no promises there). Should be a bit longer, but still not as long as further chapters will hopefully be. The episodes are going to take me a bit longer to write than these chapters will, but at the rate my muse is moving I won't be surprised if I write a lot shorter than that. Time between posts is subject to change without notice. Alright, enough of me, time to get to our story!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except the Dreamer.

Chapter 3: The End of Time

"Don't let me stop you," the Dreamer said to the stunned Time Lords. "Go on, back to whatever it was you were doing." The Doctor stared at her like she was mad. Maybe she was. "Well? Come on, now, big exciting confrontation? Big white gate-y thingy? A Whitepoint Star and a madman? Ooh, I sound like you now, Theta. That's weird. I've got a gob! Ooh, by the way, yes, it's me, Arkytior. Hello! Now, carry on."

"…Right," the Doctor said dazedly.

"But this is fantastic, isn't it? The Time Lords restored," the Master commented uncertainly, staring at the Doctor.

"You weren't there in the final days of the War," the Doctor responded harshly. "You never saw what was born. But if the Timelock's broken, then everything's coming through. Not just the Daleks, but the Skaro Degradations, the Horde of Travesties, the Nightmare Child, the Could've-been King with his army of Meanwhiles and Neverweres. The War turned into Hell. And that's what you've opened, right above the Earth. Hell is descending."

"My kind of world," the Master answered flippantly, but the Dreamer could see a flash of fear in his eyes.

"Just listen! Because even the Time Lords can't survive that," the Doctor said, trying to reach his one-time friend.

"We will initiate the Final Sanction. The end of time will come at my hand. The rupture will continue until it rips the Time Vortex apart," Rassilon interjected.

"That's suicide!" the Master exclaimed, horrified. "You can't!"

"We will ascend to become creatures of consciousness alone. Free of these bodies, free of time, of cause and effect, while creation itself ceases to be," Rassilon continued. The Dreamer was aghast. The fact that the Lord President could be so blind and foolish was a bit overwhelming. As his words sank in, the Dreamer felt the Wolf within her stir. She let it out of its cage.

"No more," the Wolf announced, her voice echoing throughout the room. "This shall not come to pass. Time is eternal and protected. You foolish Time Lords, thinking you can control the universe."

"What are you? And who are you to challenge my authority? I am the Lord President of Gallifrey! I am the authority over Time!"

"You are tiny. I am the Bad Wolf, and I am the highest authority. I am the Goddess of Time. I create myself. You have no power over me. This shall not be changed. Gallifrey must burn." The Wolf turned her golden gaze to the Whitepoint Star. "All things must come to dust. Everything dies. The Time War ends." With a wave of her hand, the diamond disintegrated into gold dust.

"No! You can't do this!" Rassilon shouted as he was sent back into the Timelock. "No!"

"Back into Hell, Rassilon!" the Doctor raged.

The Time Lords were gone. The Wolf turned her attention to the Diseased One. He had hurt her Heart, and her Mate, both. He was utterly mad. And this body was dying. "Be free from the madness, Koschei," the Wolf said, her eyes flaring bright gold. The Master gasped as the sound faded.

"I'm free…" he whispered faintly. "Thank you…" his voice trailed off and he fell to the ground, dead. A smile was on his face, a true smile, not twisted by his madness.

The Doctor looked around, confused. "I'm alive. There were four—"

Knock, knock, knock, knock

The Doctor paled when he realized that Wilf had trapped himself in the radiation chamber.

"Look, just leave me. I'm an old man," Wilf told him sadly.

"Ok, right then, I will. Because you just had to go in there, didn't you? You had to go and get stuck, oh yes. Because that's who you are, Wilfred. You were always this. Waiting for me, all this time. Look at you. Not remotely important. But me? I could do SO MUCH MORE!" the Doctor raged, tears on his cheeks. "So much more. But this is what I get. This is my reward… and it's NOT FAIR! Oh. Oh, I've lived too long."

"No, no, please don't, Doctor," Wilf pleaded. The Doctor had made up his mind, however.

"Wilfred Mott, it is my honour. Better be quick. One, two, three," and the Doctor stepped inside the radiation chamber, letting Donna Noble's grandfather out. The Dreamer hurried over to Wilf, checking to make sure he was alright.

A moment later, the Doctor slowly uncurled from his ball. "Hi," he greeted Wilf wanly.

"Hello. Still with us, then?" Wilf asked.

"The system's dead. He's absorbed it all. All that radiation; even a Time Lord can only hold so much for a short time," the Dreamer explained gently. "It's started, hasn't it, Theta?"

"Oh, sure, now it opens," the Doctor grumbled as he stepped outside. "Yes, Arkytior, it has. Now, I've got some goodbyes to say before I go, and I would like to know what the bloody hell is going on here, so you, me, TARDIS, now."

The Dreamer followed him back to where the TARDIS was parked. The wave of glee that the ship sent her caused the Time Lady to laugh aloud. "It's good to see you again too, Old Girl."

Once they were inside the ship, the Doctor turned to the Dreamer. "Explain, please?" he asked.

"I'll give you the short version, since you're running out of time. I am the Dreamer, Arkytior, daughter of Rassilon. Near the end of the Time War, my father forced me to regenerate and use the Chameleon Arch to become a human. This was done to protect me from the carnage. The name I was given was Rose Tyler, and Rose Tyler traveled with the Doctor and became the Bad Wolf. When the perception filter on the locket, the chameleon device, wore off, I showed it to the Metacrisis Doctor, James Tyler. He helped me understand what it was and told me that I could utilize Bad Wolf once I had a Time Lord mind. When he died, I opened the locket, regenerated, and then ended up here. Not really so difficult. I won't ask you to tell me what happened to you to make you meddle with a fixed point in time right at this moment, however."

The Doctor nodded, apparently satisfied for the moment. "I've got a couple stops to make, if you'd stay here. I'll be back soon."

The Dreamer considered for a moment, then said, "Don't hold it off for too long. I'm making tea."

The Dreamer felt the TARDIS land a few times, and once her tea was ready she returned to the console room. She was just in time to hear an Ood say, "We will sing to you, Doctor. The universe will sing you to your sleep. The song may be ending, but the story goes on."

The Doctor stepped inside the console room, groaning in pain. His hand was already glowing brightly golden. "Arkytior, would you put her in the Vortex, please?"

The Dreamer did as he asked as quickly as she could. She watched as the Doctor was surrounded by golden light. "I don't want to go," he whimpered before exploding with the regeneration energy. It was a violent regeneration, destroying a good portion of the console room.

"Legs! I've still got legs, good. Arms! Hands. Fingers! Ooh, lots of fingers. Ears, yep. Eyes, both working. Nose? Well, I've had worse. Chin. Blimey! Hair? I've got hair. Lots of it. Am I ginger?"

The Dreamer smiled fondly at the new Doctor's rambling. "No, Theta, you're just sorta… brown," she said, remembering an exchange from the last time he'd regenerated. The Doctor pouted a bit.

"There's something else, something very important. What is it?" The TARDIS flashed the mental equivalent of an eye roll into the Dreamer's mind and she giggled. "You should do that more, it is terribly adorable," the Doctor told her, grinning. "Oh! I'm, I'm, CRASHING! Wonderful!"

The TARDIS spun out-of-control towards the earth as the Doctor laughed maniacally. "Geronimooooo!"

Well, the Doctor has gotten some things cleared up. Bye bye, Ten, hello Eleven! Just so y'all know, River Song is not going to be the Doctor's wife in this fic. I do love her character though, so she will be in there, trust me. Alright, next up is the Eleventh Hour. First episode rewrite. I'm a bit nervous about it, hope it turns out alright. Thanks to all the reviewers and followers!