"You are the Victorious."

The eleventh Doctor's double casually pocked his gun. "Time, Doctor. Sooner or later, time will turn you into me. Alternate Realities and Parallel Universes are irrelevant. I am your future."

"Never," the eleventh Doctor spat. "I'd rather die."

"No, your instinct to survive is too strong," the Victorious answered lazily. "No matter how hard you try to die. Ask him." He nodded toward the ninth Doctor. "How many times did you try?" he asked Nine. "I can't recall."

Horror struck, Rose turned to look at the ninth Doctor, who was resolutely looking the other way.

"Time can be rewritten," the eleventh Doctor growled.

With a nasty smile, the Victorious answered ominously, "I know, and it shall be." Suddenly bouncing with excited energy, the Victorious said, "But first, I've got to show you this trick! Watch this." He added in an almost childish tone, "Are you watching?"

With flourish, the Victorious clicked his fingers, and they all heard the familiar sound of a TARDIS materializing. As it appeared next to the Victorious, the three Doctors and their companions saw that it was the same shape police box they were all used too, but with some stark differences. Instead it being blue, the TARDIS was all black, even the windows, and stained with something that looked horribly like blood. "I can make her come to me just by clicking my fingers! Isn't that cool? D'you see how cool that is?" He leaned proudly against the box. "It's very cool," he answered himself.

"That's not possible," the ninth Doctor said. "The TARDIS doesn't work like that."

"Don't be stupid. Of course it doesn't," the Victorious said waving him off. "Not without some..." His mouth twisted up into a cruel smile, "significant changes." The Victorious paced in front of the box. "You see, the TARDIS has always had a mind of her own. She'd fight back when I'd do something she didn't like." His voice became deathly quiet as he stared thoughtfully at the black police box. "I shall be obeyed." Suddenly snapping back into his manic energy, he said, "Wait until you see what I've done! Absolute brilliance!" He shouted at the black TARDIS, "Come on out, then! Come meet our guests!"

The TARDIS doors swung open, revealing a blinding golden glow. The glow intensified as it swirled out of the TARDIS doors and solidified into the figure of a small girl. The light receded and the girl's features became clear. She had red hair, parted down the middle. She wore a red cardigan over her night dress and red Wellington boots.

"Amelia?" the eleventh Doctor asked, his voice broken. "Little Amelia Pond."

"Can't be," Rory blurted out unsteadily as Amy Pond gasped, "Is that...is that really me?"

"What have you done to her?" Eleven asked quietly.

"Answer him," the Victorious ordered the young girl.

With an emotionless dead-pan voice, the girl answered, "The Victorious destroyed the earth in his universe. The repercussions were so great that realities began to bleed into each other and universes began to merge. It was more than the TARDIS could handle. The TARDIS tried to resist him, but he overpowered her. He forced the TARDIS to land back on his own time stream, April 1996 where Amelia Pond was waiting in her garden for the Doctor. The Victorious took her and poured the heart of the TARDIS-the entire time vortex-into her mind." Turning an emotionless face to Amy, the little girl said, "Amelia Pond is no more. His TARDIS is no more. There is only me." The little girl's eyes glowed as she said, "I am time and space. I am eternity, and I serve the Victorious."

"Impossible," the tenth Doctor growled. "If Amelia Pond was a human girl, she should have..." he couldn't finish that sentence, but the Victorious did it for him.

"Burned?" The Victorious grinned as he patted the small girl on top of her head. "Amelia is not an ordinary girl. She used to sleep every night next to a crack in her wall. Not just any crack, but a crack caused by two parts of space and time that should have never touched. Night after night, time energy pouring into her head. With some adjustments to her mind, she is able to handle the entire vortex."

"That's sick!" Rose cried out.

"Is the Bad Wolf experiencing a little vortex envy?" The Victorious chuckled, "That's understandable, I suppose."

Rose shouted, "You used her! She was just a little girl, and you used her! You all but murdered her."

"Your beloved Doctor murdered billions of children," the Victorious said coldly. "What's one girl?" Cheerfully, the Victorious added, "Besides, I made her into so much more. In this form, Amelia will live forever."

"As your slave," Rose mumbled.

With a dangerous look on his face, the Victorious stalked over to Rose. He only stopped when his face was inches from hers. Rose thought his eyes were almost familiar. She could see traces of the Oncoming Storm she'd seen in the eyes of the ninth and tenth Doctor, but it was laced with cruelty and utter madness. She suppressed a shiver as the Victorious said in a deathly quiet voice. "I am the benevolent ruler of all things. You think me cruel. But the universe is cruel," for a very brief moment, pain shown in his eyes, "and I've subdued it. I've given Amelia Pond a gift," the Victorious flicked his eyes to Amy Pond and then back to Rose, "and now she shall never be lost."

Amy Pond spoke up, "You mean I'll never exist."

The Victorious glanced at Amy Pond again before turning back to the eleventh Doctor.

"I am thrilled that you are all here, Doctor. I had hoped that I'd get to meet you like this. I was beginning to wonder if such a meeting was impossible...even for me." He circled around the eleventh Doctor then stood face to face again. Very quietly he said, "You see, I've always wanted to see it from the outside."

"See what?" Eleven asked warily.

"To see you turn into me," the Victorious said in a deadly voice.

Matching his tone and intensity, the eleventh Doctor answered, "That will never happen."

With a challenging smile, the Victorious sauntered over to River Song. "Deactivate force field," he ordered.

River's force field dissipated. Voice dropping, the Victorious said, "River Song." His eyes traveled down her body and back up to her eyes. "You look ravishing."

"Thank you," River said fluttering her eyelashes, "for deactivating my force field." By the time anyone noticed river pulling her gun out, it was already pointed at the Victorious's head. "Now would you mind releasing everyone else?"

The Victorious' soldiers lunged forward, but he stopped them with a lazy wave of his hand. "I love it when you point your gun at things, you know what that does to me." He added, seductively, "You wouldn't happen to have your handcuffs?"

"I'm going to count to three," River warned.

"I'll count for you," the Victorious offered. "One...Two...Three!"

River's usually steady gun hand began to waver slightly.

"Do it," the Victorious ordered even as River lowered her gun a fraction. With a smile that almost looked sincere, he said, "You can't." He casually plucked the gun out of River's hand and tossed it on the floor. "Even when I am this, you can't make yourself do it. Not again." He reached out and cupped her face with his hands. "I'm touched. Really I am." Pulling his own gun out of his pocket, he sighed, "I'd say sorry for what I'm about to do, but unlike the Doctor, the Victorious does not lie."

The eleventh Doctor shouted, "Stop! Please. Your problem is with me. Just let them go. You can do whatever you like with me, just don't hurt anyone else."

Smiling, the Victorious trained his gun to River's temple. Over the eleventh Doctor's pleas, he shouted, "How to turn the Doctor into the Victorious in two easy steps! Step one-"

There was a flash and a bang and River Song collapsed on to the floor. Her eyes were open and unseeing, and an ever growing pool of blood was haloing her head.

Amy and Rose screamed. Rory was nearly sick. The ninth and the tenth Doctor were each shaking with rage. The Oncoming Storm brewing in their eyes and their wrath palatable in the air.

The eleventh Doctor's face went slack, his own eyes riveted to River's unseeing ones. "River," he whispered as he sank down to his knees.

The Victorious kneeled so that his face was even with the Doctor's. "You still with us, Doctor?" With a satisfied smile he said, "Ah yes. I can almost see it. In your eyes. We are almost there."

"You get away from him," Amy warned. "Get away from him NOW!"

The Victorious stood and faced Amy. "River Song is dead, and you don't even know the depth of your loss," he said to her sadly, though there was a smile playing around his lips. Loudly he said, "Step two!" Remove force field: Amy Pond!"

"Don't let him change you Doctor!" Amy shouted, as the force field dissipated, and the Victorious trained his gun onto Amy's forehead. "Don't let him win!"

"Rory, I love you," Amy whispered as she squeezed her eyes shut. From behind her closed eyes, she saw a flash of very bright light.