Author's Notes: I do not own Doctor Who. Sorry this update took a while, stuff just keeps happening. Thank you for the reads and special thanks to those of you who have taken the time to review. I hope this chapter doesn't disappoint. Please enjoy this one and let me know what you think. Happy reading!

Rose was glowing again. Glowing. Walking towards the baby.

Then she wasn't. She was standing in the backroom of the fortune teller and found herself staring at a ruddy haired man with pale skin and a woman with mocha-colored skin and braids.

"Using a multiphasic quadrilateral off brand temporal inverter to try to put in a wedge to open a previously collapsed universe at its point of origin?," the man said. "Clever. You almost collapsed all reality again, but clever."

"Come on," said the woman. "It's not like she came up with it on her own. She's just Madame Kovarian's puppet."

"I'm no one's puppet," Rose said briskly.

"Right. When you see the Silence again, tell them that was clever, but not nearly clever enough," said the man.

Rose heard voices. She thought she heard the Doctor! She turned to run, but found both the man and the woman holding her back.

"What are you doing?"

"Just sit tight," said the woman.

There was a brilliant flash of light and Rose found herself in the middle of a cornfield with the man and the woman.

"Where are we? Where did you take me?"

"Somewhere the Doctor's never been," said the woman.

"Who are you two?," asked Rose.

They looked at each other.

"Better that you don't know," said the man.

A thought occurred to Rose. "Are you the Doctor? A future one?," she asked eagerly.

He narrowed his eyes at her. "If I was, would it change your mind? Would you stop this?"

The woman scoffed. "What do you think?"

The man looked at the woman pointedly. "We have to give her a choice."

"What do you mean a choice?," asked Rose.

The man turned back. "A day is going to come soon where you have to decide if Rose Tyler is a destroyer of worlds or a savior of them. You have to be selfless enough to make the right one."

The woman scoffed again. "Or clever enough. Or, you know, not clinically insane."

"I'm not insane!," Rose shouted.

"You could have fooled me."

The man turned to the woman. "You're not helping." He looked back at Rose. "Look, the universe changed and maybe you got the short end of the stick, I don't know. Accept it."

"If you're the Doctor, you know I love you. We should be together."

"I never said that I was."

The woman looked at the man. "Why don't we just take her with us? Lock her up, throw away the key?"

"There are time lines that have to be kept." He looked at her. "It's your choice, Rose. I'll be ready when you make it."

They blinked away leaving Rose with her choice.

A few months earlier, Rory Williams would have never imagined himself as part of the getaway plan at a royal alien wedding. Life with the Doctor was like that. Then again, he never would have imagined asking Amy what he was about to ask her.

"Are we dating?," Rory asked Amy.

"What?," asked Amy.

"Are we dating?"

"Why would you ask that?"

"It's just something Josh said."

Amy snorted. "Josh. The ten year old boy?"

"Fine. Laugh."

"I am laughing. I am laughing because you just told me you liked me last week and you didn't even tell me, I had to figure it out while we tried to fend off the Doctor's psycho ex-girlfriend."

"So we're not?"

"No, how can we be? We haven't even been on a proper date yet."

"A proper date? You want a proper date?"

"If we're meant to be dating, then yeah."

Just then, the would be wedding party came out. Amy caught sight of Lydia's huge gown as Ten and Eleven clumsily tried to help her. John tried to help shove from the back as Donna and River rolled their eyes.

"What have they done to you?," Amy asked Lydia.

"I didn't choose it," the girl answered.

"I hope not." She turned to Ten. "And you were worried about skinny jeans! It looks like the Moulin Rouge blew up into a cake!"

"Oh, hi, Doctor Song," said Rory.

River paused. "Right. Hello, Amy. Hello, Rory." She noticed Eleven's watchful eye on her.

"Are we leaving now?," asked Amy. She poked at the dress' massive skirt. "Will this thing fit inside the TARDIS?"

"No, there's been a complication," said Ten.

"Complication?," asked Rory.

"Yes," said Eleven, "my wife is in there currently discussing the terms of her fight to the death with the king."

"Her what?," asked Rory.

"Fight to the death, try to keep up. Anyway, Lydia has to stay here as a sign of good faith so there's a bit of a delay until the fight to the death is over."

"Why would the Oracle sign up for a fight to the death?," asked Amy.

"Yeah," said Donna, "I was surprised too."

"She has her moments," said Ten.

"There's no need for us all to stay here," said Eleven. "You all head back to the TARDIS, they aren't letting Lydia go, either. I'll stay with her and the Oracle."

"I'll stay," River volunteered.

Eleven's eyes widened. "Will you now?"

"Yes," said River, "there are two Donnas aboard the TARDIS. I'd like to minimize my chances of getting slapped."

"I don't know that your chances are a lot better with us," muttered Lydia.

"Now, Lydia, your mother would never slap someone," said Eleven. "She would skip straight to manslaughter as recent events have demonstrated so effectively."

Ten nodded. "It's agreed then. We'll go back to the TARDIS and wait for the fight to the death thingy."

"I'll come back," said Amy. "I can't wait to see you get all awkward when Donna tells you all about how she met Madame de Pompadour."

"Oh, blimey," muttered the Doctor.

"See, like that!," Amy said with glee.

They began the walk back to the TARDIS.

"Do we have to apply for tickets for the fight to the death?," asked Rory.

Donna was finding it a very strange experience to look after her children from an alternate reality.

She had almost managed to forget about the children in the Library. She had real children to push out the specter of that. She had always like the names Josh and Ella, but never considered using them on her children. They already belonged to someone else. Thank God they didn't look like them.

They had gathered in Zara and Georgiana's nursery. Josh quickly got himself a chair and played with the PSP. Ella was finding the TARDIS' lack of suitable toys disturbing.

"Don't you have a tea set?," she asked. "Georgiana and I always play tea party."

"No, sorry," said Donna. "Zara isn't quite big enough for tea party yet." That comment earned her a glare from Zara.

"Zara big!"

"I know, sweetheart," said Donna.

Zara handed her a Gallifreyan letter sphere. "Play!"

Donna looked at the symbol which appeared to be five concentric circles. "Uh, yeah."

"Why don't you have any big kids?," asked Josh.

Great. He had Sylvia's line of questioning.

"Well," said Donna, "I didn't get married until later."

"Why not?," asked Josh.

"None of them ever worked out." She paused. She was slightly curious about something as well as long as Josh was being impertinent. "So, who's your dad?"

"John's my dad now," said Ella.

"Just because you call him dad doesn't mean he is," said Josh.

"Oi," said Donna, seeing how upset Ella was. She rubbed the girl's back. "That's unkind. Apologize."

"You're not my mum."

Donna raised an eyebrow. "Do you want to spend an hour arguing the point with me or do you want to apologize to your sister?"

Josh groaned. "Sorry, Ella. Our dad's Ethan Croft."

"Ethan Croft?" Donna was incredulous. Even her twenty-two year old self had steered well clear of him. He was always just a little too full of himself with no reason. Sylvia had been devastated of course, she thought he walked on water and her head had been full of grandchildren and she was practically picking out the bridesmaids' dresses and nursery decorations.

"He's mean. I don't like him," said Ella.

"What do you mean, love?," asked Donna.

"He tried to hurt Mummy. He helped the monsters take Georgiana."

"I'm sorry to hear that," said Donna.

"It's okay," said Ella. "We have John now."

"Yeah, you do," smiled Donna. At least there was one happy side effect of her husband's very stupid decision to send his duplicate off with Rose. Her alternate had a husband and these children had a worthy father. Not to mention Georgiana. She wouldn't exist without one act of enormous naivete on her husband's part.

Ella looked at a box of blocks and pulled it out. "Here, Georgiana, we can play with these."

Georgiana looked over at the box eagerly until her new boss handed her another letter sphere.

"No, Zara game," said Zara.

"No," said Ella.

Zara sighed and looked up at Ella with great determination. "Zara game," she said sternly.

"Zara," said Donna, "be nice."

"Zara game!," she shouted.

"Donna!," she heard the Doctor whining.

"Daddy!," Zara said excitedly, completely forgetting her game.

"Come on then," said Donna, getting up off the floor.

"Donna!," the Doctor shouted as soon as he was through the doorway of the TARDIS.

John and his Donna were next behind him. Once again, she was covered in a spray of pink and blue confetti, some of it fell on Amy and Rory.

"What is that?," spat Donna.

The Doctor turned. "Oh, that! Congratulations!" He then turned back as if what he said was perfectly obvious. A huge smile crossed his face as his wife entered the room trailed by Zara and Georgiana.

"What do you want? I just got Chloe down for a nap and you started shouting," she snapped. The same huge grin soon crossed her face, betraying her true feelings. "Come here, spaceman."

The Doctor ran towards Donna and kissed her.

"What do you mean 'congratulations?'," asked John.

"Daddy!," shouted Zara, holding her arms up.

The Doctor broke off his kiss with Donna and swooped Zara up. "What? Did you think I had forgotten you? Never!" He gave her a big kiss on the cheek.

"Congratulations?," John repeated while his wife looked the other way.

"Yeah, like congratulations, you're on the TARDIS?," asked Rory.

"I've never gotten confetti," said Amy.

"Neither have I," said the resident Donna.

"Right, well, thanks," said Donna. "Georgiana, come to Mummy."

"Thanks for what?," asked John.

"Oh," said the Doctor.

"Oh?," John parroted.

"I'm not sure I should say anything," said the Doctor. He turned back to his wife. "Anyway, the Oracle is in a fight to the death tomorrow so we have to stay."

"What's the confetti for?," she asked.

"Nothing, really."

"Why do you have confetti for nothing?"

"Just, you know..."

"No, I don't know."

All eyes were on the Doctor now. Everyone except John's Donna.

"Okay, Georgiana, let's go check on Josh and Ella."

"What's going on?," asked John.

Amy pointed at the Doctor. "What do you know that he doesn't know?"

"Nothing." Donna left carrying Georgiana. John grunted with frustration and then followed.

"So," said the remaining Donna, smiling at her Doctor, "he didn't marry Rose. Just thought I'd mention that again."

"No."

"Doctor," said Rory. "She's pregnant, isn't she?"

"What?," asked Donna. She cast a glare at the Doctor.

"Well, yes..." said the Doctor, drawing out his answer. "That was clever. How did you guess that?"

"Uh, pink and blue confetti?," asked Rory.

"Wait," said Donna. "Did you set a pregnancy alarm on the TARDIS?"

"Well..."

"Oh, my God, you did!," spat Donna.

"I had a very good reason," said the Doctor.

"Oh, this will be good," said Amy.

"And your good reason was what?," asked Donna.

The Doctor motioned at Zara. "Do you recall a little incident with the Daleks where you hadn't bothered telling me you were having her?"

"I had reasons," said Donna.

"Okay and with Chloe, do you recall having to confront the 456 and you not telling me then?"

"I barely knew and you hadn't told me I was the most important woman in the universe! You cannot set a pregnancy alarm for me!"

"I'm just trying to stay up to date here," said the Doctor.

"Get rid of it!," said Donna.

"Right," said the Doctor, heading for the console. "Let me just uninstall that. Now, is that in settings or apps?"

Donna rolled her eyes.

"No babies," said Zara.

"Well, we can't promise that," said Donna. "What I can promise is that Mummy will not get sprayed with confetti if there are!"

"Too bad you don't have a gender alarm, like she'd get sprayed with pink confetti for a girl, blue if it was a boy," said Amy.

"I did," said the Doctor.

"It was pink and blue, though," said Amy.

"Yes," said the Doctor.

"Oh, my God, she's having twins?," asked Donna.

The Doctor nodded.

"Too many babies," said Zara.

"Why hasn't she told John?," asked Amy.

"How do I know?," asked the Doctor. He walked back over and looked at Donna. "John told me you were sick."

Donna shrugged. "I got better."

"You don't even sound like you were ill, though. That time you caught cold on New Tunisia, your voice was lower than mine for two weeks."

"That wouldn't be hard," said Donna. "Your voice squeaks all the time."

Amy laughed.

"Let's go to the clinic," said the Doctor. "Rory, come on. You can help."

"So," River smiled, "the Doctor and the Oracle."

"The Doctoracle," said Eleven.

They had gathered back in the bridal suite to pass the night before the death match.

"Oh, God," said River. She looked over at the Oracle. "That doesn't change from universe to universe, does it?"

"I just want to know something," said the Oracle, boring holes into River. "Are you going to try to murder us? Because I am really not in the mood. I just want to be killed by who I've agreed to be killed by."

"Oh," said River with sudden realization. She looked at Lydia. "Wow, I really am awful in your universe, aren't I?"

Lydia looked at her parents. "They don't know who she is yet."

"Yes," said River, "we keep on meeting-"

"Out of order," Eleven and the Oracle finished.

"Yes," River confirmed. "I wouldn't hurt them, though. I couldn't."

"Good," said Eleven. He sat down. "Alright, the next thing we have to do is sort out how to get the Oracle out of this death match."

"Why would I want out of it?," asked the Oracle.

"Because it's a death match?," asked Lydia.

"Oh, there used to be fights to the death all the time on Gallifrey. Ask your father. He was usually there, meeting himself," the Oracle said dismissing her daughter's concern.

"I'm going to get a drink," said River. "Lydia? Oracle? Anything?"

"I suppose I need some protein," said the Oracle.

"Water is fine," said Lydia.

Eleven followed River into the bridal suite's kitchen.

"Who are you?," he asked.

"Sorry?"

"No, really, who are you?"

River shrugged. "You're not making a lot of sense, then again you're not known for that."

"In my universe, I know who you are meaning I know where you came from. I think it might be the same thing here."

"I don't know what you mean."

"The way Amy looked at you. You were disappointed."

River shook her head. "That's ridiculous. I hardly know her. She's just the Doctor's companion."

"I don't believe that," said Eleven. He paused. "I won't let you do it to them."

"I told you, I wouldn't hurt them."

"I'm watching," said Eleven.