A/N: Hi, it's been a while. I accidentally killed my laptop a few weeks back and am now using the family computer. It's werid writing with it, the keys aren't where I'm used to...

Anyway, 50th anniversary... imagine that. The only thing I was slightly disappointed in, was the fact that both older Doctors let the whole Bad Wolf thing just go. But then I watched it again, and I realised that the Eleventh didn't, not really. So I had to write his thought process. And did anyone else catch onto the fact that Gallifrey was going to be lost in another universe? Pete's World, anyone?

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"She didn't just show me any old future!" the war Doctor shouted gleefully. "She showed me exactly the future I needed to see!"

The green eyed Doctor paused for a second. "Eh? Who did?"

"Oh, Bad Wolf girl, I could kiss you!" the war Doctor ignored the question of his oldest self.

"Sorry, did you just say Bad Wolf?" the pinstriped Doctor asked, catching up.

Just hearing the words Bad Wolf filled the green eyed Doctor with hope and longing he'd buried more than three hundred years ago. Maybe this would work if she was behind this. She was, after all, the only one who'd do, quite literally, anything for him. Giving him a chance to save his people… after saving him… after helping save all of reality… Clara may have been born to save him, but Rose Tyler saved him in ways no one else ever could have.

Memories he'd so hard tried to forget because of the heart break they generated were now popping to the front of his mind. He saw her golden brown eyes flash, he smelled her shampoo, felt her hand in his, heard her laughter, tasted her lips.

But he also saw her kissing the metacrisis clone, heard her shouting his name in despair, smelled her charred flesh after an adventure gone wrong, felt the emptiness of his hand without her to hold it, tasted the blood from the lip he bit to keep from calling her name in the dead of night after waking from a nightmare.

He saw the pinstriped Doctor catch it too and saw him look at him, like looking for conformation, or, as if to make sure he hadn't missed it, hadn't forgotten the person who'd once meant everything to him (and still did, to tell the truth).

"So what are we going to do?" asked Clara, obviously not noticing the older Doctors' shock. "What's the plan?"

"The Dalek fleets are surrounding Gallifrey, firing on it constantly," the war Doctor

The pinstriped Doctor jumped in. "The Sky Trench is holding, but what if the whole planet just disappeared?"

"Tiny bit of an ask," Clara said, needing clarification.

The green eyed Doctor tuned out the explanation his two younger selves were giving.

He didn't believe in a God. Never had. His faith had for long been logic and facts and himself. After the Time War, after meeting Rose, after Bad Wolf, it was her, his little Time Goddess, his pink and yellow human. And she didn't let him down. Not once, not really. Dalek Caan may have taken the credit for getting Donna to the right place at the right time, but it couldn't have flown into the Time War without some help, without someone letting it through the Time Lock, like something had let them through the Time Lock. Bad Wolf knew he couldn't have watched Rose grow old and wither and die, so she gave him the chance to give her a happy ending which was all he wanted for any of his companions. Yes, it hurt and he missed her like one would a limb, but he'd learned to function without her. The pinstriped Doctor ran so he wouldn't have to stop and think about the gaping hole inside. The green eyed Doctor found other things to think, other people to fill the hole, other people to miss, so he could pretend he didn't miss her.

But now… now she had done what he hadn't been able to do. She gave him the chance to save his people, leading him to the right conclusion. It wasn't like Time Fissures just popped out of nowhere or he was absorbed in projections of reality that would show him what he was doing wrong. It had Rose Tyler written all over it.

His mad, time traveling wife hadn't done it. His mad, impossible Amelia Pond with the whole universe inside her head hadn't done it. His Impossible Girl, his Clara Oswin Oswald hadn't done it when inside his time stream.

But Rose Tyler, his beloved Rose, had done in that one, short moment she had had all the power of Time and Space at her beck and call. Or perhaps it had been the Moment, rather than a moment. Impossible to tell anymore. The Time War ends, indeed. I bring life, she'd said and saved the whole of Gallifrey, rather than just bringing back Jack.

He looked up, to the ceiling. It was a very human gesture, looking up, as if the deity was watching, but he didn't care. He thanked Rose for this, even if he'd never say it out loud. She'd know.

He turned his attention back to the others, hearing the pinstriped Doctor tell Clara that Gallifrey would be frozen.

"Exactly," he said, knowing he would elaborate.

"Like a painting," the war Doctor did as the green eyed Doctor had predicted.

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The TARDIS had finished the calculations in one thousand and seventy-eight years and the green eyed Doctor sent the results to all the earlier TARDISes and other Doctors. But he's the one in charge, he's the oldest after all, and he knows exactly the universe to send Gallifrey to. A universe he didn't particularly like but one that was just as important to him as the original one, maybe even more so, in a way.

A universe where Rose Tyler and the metacrisis clone were living the life.

He didn't tell the others this part of the plan, though. He didn't want anyone to have any false hope. Who knew whether or not Gallifrey would return or if the metacrisis and Rose would find it? He would be the only one to feel the crushing hope, hope of being able to go home again.

Hope of having one last day with his beloved.