Emend

by loulouflowerpower

11/OC-Time Lady. For centuries the Doctor and the Hatter have lived with the belief that the way the Time War ended was simple, but what a shock they're in for when holes in time open and they come face-to-face with their past lives. The Zygons, the Moment, and a toddler...the next great adventure awaits, but can Gallifrey be saved?

4. Chapter 4 The Zygons Plan

The Zygons Plan

The journey from the forest to London took much longer then the Eleventh Hatter might have liked, but at least they didn't have to walk all the way back, they were given a carriage to drive them back, all five of them squeezed into the tight, rocky confinements of the carriage that was evidently far better suited to travelling nobles about the country, rather than prisoners. In fact, when Elizabeth had ordered that they be placed in the carriage, the noble man looked rather close to wanting to disagree...one glance at his Queen, however, had instantly stilled his tongue. He had still looked rather disgruntled by the loss of his ride when he had trotted on by the carriage during the journey on the back of a horse. The journey went by mostly in silence, too, though the Tenth Hatter and Doctor continued shooting the Eleventh Doctor and Hatter suspicious looks as they travelled through the English countryside, the smell of sweet hey and horse filling all of their noses. The Eleven Doctor and Hatter pretended not to notice the curious looks, though, acutely aware of the soldiers that travelled closely beside the carriage. They likely couldn't hear anything over the galloping of horse hooves and the rattling, creaking wood of the carriage, but it was better to wait to explain then risk it.

Their arrival within the city was done so with little ceremony, considering that they were travelling behind the carriage carrying the Queen, and taken quickly directly to the Tower of London. It was just as dark and gloomy and damp as one might expect a prison of the era to be, the Eleventh Hatter had a brief moment of worry that she and her past self may even be separated from the Doctors and held in their own cell, but oddly, they were all escorted, be it a little roughly, into the same cell at the very back of the Tower. It made the Time Lady lift an eyebrow, allowing her body to simply go along with the rough motions of the guards as they neared the thick, scratched and marked wooden cell door, which was thrown open to reveal a rather large prison cell beyond the door, high, bared windows along the side of the room allowing spars light to break through the gloom.

"Come on, you lot," one of the guards roughly shoving the Tenth Doctor along at the head of their little group said in a gruff growl. He pushed him through the door of the cell, sending the Tenth Doctor stumbling forward, "Get in there!"

The Eleventh Doctor was shoved through the door, next, and he almost ended up tripping himself as he managed to catch his balance before being shoved into his past self, who had only just righted himself, too. The Tenth Hatter huffed in annoyance when she was pushed through the cell, her Doctor immediately moving forward to catch her, steadying her with his arms circling her waist as she threw a dark look back over her shoulder to the soldiers.

"Shocking service!" she complained, reaching up to straighten her hat as it slipped over her forehead, almost blocking her eyes, "You see if I ever come hang out in the Tower of London again!"

"Ow!" the War Doctor grimaced as he was pushed forcibly through the door, stumbling as he tugged his coat straighter.

The Eleventh Hatter was the last to be forced through the door, still allowing herself to simply be pushed and tugged along as the guard holding her pleased...it made her entrance only vaguely less unpleasant as the others, her shoes slipping slightly against the stone flooring that was covered with bits of moulding straw, but she recovered smoothly and straightened with a grin at her Doctor, who had came to place a hand on her arm, steadying her. Behind them, the cell door was slammed shut...but the brunet Time Lady paused very slightly when she failed to hear the sound of the bolt being slid into place. She heard the sound of the solider storming away, but no indication of a lock. She frowned and looked over to the others, none of the Doctors seemed to have noticed a thing, but she caught her past self eyeing the door with a tilt of her head. She caught her eyes and smiled faintly, the Tenth Hatter inclining her head to her with a lift of her lips, too.

The Eleventh Doctor bent down and picked up something from amongst the hay on the floor, smiling brightly as he held up a slim, rusted looking nail, flicking it with his finger. It made the metal sing. He straightened to wink at the Eleventh Hatter, who gave him a fond grin, watching as he whirled on his heel and crossed the room to one of the stone pillars off to the side of the cell, quickly locating one of the stones that had a softer, flatter face. He began using the nail to scratch something into the stone.

"Three Doctors and two Hatters in one cell?" the Tenth Doctor commented with a slightly grim sigh, peering up at the arched, stone ceiling with a frown, "That's going to cause some nasty anomalies if we don't get out soon".

"We won't be in here for long," the Eleventh Hatter assured him lightly, turning to watch as the War Doctor began running his own sonic screwdriver over the cell door, scanning it top to bottom. She considered just revealing that the door wasn't locked...but, considering the plan, it was probably best if they stayed together in one place for the moment.

"You've got something clever figured out," the Tenth Doctor turned to eye her suspiciously, though his eyes lightened and he was regarding her with something close to a grin. She glanced at him with an eyebrow raised and his lips lifted into a full blown grin, "You've got the same twinkle in your eye as you always get when you've figured out something no one else has. Different face, same eyes".

She smirked slyly, "Still as adorable as ever, Doctor-dear," she winked playfully at him, neither confirming or denying his claim, instead she turned on her heel and moved to stand closer to her own Doctor, watching his progress with the wall.

"That isn't going to work, I'm afraid," the Scottish accented voice of her past self said, then, having gone to stand behind the War Doctor, eyeing him as he continued scanning the door. She sighed slightly, seemingly keeping up the act of them being locked in, "Aside from the door being wood, it's far too primitive for sonic technology. We're stuck..." she paused to throw the Eleventh Doctor and Hatter a narrowed eyed look, "Until whatever their masterful, mysterious plan works, which remains to be seen".

"I don't think I like what you're implying," the Eleventh Hatter gave her a small frown, lifting her chin proudly, "It'll work, trust me".

The look the blonde gave her was rather offensive, but the brunet Time Lady chose to ignore it.

The Eleventh Doctor grinned cheekily, pausing in his scratching to give his Hatter a teasing look, "Shall we ask for a better quality door so we can escape, dear?" he suggested brightly, making her laugh and playfully nudge his side with her elbow.

The Tenth Hatter smiled at him, "Let's consider that plan B," she remarked, and he pointed the nail at her in agreement, still grinning as he spun back around to face the pillar, returning to his scratching.

"Okay..." the Tenth Doctor sighed as he paced the cell, frowning thoughtfully as he moved, "So the Queen of England is now a Zygon. But never mind that," he shook his head and instead turned to fix his sharp, narrowed gaze on the War Doctor, stepping closer to him with a suspicious glare, "Why are we all together? Why are we all here?" he stared at him for a moment, but when the War Doctor remained silent, he frowned and waved his sonic screwdriver over his shoulder to his future self, "Well, me, Chinny, and the Hatters, we were surprised, but you came looking for us," he accused, glaring almost dangerously at the War Doctor, who maintained an air of perfect calm and silence, "You knew it was going to happen. Who told you?"

Silence filled the prison cell as everyone turned to look back to the War Doctor, who continued to stare back at the Tenth Doctor...the Eleventh Hatter eyed the man closely, eyes narrowed very slightly as she watched how the man's eyes seemed to be caught by something else, darting away from the Tenth Doctor's intent gaze to look at something over his shoulder. His lips pressed briefly into a tight line and he dropped his gaze from the spot. She looked over to the spot and her eyebrows rose, finding a rather petit woman standing by one of the stone pillars, leaning one shoulder against it, while her long, black hair hung down her back in a plait tied with a neat ribbon. She was giving the War Doctor a pointed little smirk and had a slim finger pressed to her lips, indicating that he should remain silent. It was her First self, but obviously not really her First self, since it was quite clear that no one else could see her standing there, no one but the War Doctor and herself. She glanced sideways to her Tenth self, finding her staring at the woman, her eyes wide with understanding and her lips parted slightly in disbelief.

It almost made her laugh out loud.

The Moment, of course, in corporal form. Standing amongst them, like a ghost that only a few could see, but of course the Hatter could see the Moment. It was their creation, their greatest and worst invention, they had literally poured a little bit of themselves into it...okay, so maybe not literally, but they had certainly programmed it so that it was basically, in essence, a part of themselves. It followed a similar thought pattern to their own, the same moral and ethical code that the Hatter had always believed in, but with the intent and explicit purpose of being a weapon. The most dangerous weapon in the Universe, arguably. Naturally, as their creation, they could see it, it was rather amusing, however, the form that it had taken for the War Doctor, though hardly shocking, the Eleventh Hatter had to admit. She smiled very faintly to herself, glancing at the War Doctor knowingly. Really, it was almost predictable it would be her First self that the Moment would latch onto in an attempt to speak to his morality.

"Oi!" the Eleventh Doctor practically whined, having stopped his starching to give his past self a pout, utterly missing anything else that was going on in the room. For the best, "Chinny?"

The Tenth Doctor glanced back over his shoulder to him, rolling his eyes, "Yeah, you do have a chin," he shrugged, turning away from him to flash the Tenth Hatter a grin.

"Hey!" his future self exclaimed in offense.

"You're being rude, sweetheart," the Tenth Hatter remarked with a pointed, lightly scolding look at her Doctor.

"Only a little bit," the Tenth Doctor replied a little to brightly, moving to her side and instantly taking her hand in his, bringing it up to his place to place a tender kiss to her knuckles, not once dropping his gaze from her. His grin grew positively brilliant as she blushed under his gaze, though she tried in vain to maintain an air of nonchalance about her.

"It's a part of his charm," the Eleventh Hatter dragged her gaze off the Moment, instead turning to wink at her Tenth self with a knowing look and smirk. She shook her head fondly, sighing wistfully, "Ah, to be young and newlyweds..."

The Eleventh Doctor turned to look at the Eleventh Hatter with a rather fake, betrayed expression, "We act like newlyweds all the time, dear!" he insisted, almost pouting again and waving towards his past self without looking at them, "We're just as flirty as they are!"

She smirked, eyeing him, "It's hardly a competition, Doctor," she pointed out, amusement colouring her tone as she regarded him.

"Well..." he huffed slightly, narrowing his eyes slightly as he threw a look back towards his past self, who was watching him with an eyebrow raised, "If it was, we would win, dear," he said firmly, if rather childishly, "No one out flirts us...even us".

"That...doesn't really make sense," the Tenth Hatter said slowly, her own lips lifted in an amused, if a little bemused smile.

"Yes, it does!" he insisted, giving her a mock glare, too, though the fact that he was smiling and his cheeks were coloured a faint pink colour didn't exactly help him. He huffed and turned on his heel, back to the pillar as he lifted the nail back up to the stone, "But fine, let's just gang up on me, why don't you?"

"I think we shall, sweetheart," the Eleventh Hatter grinned, laughing as he refused to look back over his shoulder to her, even if he did pause again in his scratching, "But thanks for the permission to do so, I do love consent".

The light whirring noise of a sonic screwdriver cut through the air, then, and she turned back around to find the War Doctor had returned to his scanning of the door, frowning in concentration as he worked. Her smile faded from her lips as she observed him, the only other noise in the room coming from the scratching the Eleventh Doctor was doing to the stone work at the other end of the room. She sighed slightly.

"There truly is little point in trying to use the sonic to get through that door," she couldn't help telling him, even though she knew perfectly well that one only needed to lift the heavy door handle that kept the door shut if they wished to leave...which, to be fair, was something they could do in good time, preferably once Clara, Jen, and Astra had arrived as intended.

"In theory..." the War Doctor began, straightening and turning around to face the room, smiling very faintly as he met her eyes, a thoughtful glimmer in his eyes, "I can trigger an isolated sonic shift among the molecules, and the door should disintegrate".

The Tenth Doctor frowned at him, eyeing the door with a rather dubious expression, "We'd have to calculate the exact harmonic resonance of the entire structure down to a sub-atomic level," he shook his head dismissively, "The Hatter...both of them, working together, wouldn't even be able to figure it out..." he winced slightly and cast both Hatters an apologetic, seeming almost fearful that he might have angered them as he avoided meeting either of their gazes, "Eh, not that I'd ever doubt you, either of you, for that matter, but..."

"I would advise you stop speaking now, Doctor," the Tenth Hatter cut in smoothly, though she was watching him with a faint grin and an amused twinkle in her baby blue eyes, "That mouth of yours does enjoy running away with itself, even with your best intentions at heart".

"Or your worst," the Eleventh Hatter added with a light tone, though her smirk was borderline wicked as she looked between the younger couple. She laughed as her past self turned to give her a rather confused glance, though the Tenth Doctor's eyes widened very slightly and his cheeks instantly seemed to colour with a blush. She winked playfully at her past self, who seemed to utterly miss her implication, "Early days, indeed. Married life will be an education".

"Hatter!" the Eleventh Doctor exclaimed, spinning around from the pillar to give her his best impression of a scandalised glare, though it rather failed given that he was grinning widely, a flash of pride in his eyes. He practically waggled his finger at her, still smiling far too broadly to be believed, "Spoilers!"

She mock rolled her eyes, "They're on the honeymoon, sweetheart," she reminded him with a shrug, her tone knowing and just a little to innocent, "There's not much left to be spoiled by this point, if you'll recall..." she narrowed her eyes slightly on him when his eyes grew rather distant and a slow smile began curling his lips, making her sigh, "Not now, sweetheart! Work now".

He blushed faintly, though still managed to flash her a cheeky grin, "Yes, dear," he nodded, and spun back around on his heel to face the pillar once more, going back to his scratching.

The brunet Time Lady shook her head and turned back to consider the door, ignoring the slightly awkward and embarrassed looks on the past Doctor and Hatter, "Even the sonic would be little use in calculating a molecule shift," she said lightly, as if the previous conversation hadn't happened at all.

"Yes, yes," the War Doctor agreed with a slight sigh, having seemingly ignored the previous conversation in favour of still trying to open the door. He moved away from the door, then, moving to take a seat on a wooden bench against the wall by the door, sitting down heavily, "The sonic would take centuries," he shook his head dejectedly, before looking back up to his future selves and the two Hatters, eyeing them slightly, "Oh, we might as well get started," he gave them a slightly sarcastic glare, "Help pass the timey-wimey".

"I knew we hadn't heard the last of that one," the Tenth Hatter muttered to her Doctor, giving him a slightly pointed look and lightly nudging his arm, almost as if to say, 'This is all your fault, you know'.

"Do you have to talk like children? What is it that makes you so ashamed of being a grown up?"

"Why should we act grown up?" the Eleventh Hatter asked a little sharper then she meant, turning to face him as he sat on the bench with a stern frown, eyes slightly narrowed with a flicker of anger in them. The Doctor had paused in his scratching, while she could practically sense the Tenth Doctor's entire body tense at the question, while her own past self looked distinctively uncomfortable. She crossed her arms across her chest, her voice growing cooler, "We all tried that once...it was rubbish and terrible and...and..." she trailed off, looking away from him with a pained grimace.

He sat up a little straighter, staring at her with a concerned expression, "And...?" he asked quietly, clearly waiting for her to finish.

The Eleventh Hatter had no intention of finishing that sentence, she found that she just couldn't, not even when he looked at her with those big worried, soft eyes of his, waiting for her to. The Time War may have long have been in her past now, she may have been forced to push much of that pain and trauma and guilt aside for the sake of making sure that she was completely present for Astra, but that didn't mean that it had all gone away. It was all still right there, beneath the surface, locked behind a massive door that occasionally would spring open, but she had learnt to keep it shut for the most part these days. She tried hard not to think about it, about who she had been, what she had done, what the Doctor had done or had been forced to become...it hurt too much, even now. The War Doctor may consider their teasing and lack of care for using the proper terms for things to be childish, but the truth was it was another coping mechanism for them all. Acting like children meant, just for a second, that they didn't have to be reminded of what they had once been forced to become, it helped to distance themselves from it...Plus, it was fun. Who could fault them for that?

The silence stretched on through the prison cell, no one said a word, but the air had grown thick with tension. The Tenth Doctor looked away from the War Doctor with a dark frown, reaching out to take his Hatter's hand, squeezing it visibly as the blonde reached up to absently toy with her bowtie, apprehension filling her eyes. The Eleventh Doctor half-turned away from the pillar to cast the War Doctor a wary look, full of shame and regret, before he looked away from him again, lowering his gaze to the ground. The War Doctor looked around at them all, taking in their reactions with curiosity, his eyebrows lifting slowly in wonder.

"Oh," he shook his head slowly, "The way you're all looking at me. What is that?" he blinked slowly, frowning faintly, "I'm trying to think of a better word than dread".

The Tenth Doctor regarded him for a long moment, his expression dark and his eyes narrowed with something close to bitterness, "It must be really recent for you," he remarked quietly.

"Recent?" he frowned, evidently confused.

"The Time War," the Eleventh Doctor clarified, eyeing the physically older man with an almost hesitate, uncomfortable expression, not quite meeting his eyes, "The last day. The day you killed them all".

"The day we killed them all," the Tenth Doctor corrected him sharply, turning to fix him with an angry glare.

He glanced at him, only very slightly, "Same thing".

The Tenth Doctor gave him another angry look, before shaking his head and turning his back on them both, almost as if he was too disgusted to continue to look at either of them any longer. The Eleventh Hatter watched him and her past self as they seemed to band together, holding hands tightly and sides pressed together as a united front, even her past self seemed to be rather upset by the most recent subject, not sparing either the War or Eleventh Doctor a flicker of attention. It made the brunet Time Lady want to sigh heavily, briefly lowering her own gaze to the floor and absently scuffing the toe of her bright yellow shoe against the floor, for a lack of anything better to do. The Eleventh Doctor's scratching filled the air again, but she ignored it.

Of course, their past selves couldn't possibly understand how far they had come since those days of being constantly haunted by the Time War. Of course, they would react with anger and even perhaps disgust at the notion that perhaps the guilt might have been more easily swept aside and remarked upon as casually as saying 'Same thing,' which was obviously something that had upset the Tenth Doctor and Hatter. They were still in the thick of that grief, they had yet to be forced to move beyond it, to push it aside in order to focus on the present, and the present for the Eleventh Doctor and Hatter was their family. They had to move past it, for the sake of Astra, for Jen, and for themselves. Even at this stage in their lives, when the Tenth Doctor and Hatter were delightfully happy to be finally together and married, they still had no idea just how tied down by their own grief they truly were, how it clung to everything that they did. That wasn't living, nor was it truly happiness. It just was what it was.

"It's history for them," the Moment said sadly to the War Doctor, leaning unseen against one of the pillars of the room, across from the Eleventh Doctor, looking solemnly back to the War Doctor on the bench. The Eleventh Hatter noted that her past self flinched at the familiar, soft voice, but refused to turn back around to face the Moment. The hologram shook her head glumly, "Something that has already happened, a concrete event that has shaped every single moment of their lives since," her expression softened very slightly as she gave the War Doctor a pointed look, "They don't yet realise that the future is still in flux, even for them, that you can still change it all".

The War Doctor's eyes slowly widened, something close to understanding filling his lined face, "I don't talk about it," he said slowly, as if it had just occurred to him.

The Tenth Doctor shot him a slight glare, "You're not talking about it," he pointed out with a hint of a bite to his tone, "There's no one else here".

"You know you need to ask them," the Moment practically whispered in the War Doctor's ear, suddenly now sitting right beside him on the bench, watching the side of his face with intent, keen eyes, "It always comes back to the children with you, Doctor, so ask away," she leaned very slightly closer to his side, though not close enough to touch, making his eyes flicker apprehensively towards her, "That'll be the true test".

The Eleventh Hatter barely held back the urge to groan aloud, hearing the Moment's words as easily as if she had spoken them to her. Of course, it had to be that question, or rather she suspected she knew what the question would be. The Moment had the right study on the Doctor, though, she couldn't help being just that little bit impressed by her own work and genius, as egotistical as that might be. She had created the perfect guilt machine. She should have called it that, rather than the overly dramatic sounding 'Moment'.

The War Doctor slowly turned his gaze back to the rest of the room, looking slowly from one Doctor, to the next, "Did you ever count?" he asked, his voice soft.

"Count what?" the Eleventh Doctor briefly spared him a glance over his shoulder, before going straight back to his scratching.

"How many children there were on Gallifrey that day".

The Eleventh Doctor instantly stopped scratching, his entire body tensing as he seemed to become transfixed with the pillar before him, his head very slightly ducked. Someone inhaled sharply and the Eleventh Hatter looked quickly across the room, finding the Tenth Hatter staring back at the War Doctor with a horrified expression on her face, one hand covering her lips, as if trying to prevent herself from making another noise as the cell became deathly silent. The Tenth Doctor had paled, his arms immediately encircling his Hatter protectively, as if he could try and physically save her from whatever horrible thoughts or memories such a question had triggered, but his gaze was fixed firmly on his future self, waiting for something. The Eleventh Hatter, for her own credit, struggled not to flinch herself, even having known what was coming it had still sent a bolt of grief and guilt through her entire body, her hands balling into tight fists at her sides, her fingernails pinching at her flesh painfully.

"I have absolutely no idea," the Eleventh Doctor responded at long last, still refusing to look away from the pillar, still refusing to make eye contact with anyone. He went back to his scratching, but he seemed to be looking far too intently at the stone for anyone to truly believe that he was doing anything but trying to distract himself. The Tenth Doctor was eyeing him with a dark, hard glare.

"You truly do become a worse liar the older you get, Doctor," the Moment remarked to the War Doctor, now leaning up against the pillar next to the oblivious Eleventh Doctor, regarding him with shake of her head, "I wonder..." she paused, growing thoughtful, "How long has it been for him, do you think? How long does it take for one to try and conceal something like that?" she suddenly appeared back on the bench beside the War Doctor, legs crossed over one another, skirts draping delicately over her knees as she gave the aged man a long look, "Ask them".

The War Doctor gave her a slightly wary look, before he sighed and turned his gaze back onto the Eleventh Doctor's turned back, "How old are you?" he questioned curiously.

The Eleventh Hatter stepped forward very slightly, dragging her worried eyes from off her Doctor. She knew what was happening here, why the War Doctor was here, the purpose for all these questions, but even she could only stand by and take so much before she had to step in, even if she could understand perfectly the purpose of it all. At the end of the day, even if the Moment might have believed that their futures were still in flux, the Hatter knew differently. The War Doctor would still make his choice, Gallifrey would still be gone and the Time Lords with it, it wouldn't change anything, but perhaps allow the War Doctor a better understanding and a brief moment of hope for his future before he made that choice. That did allow her some relief to know that at least he wouldn't endure that final moment before he made that choice suffering with the thought of being alone or that his future was as bleak as he likely imagined it was destined to be, but it didn't change anything, at the end of the day.

"Old," she told the War Doctor with a heavy, weighty sigh and a grim expression. She met his eyes from across the room, pulling his attention over to her instantly, "So very, very old...so old that I suspect that we've both likely long forgotten our true ages and resorted to lying, but..." she paused, considering the him with a tired frown, "You're not really asking that, are you? You're wondering how long it's been since the Time War for us...I suppose four hundred years, give or take a decade, is the answer you're really after".

He blinked very slightly at her and frowned slowly, eyeing her with a flicker of surprise, which began to morph into suspicion as he glanced slightly sideways to the Moment sitting calmly beside him. He looked back to the Eleventh Hatter, who returned his curious look with a flat look, before nodding, just once, in confirmation. His eyes widened.

"How..." he began, though he quickly broke off from that line of questioning at the sharp look both she and the Moment gave him.

"The Hatter created me, Doctor," the Moment reminded him with a pointed eye roll, "Did you really think I could ever conceal myself from her eyes? Please..." she scoffed, crossing her arms across her chest and sitting back slightly in her seat, "And let's just keep that to ourselves for a bit, yeah? Your future selves aren't to know about me yet, remember? Not if you want to see the reality of who you will become".

He glanced back over to the Eleventh Hatter, who gave him another pointed, stern glare, as if to say 'Do as you're told, Doctor'. He sighed, slightly, and nodded in agreement, before turning his attention back over to the Eleventh Doctor, eyeing him closely. The Eleventh Hatter sighed in relief, he very nearly blew this whole thing, his future selves would immediately change their whole attitude towards him if they knew the truth and why he was here right now, which couldn't happen. The War Doctor needed to see who he would become, it might not change anything in the end, but it might bring him a sense of peace or understanding, and the Hatter wanted that for him. She might not be able to save him or help him, but if she could try and give him that, even for a brief moment, she would try to.

"Four hundred years," the War Doctor said slowly, shaking his head in slight wonder, "And in all that time you've never even wondered how many there were? You never once counted?"

The Eleventh Doctor suddenly dropped the nail from where he had been fiercely scratching in the stone, spinning around to fix him with a hard glare, "Tell me…" he said softly, "What would be the point?"

"Two point four seven billion," the Tenth Doctor said instead, staring at his future self with a barely concealed, furious glare, full of shame and disgust. It was plain to see that he couldn't possibly understand his future self, couldn't even imagine the words that he was speaking…he had no idea.

The War Doctor's eyebrows shot up in surprise, "You did count!"

"Your tone could use some work," the Tenth Hatter gave the War Doctor an almost cold, warning look, her cheeks pale and one arm wrapped around her middle, almost as if she was hugging herself.

The Eleventh Hatter, however, sighed grimly, "Of course he counted…" she paused, lowering her eyes to the ground, unable to stop the flash of grief and pain from crossing her features, the age old sense of nausea bubbling up inside her just from thinking about it. She would never get used to that, she hoped she never did, truth be told, "We all did," she swallowed thickly and forced her head back up, turning her gaze onto the Tenth Doctor and Hatter, regarding them sadly, "You couldn't possibly understand, not yet, but eventually you will. Don't judge until you have walked our path".

"Your path?" the Tenth Doctor exclaimed in disbelief and anger, walking forward until he stood just a few feet away from the Eleventh Doctor, throwing the Eleventh Hatter another look, "You mean the path where you forget something like that?" he shook his head, his face screwing up in horror, "Four hundred years, is that all it takes?"

She narrowed her eyes on him and marched several steps closer, until she stood directly before him, eyes flashing dangerously, "We forgot nothing!" she snapped, not caring if it was the Doctor standing before her, his accusation and words were not words she could so easily brush aside, even from the lips of her best friend, be it a past version of him or not. She reached up to point at him, barely missing stabbing his chest by an inch, "Each and every single child lost that day lingers just as keenly in our hearts as they do in yours, their loss and sorrow and pain never once forgotten for even a second, so don't you dare accuse us of forgetting them! You have no idea!"

"Hatter," the Eleventh Doctor's hands were suddenly resting on her shoulders, his warmth at her back as the Tenth Doctor's lips parted very slightly in shock and he actually stepped back very slightly from her fury. Her Doctor gently squeezed her shoulders, "Just…breathe. It's like you said, they don't know, not yet…" he turned her away from the Tenth Doctor, giving her a tender, sweet smile as she forced herself to try and relax, feeling some of the red hot anger ebbing away already. He kissed her forehead gently, before his eyes flickered back over to his past self, meeting his brown eyes with a deep frown, "We had to move on".

"How could you possibly move beyond that?" the Tenth Hatter demanded, coming to stand by her Doctor's side, glaring angrily and accusingly back at them. She reached out to place a hand on the Tenth Doctor's arm, not once taking her gaze off the pair before her, "How could you even consider putting aside all of that horror and pain in order to make such a claim?"

The Eleventh Doctor looked to her, then, and back to his own Hatter, his features softening instantly, "We have our reasons," he replied lightly, but there was a warmth to his eyes as he looked as his Hatter.

"No," the Tenth Doctor said, his tone as hard as stone as he looked sharply from the Eleventh Doctor to the Hatter, "No, no, no, for once I want know where I'm going, especially if you're trying to claim that it's enough to make us move forward".

The Eleventh Hatter eyed him knowingly at that, the last hint of her own anger and outrage now utterly leaving her as she saw for herself that while there was most assuredly a lot of anger and disbelief still lingering in the Tenth Doctor's words, he was also desperate and hopeful. He might not understand or even have the ability to comprehend what they had claimed, but he wanted so desperately to. He and his Hatter had suffered for such a long time now and even though they had found happiness in each other, it wasn't enough to take away the grief and sorrow they still felt every second of their lives. The possibility of hope for a brighter, better future was a powerful thing, a thing that the Tenth Doctor and Hatter had not fully experienced since the Time War. She was reminded very acutely of what it was like to be them, she still felt a shadow of it in her own hearts today, but she had learnt to focus her attention and energy into the future of her family, rather than the past. The Tenth Doctor and Hatter had yet to learn that, yet to have a reason powerful enough to force themselves to.

"What makes you think you're going anywhere?" the Eleventh Hatter lifted an eyebrow, smiling very faintly at the couple who still had so, so much left to come, "It's our present that made all the difference, and the future. The past has its place and it is never forgotten, but it cannot control us as it does for you two…" she paused, looking to her Doctor, exchanging a small grin between them, "We have more important, very real concerns to fret over in the present then what has long since occurred and cannot be changed".

She ignored how the Moment shook her head from where she sat by the War Doctor. As did the Tenth Hatter, who stared at her with slightly wide, startled eyes, attempting to make sense of her words, though clearly she hadn't quite grasped fully what she was saying, judging by the little frown on her face. Likewise, the Tenth Doctor was eyeing her and his future self with slightly parted lips, confusion written across his features, but something like hope flickered in his eyes.

"I don't know who you are," the War Doctor broke the silence that had fallen over the cell, shaking his head slowly as he looked from one to the other, frowning, "Any of you. I haven't got the faintest idea".

The Eleventh Hatter glanced over towards him, frowning very faintly as she regarded him. He was watching them with a strange, puzzled expression on his worn features, though she thought she might have a vague sense of what he meant. He was a soldier, a warrior in this body, a version of him that had been specifically picked and designed to fight in a war that he had once so desperately attempted to avoid fighting in. This was a man who likely wouldn't be able to understand how his future selves had come to where they were now, how one could allow himself to be almost crippled by his own grief, while the other had seemingly gone in the opposite direction and somehow found happiness and hope. And as for her…well, she was different again, too. The Tenth Hatter was still far more of a Hatter then she had been compared to the War vision of her, but she was still somehow shadowed, while the Eleventh Hatter, much like the Eleventh Doctor, had found a little moment of happiness and freedom from the haunting, crippling memories of the Time War. None of them were like they had been before the War or during it, each of them had been marked by it and continued to carry those scars, be it in different ways. They must seem quite alien to the likes of the War Doctor.

"They're you, Theta," the Moment said with a small sigh, dragging the War Doctor's gaze immediately over to her as she sat calmly beside him, watching him with knowing, sad eyes, "Those two men are your future, who you will become if you destroy Gallifrey," she shook her head lightly, turning her gaze back to the Doctors, focusing first on the Tenth Doctor, "The man who regrets and…" she turned her eyes to the Eleventh Doctor, "…the man who pretends to forget, but the reality is that he remembers it all just as intensely and painfully," her lips twisted into a sorrowful little smile, "It's a lie, one he and his Hatter have created in order to live for those they love, but a lie nonetheless," her gaze fixed firmly back onto his face, then, sharp eyes narrowed and almost flashing with warning, "The moment is coming, Doctor…the Moment is me. You must decide what will be your fate and the fate of Gallifrey".

The War Doctor swallowed and looked away from her, "No," he said quietly, shaking his head as he caught the Eleventh Hatter's eye…a brief flicker of panic seemed to flair in his eyes.

"No?" the Tenth Doctor repeated as he eyed him in confusion.

"Just…no," he replied more firmly, turning his attention onto him with a hard frown.

The Eleventh Doctor began laughing, then, bracing himself against the pillar with his arm, drawing the entire rooms attention onto him. The War Doctor lifted his eyebrows curiously at him, while the Tenth Hatter turned to give him a faintly bemused smile, the sort of smile you gave to someone when you didn't understand what the joke was, but found it amusing anyway. The Eleventh Hatter simply turned to fix him with an indulgent smirk, but it was the Tenth Doctor who seemed almost annoyed by his chuckling.

"Is something funny?" he asked him with a slightly mocking, sarcastic smile as he walked closer to him, "Did I miss a funny thing?"

"Sorry," the Eleventh Doctor grinned, his laughter dying down very slightly as he turned to face him, absently using the end of the nail to scratch the top of his head, "It just occurred to me," he looked between the Tenth and War Doctor, gesturing between them with the nail, "This is what I'm like when I'm alone…doesn't happen much, to be fair, but it's not far off the mark…"

The Eleventh Hatter laughed, moving back to his side to loop her arm around his elbow, "You're adorable, sweetheart," she told him brightly, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

The Tenth Doctor paused briefly as he eyed their little moment, a flicker of something close to fondness crossing his features as he watched them, before he cleared his throat and looked away, busying himself by reaching into his pocket to slip his sonic screwdriver out of his pocket. He absently began toying with it as he leant back against another pillar, tossing it up into the air and catching it easily again. The Eleventh Hatter smiled to herself as she let go of her Doctor, allowing him to get back to his scratching of the wall…Ten was a romantic at heart, perhaps not as outwardly so as his future body or his Eighth self, but he had such a tender heart.

"Oh, come on, Doctor," the Moment practically cooed, then, suddenly standing right beside the Tenth Doctor, who remained clueless to her presence. She was smirking playfully across the room to the War Doctor, who gave her a small frown. She rolled her eyes at him, "Think it through now, use that brilliant brain of yours…it's the same sonic screwdriver," she gave him a pointed look, her eyes darting back to the sonic being tossed into the air, and back to him again, "Everything is the same, same device, same software, just wrapped up in a different, shiny casing…"

The War Doctor slowly looked down to his own sonic screwdriver in his hand, not nearly as elaborate as his future selves, the casing was indeed much different from his own simple, slim silver casing, but it was the same device. He looked back up and caught the Eleventh Hatter's gaze, his eyes widening very slightly at finding her grinning knowingly at him. He blinked when she winked at him, his lips lifting very slightly.

"Four hundred years…" he murmured, almost in wonder as he held up his own sonic, staring at it.

The Eleventh Hatter grinned broadly and looked across to her past self, who slowly began smiling, too, baby blue eyes lighting up with something close to pride. Oh, they had married very clever boys…a little slow, sometimes, but brilliant when it counted. Even if, technically, that brilliance was really not needed presently, but rather simply a keen eye.

The Tenth Doctor caught his own sonic and looked over to him, frowning, "I'm sorry?" he eyed him.

"At a software level, they're all the same device, aren't they?" he looked around at them all with growing excitement, "Same software, different case".

"Yeah…"

The Eleventh Doctor's eyes lit up, then, and he hastily reached into his own pocket, "So…" he purposely trailed off as he fished out his own sonic.

"So," the War Doctor continued pointedly, rising from the bench to turn and regard the cell door thoughtfully, sonic screwdriver held aloft in one hand, "It would take centuries for the sonic screwdriver to calculate how to disintegrate the door," he lifted his own sonic up and began running it over the door, activating it as he did so, "Scanning the door, implanting the calculation as a permanent subroutine in the software architecture and, if you really are me…" he spun around to wave his sonic screwdriver back at his future selves, who had edged closer to watch him, "With your sandshoes and your dickie bow…" he gave them a slightly dismissive shake of his head, making the Tenth Doctor turn to exchange an exasperated look with the Eleventh Doctor, while both Hatters barely held back laughter behind them, "…and that screwdriver is still mine, that calculation is still going on".

The Tenth Doctor instantly froze, blinking slowly as he quickly lifted up his sonic screwdriver, holding it up to his ear to listen to it as he activated it….it whirred for a brief moment, his eyes widening, "Yeah!" he exclaimed in delight, looking back to the War and Eleventh Doctor, "Still going".

The Eleventh Doctor whipped his own sonic from his pocket, checking it, "Calculation complete," he said in slight surprise, looking back to his Tenth self with a small smile.

"A different casing, perhaps," the Moment said with a grin back over towards the War Doctor, "But at the end of the day, it's still exactly the same inside. Remind you of anything, Theta?"

The War Doctor simply smiled widely in response, looking positively delighted.

"Hey!" the Eleventh Doctor suddenly pointed at the War Doctor, still smiling brightly, his green eyes lit up with excitement, "Four hundred years in four seconds! We may have had our differences, which is frankly odd in the circumstances, but, I tell you what…" he playfully waggled his sonic at the Tenth Doctor, who briefly seemed to consider his words with a slight shrug, "Boys, we are incredibly clever".

There was a brief pause…

"Ah, I knew you'd get there in the end," the Hatter grinned proudly, moving to link her arm around her Doctor, throwing the Tenth and War Doctor a brilliant smile and wink, "I have to admit, it was starting to worry me a tiny bit by how slowly you were getting there…"

"I thought we might have to intervene," the Tenth Hatter commented lightly, smiling widely as she stepped up beside the Tenth Doctor, giving him a quick kiss to his cheek as he blinked blankly at her. She glanced across to her future self, lifting an eyebrow, "Or did we technically interfere, after all? Why do matters such as this have to be so bloody confusing?"

"The delights of being a Time Lady," the brunet mock sighed, though she was still grinning cheerfully, "No one mentions that in the hand book…"

"You knew?" the War Doctor stared at them both, looking caught between shock and amazement, "All this time, you knew how to escape and you never said anything?"

The Tenth Hatter considered him briefly, amusement lightening her eyes, "Still slow on the uptake, aren't they?" she lightly shook her head.

The Eleventh Hatter laughed as she took in the rather baffled and startled expressions each Doctor wore, watching herself and the Tenth Hatter as if they had utterly lost their minds…well, Ten and the War Doctor were, the Eleventh Doctor seemed to be recovering rather quickly and seemed more suspicious than anything else, his eyes slightly narrowed and his lips lifted with a bemused smile. Of course, he would likely be the least thrown by their antics; he had spent the past three hundred years or so married to her, after all. He ought to have predicted this, quite possibly he already had.

"Slow, but still adorable," she replied brightly, smiling fondly around at the Doctors, before shrugging casually, "To be clear, we were never trapped in this cell, and of course I never said anything…this is exactly where I wanted us to be for this…"

And, right on cue, the cell door suddenly swung open and Clara very nearly came tumbling into the room, blinking slightly as she suddenly found herself under all of their attention. She paused, partly still in the doorway, staring back at them with wide eyes. The Tenth Doctor's mouth actually fell open in shock, while the War Doctor blinked rapidly and the Eleventh Doctor frowned briefly, before breaking into a delighted grin and turning to throw the Eleventh Hatter a proud look.

"You knew the entire time that the door wasn't even locked?" he asked her, looking rather close to either bursting into laughter or throwing his arms around her.

The Eleventh Hatter lifted her chin in a mock haughty expression, though her grin rather ruined it, "Yep".

"Why didn't you say anything?" the War Doctor blinked at her, looking rather startled as he pulled his gaze from Clara in the doorway, fixing the brunet Time Lady with an almost accusing frown.

"Why didn't you check if the door was locked?"

He looked rather thrown by that, while the Tenth Doctor opened his mouth to respond…only to hastily shut his mouth, grimacing very slightly as he awkwardly reached up to scratch the back of his neck, evidently deciding that the wisest move here was to say nothing. Smart man, married barely a few weeks and he was already catching on. The Eleventh Doctor didn't even bother to hide his laugh, holding up his hand to high five his Hatter, who happily returned the gesture. It didn't seem to bother him that she had been calling him out; too, he just seemed amused and proud of her.

"Perfect timing, Clara," the Eleventh Hatter focused her attention onto the girl, giving her a bright, warm smile, before pausing, frowning very slightly as she glanced sideways at her Tenth self, "Good thing, too. It would have been awfully less dramatic had that door not opened when it did…"

The Tenth Hatter, however, was staring at Clara with a puzzled frown across her sharp features, "I'm sorry…" she said slowly, her tone sounding far to forcefully polite to be entirely believable, her smile just that tiny bit to strained…the Tenth Doctor immediately looked at her in concern, though she had eyes only for Clara, "But have we met before?"

"Eh…" Clara looked quickly back over to the Eleventh Doctor and Hatter, giving them a rather alarmed look, which practically screamed 'What the hell do I say?'

Thankfully, Clara was saved from having to say anything by a sudden worried hiss that seemed to echo back up the hallway from behind Clara.

"Astra, wait! You can't just go running off like that, you know the rules!"

The Eleventh Hatter instantly felt as if a great weight had been lifted off her very chest as a tiny figure suddenly came running through the doorway, easily dodging around Clara, a tiny figure that barely reached Clara's hip and dressed in a pink pair of skirted overalls and sparkling rainbow trainers. Astra's entire baby-rounded face was filled with pure joy as she caught sight of her parents.

"Mummy!" she cried out, "Daddy!"

"Astra!" the Eleventh Hatter shouted in joy, immediately crouching down to open her arms to greet her.

"My little star!" the Eleventh Doctor laughed at the same time, looking positively thrilled.

Astra practically flew into the room, all but throwing herself into her mother's arms, swinging her little arms around her mother's neck as the Hatter rose with her in her arms, squeezing her so tightly. The Eleventh Doctor leaned over the Hatter's shoulder to press a kiss to Astra's hair, making the Time Tot giggle.

"Oh, my…" a barely audible whisper broke through the air, then, causing the others in the room to look over to see the Tenth Hatter gaping at the sight. She looked horribly pale, almost faint as she clutched the Tenth Doctor's arm as if it was the only thing keeping her still standing. She opened and closed her mouth several times, no sound leaving her lips, "I…you're…" she swallowed, hard, her eyes fixed on the toddler now peering curiously at her from within the Eleventh Hatter's arms. She released a shuddering breathe, "It's true".

Astra broke into a bright smile and began trying to wiggle herself free from her mother's embrace, the Eleventh Hatter hesitating very slightly with a worried look at her past self, before letting her back down onto her own two feet. Astra immediately skipped over to the fair haired Time Lady, not even pausing before throwing her arms around her legs, hugging her firmly as she pressed her face into the Tenth Hatter's leg.

"Mummy!"

"'Mummy?'" the Tenth Doctor murmured in shock, staring down at the toddler clinging to his Hatter with a rather stunned expression.

"It's a lot, I know," the Eleventh Doctor gave him an almost sympathetic smile, moving to pat his arm, though he hardly seemed to even notice the gesture, and the Tenth Hatter looked closer to stone than anything else, still looking down at Astra with wide eyes.

"I don't imagine my presence is going to help anything, either," a slightly wary, if rather hopeful voice spoke from the doorway. Jen stood next to Clara, watching the scene unfold with a slightly awkward smile, almost nervously tugging at the cuff of her Victorian morning coat, which was rather odd, considering that Jen didn't typically display such obvious signs of nervousness with her military training…She was eyeing the Tenth Doctor and Hatter with something close to longing, though, if very slightly mixed apprehension, too.

Instantly, the Tenth Doctor and Hatter's heads snapped up to her. It was amazing that two people could possibly look more shocked and yet still remain standing, but here they were. The Tenth Hatter gasped and tears filled her eyes, a sob almost seeming to catch in her throat, while the Tenth Doctor looked rather close to fainting himself, his eyes widening in disbelief as he stared across the room at the daughter he had believed to have lost only a short time ago. They had grieved for Jen, for the girl she was and everything that she might have become, but yet here she was, alive and whole, a part of their lives in the future. It was almost too much to imagine.

"Astra," the Eleventh Doctor murmured softly, moving to pull Astra away from the Tenth Hatter, taking her little hand in his as he looked from Jen to the Tenth Doctor and Hatter. They would need a moment between the three of them.

"Jenny…" the Tenth Doctor whispered, the Hatter seemingly unable to speak, "It's impossible".

Jen flashed him a brilliant grin, one so very similar to the Hatter's that it was positively startling. She truly did like a mini copy of the Tenth Hatter, but her features were just a tiny bit softer and her chin seemed to resemble the Tenth Doctor's more so, slightly less pointed then the Hatter's was. The Eleventh Hatter looked from her eldest daughter and back to the Tenth Doctor and Hatter, a soft smile crossing her features. She knew that as much as Jen loved this version of herself and the Doctor, these were the versions of them that she had searched for. She hoped, very dearly, for Jen's sake that she got the chance to know those versions of them better, she deserved it.

"Nothing's impossible, Father," she reminded him with a cheeky smile, "Just a bit unlikely. You taught me that".

That made him laugh faintly, a look of wonder crossing his features as he seemed to just stare at her, taking in her features with the hunger that only a parent could possibly possess, a parent who had long since thought that they had last laid eyes upon their child. The Tenth Hatter swallowed, thickly, then, and actually managed a small smile of disbelief.

"It truly is you," she shook her head slowly, her voice barely above a whisper, "Jenny…my Jenny…"

And in the next blink of an eye Jen was suddenly across the room, wrapped up in both of the Tenth Doctor and Hatter's arms, laughing and crying along with them as she allowed the Tenth Hatter to cradle her face in her hands. Clara smiled softly as she watched them, while the Eleventh Hatter looked rather close to tears herself as she watched, knowing very keenly how much this would matter to them all. Astra seemed more curious then anything, but she made little move to try and escape from her father's gentle hold. The War Doctor regarded the whole scene with a rather startled expression, seemingly not quite knowing how to feel about the whole state of affairs that his future had become.

"I…don't believe it," the War Doctor murmured with a faint shake of his head, staring at the embracing little family. The Eleventh Hatter, hearing him, edged closer to his side, eyeing his face with a knowing expression. He barely seemed to notice, blinking slowly.

"Everything you once hoped for will come true, one day," the Time Lady assured him quietly, smiling softly at him as he turned to look at her sharply, looking briefly surprised by her suddenly standing by his side. She reached out to touch his arm, "It might not be how you pictured it as a hopeful, romantic young man that you once were, before everything came and forced us down the different paths that our families desired for us, but it will happen. We'll be a family, Doctor".

He looked at her for a long moment, searching her face, almost, for what she wasn't entirely sure, but she allowed it, "Have I…has he made you happy?" he asked her in an almost worried whisper, hope filling his eyes.

She laughed, smiling widely, "Happier than anyone has any right to be in this Universe," she replied instantly, just as softly as he, "And most assuredly happier than I ever could have thought possible after all that was lost".

"…What do I even call you two?" Jen was asking the Tenth Doctor and Hatter with a slightly fretful frown across her face. The embrace had ended between the three of them, but the Tenth Hatter still had a hold of her hand, while the Tenth Doctor was grinning down at her with a positively giddy sort of smile, "I mean, I can't really call you 'Mum' and 'Dad,'" she gave them an apologetic look, casting a quick, almost nervous look back over towards the Eleventh Doctor and Hatter, "No offence, but…well, they're my Mum and Dad…not that you're not my Mum and Dad, too, because obviously you are, but…"

"I see she got your ability to talk, sweetheart," the Tenth Hatter grinned widely, shooting her Doctor a playful glare. Jen instantly snapped her mouth shut, blushing.

The Tenth Doctor gave his Hatter a mock glare in return, though he was still grinning, "Oh, like you don't ramble yourself, dear?"

"How about you just call us…'Mother' and 'Father,'" the Tenth Hatter purposely ignored the Doctor's comment to smile at Jen, "A little on the formal side for my taste, but needs are must, I suppose".

"Okay!" Jen grinned, actually looking rather relieved as she nodded quickly, "That'll work".

"You're really the Doctor and the Hatter, aren't you?" Clara said slowly as she eyed the Tenth Doctor and Hatter with a slightly amazed expression, bringing the rooms attention back over to her. She glanced at the War Doctor, then, eyeing him thoughtfully, "You're one of them, too, yeah?"

"Yes," the Eleventh Doctor agreed instantly, glancing at her with a small smile, while Astra lightly swung his arm, watching the Tenth Doctor and Hatter curiously…no doubt a little confused by the fact that they hadn't immediately swept her up in their arms, as was expected. He gave Clara a small frown, "You've met them before. Don't you remember?"

"A bit," she shrugged lightly, her gaze lingering on the Tenth Doctor and Hatter, "Nice suit".

The Tenth Doctor gave her a grin, "Thanks".

The Tenth Hatter groaned very slightly, "And there goes his ego…" she playfully rolled her eyes, making her Doctor laugh and grab her hand, bringing it up to his lips to press a tender kiss to her knuckles, the very gesture instantly making her blush slightly.

"Aww," Clara cooed, smirking as she lightly nudged the Eleventh Doctor's arm, making him drag his eyes off the younger couple to give her a slightly confused frown, "They're so cute together".

"Oi!" he gave her a slightly offended glare, "What are you trying to say? The Hatter and I are still cute together, thank you!"

"Something tells me he's way smoother then you," she replied with a grin, making the Eleventh Hatter laugh and the Eleventh Doctor almost gape at her, looking highly insulted by the obvious teasing. She smirked and shot the Eleventh Hatter a wink, before pausing. She glanced down at Astra, lifting an eyebrow slightly, "You know, I know that Astra's pretty good at adapting to stuff, but surely even being in a room with three versions of her mum and dad's got to be a little confusing?"

"She's a Time Tot, Clara," the Eleventh Hatter said lightly, giving her a gentle smile, still rather amused by her teasing…ever since it had come out that Clara truly had once been her niece, Clara had seemed to grow far more comfortable around them, teasing the Doctor far more frequently then she had once done, which was rather saying something. She shrugged slightly, smiling fondly down at Astra, "It's practically in her DNA to recognise her parents, no matter what face or form they take, it's just…biological. And Time Lords have little care for gender or faces, is it truly that shocking?"

"I guess not," she said with a brief consideration of that, before she paused, frowning very slightly dubiously, "But, I mean, seriously?" she gave the Doctors a slightly flat look, raising her eyebrows, "None of you thought to try the door?"

The War Doctor didn't even bother to look ashamed, "It should have been locked," he defended himself with a small shrug.

"Yes," the Eleventh Doctor frowned, glancing warily at his Hatter, "Why wasn't it locked?"

"Because I was fascinated to see what you would do upon escaping," Queen Elizabeth herself said lightly as she suddenly pushed the partly closed cell door open, stopping within the doorway to smile pleasantly at them as they stared at her in surprise, "I understand you're rather fond of this world. It's time I think you saw what's going to happen to it".

She gave them a cool glare, before grasping the front of her skirts and whirling around, heading back up the passageway she had come down. The Eleventh Hatter exchanged a quick look with her Doctor, the Eleventh Doctor frowning very slightly as he reached down to pick up Astra, settling her on his hip as she immediately looped her little arms around his neck. Well, Elizabeth's words sounded ominous enough…who would have thought that Zygons could be so fond of being dramatic?

…..

They followed the Queen through the Tower of London and down into one of the lower levels of the Tower, where the loud sound of hissing and almost mechanical crackling seemed to echo down the hallway. They were led through an open wooden door and into a large chamber, the Eleventh Hatter's eyebrows lifting in slight alarm at the scale of the Zygons operation was revealed before them, looking down over the wooden banister and down into a second chamber below them, filled with Zygons busy working at large computers scattered around the chamber, looking horribly out of place in the Medieval space. It was quite the little set up they had going, a little bigger than even the Eleventh Hatter had initially assumed the Zygons to have going on.

"The Zygons lost their own world," Elizabeth explained to them as she calmly walked them closer to the balcony banister, looking perfectly at ease as she looked down over it, "It burnt in the first days of the Time War. A new home is required".

"So they want this one?" Clara looked nervously down at the creatures working below them, frowning.

"Not yet," she shook her head, levelling her with a haughty expression that very much looked as if it belonged to a true Queen, "It's far to primitive. Zygons are used to a certain level of comfort".

"Huh," the Tenth Hatter looked sideways to her Doctor, her voice low, "Who would have thought Zygons could be such snobs?"

"Commander," a low, raspy voice suddenly spoke from behind them, causing them to turn to find that one of the Zygon's had approached them. Jen and Clara couldn't quite conceal their looks of disgust at the sight of rows of sharp, little teeth covered in yellow, thick mucus dripping down a rubbery, dark orange mouth. It eyed them with unreserved suspicion and dislike, "Why are these creatures here?"

The Eleventh Hatter frowned very slightly, "Creatures?" she murmured in mild offence, regarding the Zygon closely, "Rude".

Elizabeth fixed the creature with a pleasant, if very slightly condescending smile, "Because I say they should be," she replied, lifting her eyebrows pointedly, "It is time you too were translated," she smiled again as the creature gave an almost eager hiss, turning to march away from them and over to where a small, clear crystal cube sat on a pedestal…the Eleventh Hatter's eyes widened at the sight of it, watching the creature closely as Elizabeth glanced at them, "Observe this. I believe you will find it fascinating".

Deeply concerning was probably a better word for how this situation was, all of them watching closely as the Zygon reached out one large, thick fingered hand to place it over the top of the cube. A blue light glowed from within the crystal and then, in the next second, the creature seemed to almost be swallowed by the crystal, disappearing right before their very eyes without a trace left behind. Clara's eyebrows shot up, while Jen's mouth slipped open in amazement. Sitting propped up against the wall across from the cube, a rather familiar looking desert-like landscape sat, one of the very same ones that they had seen in the gallery, and as they watched, a small, blurred figure appeared within the canvas of the painting, looking as if it had always been there.

"Wait, but that's…" Jen gasped slightly, pointing at the painting, "Is that actually the Zygon in the picture? A literal, living, breathing creature…" she shook her head in almost disbelief and wonder, baby blue eyes lit up with almost childlike amazement, "…and it's just been…transported into an actual picture?"

"It's not a picture, it's a status cube," the War Doctor corrected her, giving her a very small, if slightly awkward smile. He almost seemed as if he wanted to be amused by how excited she was, but there was a flicker of sadness in his eyes, too, as he watched her edge closer towards the picture, peering at it intently, "Time Lord art. Frozen instants in time, bigger on the inside, but could be deployed as…."

"Suspended animation!" the Tenth Doctor exclaimed in realisation, turning to look quickly to the Tenth Hatter, who instantly gasped and nodded. He shook his head slowly, looking rather impressed. Neither the Eleventh Doctor or Hatter were surprised, however, having already come to such a conclusion from the evidence they saw in the Gallery, "Oh, that's very good!"

"Quite clever, yeah," the Tenth Hatter agreed, moving to stand next to Jen, eyeing the picture with slightly narrowed eyes, "So that's the plan, then, hide yourselves away within paintings and then wait for a few centuries until the Earth has developed enough for your tastes, and then pop back out again to take over from the shadows…" she tilted her head thoughtfully, "As far as invasion plans go, it's quite neat".

"You see, Clara, Jen…" the Eleventh Doctor considered the painting with a faint frown, seeing the girls still looking curiously at the painting, "They're stored in the paintings in the Under Gallery, like cup-a-soups!" he suddenly pointed at the girls, his eyes brightening as they both glanced back to him with varying degrees of bafflement, on Clara's side, and amusement, on Jen's, "Except you add time, if you can picture that…" he shook his head quickly, before either girl could respond, pulling a slight face, "Nobody can picture that. Forget I said cup-a-soups".

The Tenth Doctor lifted his eyebrows very slightly, casting his future self a sideways glance, while the Tenth Hatter looked rather close to giggling.

"I actually loved that analogy, sweetheart," the Eleventh Hatter grinned, giving him an amused look, which instantly made him smile proudly.

"Daddy's funny!" Astra cheered, patting his shoulder.

"Okay," Jen cut in, eyeing the painting with a deep frown, "So if this is all about invasion, then that must mean that the Zygons reckon Earth's ready for them, in Clara's time".

"They're invading the future from the past," Clara said slowly, her eyes slightly wide, not taking her gaze from off the painting.

"Exactly," the Eleventh Doctor nodded, frowning grimly.

The Tenth Doctor narrowed his eyes, before suddenly spinning back around, "And do you know why I know that you're a fake?" he lifted his eyebrows as he turned on Elizabeth, walking over to her as she calmly looked back at him, seeming almost amused. He looked her up and down, scoffing, "Because you're such a bad copy…"

Clara moved closer to the Eleventh Hatter, who had turned with the others to also watch the exchange, "That's the real Elizabeth, isn't it?" she whispered to the brunet Time Lady, sighing very slightly.

"Of course," she smirked back, her voice just as low.

"You're not going to say anything?"

"Now why would I do that? Consider it a little, tiny taste of revenge for him making Queen Elizabeth fall in love with him during our bloody honeymoon….and she would agree with me".

Clara and the Eleventh Hatter both glanced over to the Tenth Hatter, who caught their eyes and shot them both a very slightly annoyed glare, crossing her arms across her chest as she turned back to watch her husband make a right fool of himself…but the corner of her lips were very slightly lifted. Annoyed as she might be, she did seem to be rather enjoying this little scene playing out, making not a single move to intervene.

"It's not just the smell," the Tenth Doctor continued with a grimace, eyeing the Queen with a sharp, narrowed eyed glare, "Or the unconvincing hair, or the atrocious teeth, or the eyes…" he leaned slightly closer to her to peer intently into her face, utterly missing how Elizabeth gave him a dark glare in return, "…just a bit too close together, or the breath that could stun a horse," he straightened back from her with a disgusted face, before giving her a stern glare, "It's because the real Elizabeth would never be stupid enough to reveal her own plan. Honestly, why would you do that?"

"Idiot," the Tenth Hatter sighed in exasperation, reaching up to pinch the bridge of her nose, looking almost physically pained…the Tenth Doctor's head snapped up to stare at her, blinking blankly at her. She groaned, shaking her head, "I'm married an idiot".

The Eleventh Hatter stepped up beside her and gave her arm a nudge, throwing her a comforting grin when she lowered her hand to give her a slightly flat look, "Cheer up," she told her brightly, "At least he's still cute".

"Oi!" the Eleventh Doctor exclaimed, pouting at her.

"Yes, sweetheart," she rolled her eyes fondly, her tone growing amused, "You're adorable, too".

"I…don't understand…" the Tenth Doctor frowned, looking blankly around at them all, the War Doctor smiling faintly in amusement, seemingly just enjoying being present, while Jen looked very slightly confused and Clara seemed to be struggling to control giggles.

The Tenth Hatter fixed him with a pointed look, "I wonder why someone would just go and completely reveal their entire masterful plan if they're not a total idiot, like the Master?" she paused, pretending to consider it, before she gasped in mock shock and rolled her eyes, "Maybe…because it isn't their plan, after all and it's actually the real Queen Elizabeth pretending to be a Zygon Elizabeth, after all, Doctor".

There was a pause as the Tenth Doctor stared back at her, her words seemingly still processing through his mind as he blinked slowly, looking quite startled. Slowly, he glanced back to Elizabeth, finding her glaring back at him with a rather haughty expression. He leaned slightly back from her again.

"Okay," he said with a slow nod, realisation finally hitting him…Clara practically had to cover her mouth to stop giggles from escaping her lips, while the Eleventh Hatter was forced to bite her tongue, "So, backtracking a moment just to lend context to my earlier remarks…"

Elizabeth rolled her eyes at him and instead turned to the Tenth Hatter, dismissing him, evidently, "My twin is dead in the forest," she informed them, suddenly reaching down to hitch up the side of her dress to reveal red stocking clad legs…the Eleventh Doctor hastily closed his eyes and covered Astra's eyes, missing Elizabeth removing an ornate dagger from her golden garter on her leg. She slipped the dagger from its sheath and held it up, as if preparing to stab someone, the Tenth Doctor quickly leaning backwards from her with wide eyes, "I am accustomed to taking precautions".

"I can't condone the murder part," the Eleventh Hatter remarked as she eyed her, looking rather impressed and amused, "But I must say, well done, you Majesty. Very nicely played".

"Thank you," she smirked, inclining her head very slightly in recognition, before shaking her head, "These Zygon creatures never even considered that it was me who survived rather than their commander," she scoffed, "The arrogance that typifies their kind".

"Zygons?" Clara asked, looking quite impressed herself.

"Men".

The women within the room and exchanged grins, while the Doctors frowned very slightly, looking rather disgruntled.

"You really killed one of the creatures?" Jen eyed the Queen a little dubiously, or more accurately, just how heavy and thick her dress was, no doubt knowing well enough from her time in Victorian Britain how difficult even basic tasks could be to accomplish in those things, let alone physically defending one's self.

Elizabeth lifted her chin proudly, "I may have the body of a weak and feeble woman, but at the time…" she broke into a smirk, "So did the Zygon," she looked back to the Tenth Doctor and Hatter, "The future of my kingdom is imperilled, Doctor, Lady Hattie, can I rely on your services?"

"Always," the Tenth Hatter said instantly, nodding firmly.

The Tenth Doctor frowned very faintly, "Well, we're going to need the TARDIS…" he began.

"It has been procured already," Elizabeth cut him off, smiling knowingly at him.

"Ah," his eyebrows lifted in surprise, and he turned to grin broadly at his Hatter, who looked delighted by the news.

The delight lasted barely a second.

"But first, my love," the Queen continued, eyes still fixed on the Tenth Doctor with an almost hungry look glinting in her eyes, her lips lifted in a eager smile…instantly, the smiles faded from their faces, "You have a promise to keep".

Jen frowned in confusion, while Clara stared at Elizabeth with a rather startled expression, seemingly not at all failing to notice the way she was eyeing up the Doctor. The War Doctor seemed far more curious than anything else, while the Eleventh Doctor groaned and ducked his head, looking rather mortified. The Eleventh Hatter glanced sideways to her past self, who was covering her face again with a pained expression.

"Damn it," the blonde Time Lady muttered into her hands, just loud enough for her future counterpart to hear her, "I hoped a sudden arrival of aliens on her world might have put her off getting hitched….apparently, I underestimated her".

"Oh, well," the Eleventh Hatter reached over to pat her arm, giving her a bracing smile that looked just a little too bright to be entirely believable, not quite concealing the flicker of amusement in her eyes, "I'm sure it will be a lovely ceremony. I do love weddings".

"You're the most annoying Hatter, its official".

"Nah," she grinned cheekily at her, "Imagine if Hatter Two was here, bouncing off the walls worse than Astra on a ice cream high, and then there was Hatter Three, now I'm sure she would have had some real nice sarcastic comments to say. Oh, and then there's also Hatter Five, now you just know she would have…"

"Oh, spare me," the Tenth Hatter groaned, lifting her head to give Elizabeth a rather resigned look, "Your Majesty, I do believe I may be able to assist you in your wedding preparations," she said loud enough to be heard, instantly drawing the attention of the room…the Tenth Doctor's mouth fell open in horror, gaping at her. She ignored them all, fixing a fake, cheerful smile to her lips as she looked directly at the Queen, "I'll take care of everything".

…

Apparently, 'Taking care of everything' meant arranging for the sudden marriage to take place not even two hours later, right in the middle of the courtyard of the Tower of London, while a breeze ruffled through the air and the distant sound of crows chirping sounded. Very romantic. An elaborate tent had been set up for the ceremony, where a man that looked rather shabbily dressed in the robes of a priest stood before the opening of the tent, eyes slightly unfocused as he peered down at the open page of the bible. The man had a distinct smell of alcohol about him, though only if you stood downwind from him, but it was enough for the Eleventh Hatter to be absolutely positive that the man was no more a priest then she was…then again, she did know for a fact that he wasn't anything more than a partly drunken man that her past counterpart had managed to find less than an hour ago outside a nearby tavern and paid him with more gold coins then he could possibly carry to just pretend to marry a couple…a couple that most assuredly did not include the Queen of England. The man, fortunately, was a scribe and therefore knew how to read, another stroke of luck, though he did stumble his way through the ceremony quite a bit, but thankfully Elizabeth was far to besotted with her farce of a marriage to seem to notice, gazing lovingly into the Tenth Doctor's rather horrified, tense face throughout the mock service.

"This is just so wrong," Jen muttered to Clara, standing off to the left side of the ceremony, on the bride's side of the aisle, had they been in a church…the Eleventh and War Doctor stood on the groom's side with Astra standing by the Eleventh Doctor, holding a small basket full of red and white rose petals. She shook her head slightly with a deep frown, "I don't get why we're even going through with this, surely Mum could have come up with something and gotten us out of this? Why bother getting a fake priest?"

"Why does your mum do most of the strange stuff she does, Jen?" Clara whispered back to her, even though she was eyeing the ongoing ceremony with a rather bemused expression, too, "For the fun of it".

Her eyebrows shot up, eyeing how the Tenth Doctor looked rather close to just fleeing himself as the service went on, "How exactly is this fun?" she blinked, puzzled.

"Shh," the Eleventh Hatter leant over towards the girls, giving them a stern look…though she was smiling very slightly as she hushed them.

Jen turned to her, fixing her with a deep frown, "Mum, seriously, why are we doing this?" she asked her in a low voice, while the fake priest stumbled his way through the Queen's full name, practically butchering it…, "Aren't we just wasting time?"

"It's never a waste of time if it's a wedding," she told her brightly, shrugging cheerfully.

"But why…?"

"Because, my darling," she cut across her softly, still looking far to amused, "Future events must come to pass…consider it things coming full circle, if you will. And, besides, marrying Queen Elizabeth is ultimately harmless, if rather embarrassing and awkward, but it did happen and while it may not be a fixed point, it would make a bit of a mess if it didn't occur".

"And you're enjoying yourself way too much, too," Clara added with a knowing, pointed look at her.

She grinned, "This time around I am," she admitted, glancing sideways to where her past self stood beside her, watching everything going on with a pained, forced smile and an annoyed glint in her baby blue eyes. She turned back to Jen and Clara, still smiling, "Besides, what would you have us do? Hypnotise her into believing she had married the Doctor and then taken off?"

"Wait…" Clara paused, blinking slowly as she considered that, while Jen's eyes widened very slightly, "You could have actually have done that?"

"Sure, but again, where's the fun in that?"

"…I now pronounce you man and wife," the fake priest announced, and the Eleventh Hatter immediately turned her gaze back to the happy couple, grinning as she began clapping.

"Play along," she hissed from the corner of her mouth to Jen and Clara, "Elizabeth's still watching".

Clara rolled her eyes slightly, "Woo hoo!" she cheered, though it fell rather flat.

"Yeah!" Jen added at the same time, clapping along with a slightly bemused expression, seemingly truly not understanding why they were putting on this whole show.

"You may kiss the bride".

The Tenth Doctor glanced almost fearfully back across to Elizabeth at that news, his eyes widening in horror as Elizabeth practically lunged at him, wrapping her arm around his neck and pulling him down to her rather shorter height, kissing him rather passionately…the poor Doctor stood slightly limply, his eyes still wide as the kiss went on…and on…Clara and Jen looked at each other in disgust, while the Eleventh Hatter winced very slightly.

"Daddy," Astra looked up at the Eleventh Doctor, frowning deeply as she tugged at his coat sleeve, "Why is other Daddy kissing that woman? Shouldn't he be kissing other Mummy?"

"Eh…" the Eleventh Doctor gave her a briefly panicked look, before he hastily fixed a bright smile to his lips and reached down to stoke her cheek, "It's just…a trick, my star. A game, a very, very silly game…"

The War Doctor watched the embracing pair with his eyebrows lifted, looking very slightly disturbed by the display that just seemed to continue, "Is there a lot of this in the future?" he asked, sounding rather concerned and alarmed.

His future self looked up from Astra to glance back over to the pair, grimacing at the sight, "It does start to happen, yeah," he admitted, before shooting him a suddenly very sharp glare, "But never intentionally. We're very, very happily married, I'll have you know…" he looked passed the still kissing couple to catch his Hatter's eye, giving her a small, if very slightly embarrassed grin.

The Eleventh Hatter smiled back at him and lifted her hand up to wiggle her fingers back at him, before sighing as she glanced sideways to her past self…, "Lovely ceremony, don't you think?" she cleared her throat, giving her a bracing smile.

The Tenth Hatter gave her a rather dirty glare, "Shut up".

The Tenth Doctor finally managed to pull himself out of Elizabeth's tight embrace, then, blinking rapidly down at her for a brief moment. He looked rather as if he had been just whacked over the head with a hammer, while a barely concealed look of horror lingered in his eyes. He hastily grasped her wrists, seemingly trying to prevent the woman from grabbing him again, which seemed rather wise…the Eleventh Hatter didn't know if she ought to laugh at the look on his face, or feel pity for the bloke. He had, in part, brought it on himself, to be fair.

"God speed, my love," Elizabeth gasped, giving him a positively adoring smile.

"Um, yes…" he nodded slowly, giving her a slightly frightened, wary look, "I'll, er…be right back…" he released his hold on her wrists and quickly stepped away from her, turning his back on her as he reached up to wipe his lips, pulling a face as he did so. He caught his Hater's eyes and gave her a sheepish look, "Never, ever, again," he whispered to her urgently as he moved to quickly grab her hand, practically pulling her along with him over towards where the TARDIS stood off to the side of the courtyard. He brought her hand up to his lips to kiss, "I'm never pretending to be interested in another woman again".

"I should hope not, Doctor," the Tenth Hatter hissed back at him, reaching into her pocket for her TARDIS key, seeming just as eager as him to flee, "That was far from a pleasant experience…."

Her voice disappeared as she and her Doctor slipped inside the TARDIS. The Eleventh Hatter gave Elizabeth a hasty smile, before she and her Doctor began to follow after them, Clara, Jen, the War Doctor, and Astra right on their heels as they went, Astra skipping away without seemingly much of a case of what she had just witnessed as she took up Jen's hand. The Time Lady was quite relieved that Astra was still far too young to fully understand just what had happened, seemingly believing her father when she said it was just a silly little game that the other version of him was playing.

"Right then," the Eleventh Doctor commented as they neared the TARDIS doors, lifting his eyebrows as he glanced at his Hatter, looking quite pleased to be getting away, "Back to the future".

He pushed the doors open and stepped inside, the Eleventh Hatter following right behind him, her lips immediately curving into a faint smile at the sight that greeted her. It was the old console room, all dark, moody lighting and lots of browns with the grated flooring and ramp that led up to the large console in the middle of the room. Great Y-beams of TARDIS coral were positioned around the room. Blimey, how many of her fondest memories included this control room as their back drop? This had been the room the Doctor had first properly kissed her in, the room that they had confessed their love to one another in. She forgot how much she missed it, even if it was rather gloomier then she preferred.

"You've let this place go a bit," the War Doctor said as he peered around the room, taking it all in with a very slightly disproving air.

"Ah, it's his grunge phase," the Eleventh Doctor grinned fondly, absently tossing the status cube that they had stolen from the Zygon up into the air, easily catching it again, "He grows out of it".

The Tenth Doctor shot them a small glare, reaching up to tenderly pat the Time Rotor, "Don't you listen to them," he cooed, making the Tenth Hatter laugh from the other side of the console, toying with the controls.

"Blimey, I feel like I'm meeting an old friend," the Eleventh Hatter remarked as she neared the controls, looking over them with a bright smile, feeling a wave of sentiment wash over her…when, suddenly, a loud, high pitched alarm began blaring and she frowned, glancing up at the Time Rotor in concern, "Oh, well, I suppose that's to be expected…"

"What's wrong?" Jen asked as she came to stand beside her, eyeing the console worriedly.

She opened her mouth to respond, absently placing a hand down on the edge of the console, when suddenly there was a sharp jolt of electricity that went right up through her palm, "Ow!" she exclaimed, snatching her hand back…

In the blink of an eye, suddenly the interior of the entire console room had changed, causing them all to jump back slightly as a white flash of light briefly blinded them. The controls remained the same, save for the light of the Time Rotor becoming pure white, instead of a greenish blue hue, while the grating on the floor became a solid white panelling and the walls changed from a golden colour, to a white panelling with many rounded circles all over the walls. It looked like a mix between the Tenth Doctor's console room and the more old school, white version his previous selves used to use, back before the Time War.

"The desktop if glitching!" the Tenth exclaimed, looking around with a slightly disgruntled frown.

"Three of us from different time zones," the War Doctor looked around thoughtfully, "It's trying to compensate".

"It's not half bad, actually," the Tenth Hatter lifted an eyebrow, seeming pleasantly surprised as she eyed the brighter, pure white light.

"Hey, look!" the Eleventh Doctor cheered suddenly, looking positively delighted as he edged around the console to look at his past selves eagerly. He pointed over towards one of the walls, looking rather like Astra when she got excited, "The round things!"

The Tenth Doctor looked at the wall; too, breaking into a smile, "I love the round things".

"What are the round things?"

"No idea".

The Eleventh Hatter looked over to her past self, giving her a fond smirk, "Adorable," she said, making her past self grin back at her, laughing slightly. She shook her head and turned back to the controls, "Never mind that now, Doctors! Work to be done, Clara, be a dear and keep an eye on Astra for me, please…"

"Sure," Clara immediately moved to where Astra still stood by Jen, holding her hand, peering around curiously…a little too curiously at the console, truth be told. She flashed the Time Tot a bright smile and reached down to pick her up off the floor, settling her on her hip.

"The friction contrafibulator ought to fix it…" she continued as she ran her eyes over the controls, before smiling happily, "Ah, there! Jen…"

Jen smiled excitedly at the prospect of getting the chance to do anything with the console…her parents had been keeping quite a close eye with her any time they let her even look over the controls, according to her mother there was still somewhat of a question about just who she took after in regards to driving abilities. Her dad had been rather offended by that remark, until her mum had reminded him pointedly that he had never quite managed to actually pass his TARDIS exam back in school. He had become oddly silent on the subject ever since.

"On it!" she hurried forward, scooting around the Tenth Hatter, who watched her with a slightly surprised smile, and around to one of the control panels. It took her a moment to locate the proper control, and a quick glance over to the Eleventh Hatter to make sure it really was the right control, before she pulled the lever….

Another bright flash sparked through the room and, suddenly, they were standing in the Eleventh Doctor and Hatter's console room, well, the second version that they had been using ever since they had lost Amy and Rory, all steal and baby proofed sharp corners.

"And there we go," the Eleventh Hatter smiled proudly, "Stabilised. Excellent work, Jen-Jen".

"You know how to fly the TARDIS?" the Tenth Hatter stared at Jen, a look of delight and pride written plainly across her sharp features.

Jen smiled, "Just learning," she said with a small shrug.

"Clearly, you're a natural," the Tenth Doctor flashed her a grin, winking as he glanced over towards his Hatter, "Just like your mum…"

"Oi!" the Eleventh Doctor huffed vey slightly, throwing him a small, offended glare, "We're not that bad at driving".

No one said a word, though both Hatters looked dangerously close to bursting out laughing, while Clara exchanged a grin with Jen.

"Oh, you've redecorated," the Tenth Doctor redirected his attention to the room itself, eyeing it curiously as he slowly turned on the spot…his features suddenly screwed up in distaste, "I don't like it".

"To bright for you, is it?" the Eleventh Hatter gave him an innocent smirk, making him glance back over to her, fixing her with a mock glare…but he was smiling very slightly, looking amused by the teasing, if very slightly surprised by it.

"Oh," the Eleventh Doctor, however, pouted, giving him a slightly narrowed eyed glare, "Oh, yeah? Oh, you never do!" he ignored the face his past self pulled back at him, shaking his head, "Listen, we're going to the National Gallery. The Zygons are underneath it…"

"No, UNIT HQ," Clara cut in quickly, shaking her head, "They followed us there in the Black Archive," she paused as she quite suddenly found herself under the rather intense, sharp gaze of five Time Lords. She blinked slowly, her eyes widening, "Okay….so you've heard of it, then".

The Eleventh Hatter gave her a levelled, grim frown, "Oh, we know it," she told her, her tone light, not matching her expression in the slightest.

Clara gave her a rather startled look, before glancing over to Jen, both girls exchanging a look between them as all of the Doctors and Hatters began to move around the controls, dashing about the place…you might have expected that one of them might accidently get in the way of the other or go to do the same thing as someone else, but somehow they all managed to work together almost seamlessly. It was quite the sight to behold, the TARDIS flight even seemed to run smoother than normal, allowing Clara to stand in one place without fretting over Astra in her arms. And then, quite suddenly, the TARDIS gave a sharp jerk and, if it hadn't been for Jen's sharp reflexes, both Clara and Astra might have gone flying.

"Of course!" the Tenth Hatter grumbled loudly, looking rather annoyed, "We can't get through. The whole Black Archive truly is TARDIS proof…I must remember to congratulate Alistair when we see him next," she suddenly looked rather thoughtful, "Irritating as it may be, it is quite the achievement".

"Well, what do we do, then?" Jen frowned as she straightened slightly, dropping her arm from Clara's arm, having grabbed the back of her leather jacket to help steady her, "If we can't get in with the TARDIS, how are we supposed to get in?"

The Eleventh Doctor, however, was looking to his Hatter, "Shall we find out if they've stashed the old Space-Time Telegraph amongst the rest of the collection, dear?" he lifted his eyebrows, though he looked rather serious still.

"Let's find out," the Eleventh Hatter replied with a rather determined expression, dashing around the console to the keyboard, rapidly typing something into the controls, before hitting one last button. She looked up at the monitor screen, "Scanning, scanning…ah! Yes, found it!"

There was a brief crackling noise through the speakers, before a clear, female voice rang out.

"…In the event of any alien incursion," the young sounding woman was saying, "The contents of this room are deemed so dangerous, it will self-destruct in…"

"Five minutes," Kate's familiar voice cut in, right before the clicking noise of a timer starting filled the line…the Eleventh Hatter groaned aloud, closing her eyes in frustration. Humans, why always going straight for the exploding thing, rather than the chatting thing? "There's a nuclear warhead twenty feet beneath us. Are you sitting comfortably?"

"You would destroy London?" Kate seemed to scoff, though it obviously wasn't the real Kate. Evidently, the Zygons had taken control over her physical appearance.

"To save the world, yes, I would".

The Tenth Hatter positively glared at the speaker as if it had personally insulted her, while the Eleventh Hatter noted that the Tenth and Eleventh Doctor carefully avoided glancing at the War Doctor.

"You're bluffing".

"Oh, bad move," the Eleventh Hatter murmured with a small grimace, narrowing her eyes at the speaker with an almost wary look, "Never accuse a Lethbridge Stewart of bluffing. You'll just look like a right idiot".

"You really think so?" Kate replied without hesitation, pride lacing her tone…the Hatter could just imagine her staring down the Zygon with the same steely, determined glare that her father had often fixed herself and the Doctor with while discussing plans on how to stop their enemies. It was quite an impressive glare to behold, even the Time Lady had to admire it, "Somewhere in your memory is a man called Brigadier Alistair Gordon Lethbridge Stewart," she told the creature proudly, "I am his daughter".

A message suddenly flashed across the monitor screen, reading 'Connection secured'. The old Space-Time Telegraph was wearing on a little bit these days, apparently, probably well over due for a bit of maintenance, the Eleventh Hatter made a mental note to look into it later. They might have been able to hear what was going on from Kate's side, but seemingly the connection between the intercom. link was a little trickier to establish. The line briefly crackled with static as the link was properly stabilised.

"Science leads, Kate," the Eleventh Doctor called over the link, no doubt startling everyone on Kate's end, "Is that what you meant? Is that what your father meant?"

"Doctor?" Kate asked with surprise filling her voice, but also hope.

"Your father was a great man, Kate," the Eleventh Hatter smiled very sadly, "A good, honourable man…yes, he made many mistakes, did things that the Doctor and I could never approve of, but his heart was always in the protection of your world," she frowned, shaking her head slowly, "And you're going to destroy a portion of the Earth in the so called name of saving it?"

"I don't, Hatter…"

"Did you really think we would leave you father with no way of contacting us?" she cut across her, her tone just a tiny bit sharper then it ought to be, lifting her eyebrows, even if Kate could hardly see her expression, "We left him a gift to ensure he always had a direct line straight to the TARDIS, a Space-Time Telegraph, but that's hardly the point".

"We know about the Black Archive," the Eleventh Doctor added, his tone quite stern as he gave the brunet Time Lady a grim look, "And we know about the security protocol. Kate, please…" he briefly hung his head, gesturing pleadingly at the controls, "Please tell me you are not about to do something unbelievable stupid".

"I'm sorry, Doctor, Hatter…" Kate said hurriedly, sounding truly ashamed of herself, "Switch it off".

"Not as sorry as you will be," the Tenth Doctor said, almost angrily as he glared at the speaker, "This is not a decision you will ever be able to live with!"

The Tenth Hatter winced very slightly as he finished with almost a shout, eyeing him worriedly as she edge closer to him, placing a hand on his arm. The Eleventh Hatter spared him a slightly concerned glance; too, while the Eleventh Doctor looked across to him with a very slight frown…none of them looked at the War Doctor. Suddenly, the time machine gave a jerk and the Tenth Doctor allowed the motion to smoothly push him away from the controls, still looking far to cross. The Tenth Hatter frowned as she watched him closely.

"Kate!" the Eleventh Doctor huffed slightly as he pulled a lever and hit a button, once again steadying the TARDIS, "We're trying to bring the TARDIS in…" he narrowed his eyes suspiciously as he moved a lever back and forth, seemingly with little effect, "Why can't we land?"

"I said, switch it off!" Kate shouted to someone on her end, seemingly not hearing him.

Suddenly, a loud zinging noise filled the air and they all froze, waiting…but the line was dead, the connection seemingly dying. The Tenth Doctor, standing with his back to the doors with his arms crossed, sighed and glanced down, while the rest of the room exchanged alarmed looks.

"It's no use, Doctor," the Eleventh Hatter groaned, shaking her head as she noticed him open his mouth, looking horribly frustrated. She moved to place a hand over his hand, stopping his attempt to once again land them, giving him a grim smile, "This is the Tower of London, UNIT HQ. It's utterly TARDIS proof, sweetheart; we're not getting in with the old girl".

"Is that really possible?" Jen blinked slightly, her lips parting as she gave her a startled stare, "I mean…why would they do that? I thought UNIT were our allies".

"Alien technology plus human stupidity," the Eleventh Doctor sighed, shaking his head with a resigned frown, "Trust me, it's unbeatable".

"We don't need to land," the War Doctor said suddenly, his gaze fixed intently on something on the console.

The Tenth Doctor cast him a sideways glance, while the Tenth Hatter tilted her head thoughtfully, "Yeah, we do," he commented pointedly, if a little sarcastically as he nodded slowly, "A tiny bit. Try and keep up".

"No, no, wait," the Tenth Hatter's eyes widened suddenly, a look of realisation swiftly spreading across her face, followed by a large grin as she looked at the War Doctor with an almost proud expression, "He's completely right, we don't need to land!"

He blinked at her blankly, "Hatter…"

The Eleventh Hatter rolled her eyes, "Hush, Doctor Ten," she pointed sternly at the man in the brown suit, causing him to turn sharply to stare at her, his lips parting very slightly in surprise. She ignored him to turn and regard the War Doctor, flashing him a brilliant smile, "Oh, you are good, I'd kiss you…if it wouldn't make this entire situation even more confusing and possibly psychologically damaging for little minds to comprehend…" she cleared her throat with a slightly pointed glance over towards Astra.

Astra looked up as if sensing the eyes of the room being on her, giving them all a large, toothy grin from her position still in Clara's arms. The Eleventh Hatter gave her an indulgent smile, before turning back around to find the Tenth and Eleventh Doctor eyeing her and her past counterpart with varying degrees of confusion and intrigue.

"What is it, dear?" the Eleventh Doctor finally asked her, seemingly deciding to leave the subject of his wife kissing his past selves alone, probably for the best.

In response, the brunet Time Lady turned her eyes onto the War Doctor, giving him a wide smile and an approving nod. The older man returned her smile with a warm smile of his own and reached over the console to pluck a small, crystal clear cube from off the top of the console, holding it between his hands delicately as he peered down at it.

"Cup-a-soup," he murmured. The Eleventh Doctor's eyes widened as it finally seemed to dawn on him, his head snapping up to look at the Tenth Doctor, who blinked rapidly…a delighted expression quickly crossed their faces. The War Doctor suddenly frowned, glancing at the Eleventh Hatter, "What is cup-a-soup?"

The Tenth Hatter laughed, "You've been on Gallifrey way too long," she shook her head, lightly nudging his arm….the War Doctor looked briefly quite thrown by the gesture, looking down at his arm with a mildly bemused expression. It only made the blonde laugh again.

"Brilliant!" the Tenth Doctor cheered, his eyes lit up in delight.

"Quite," the Eleventh Hatter smiled, deciding not to remark upon the fact that he had essentially just complimented himself. She looked thoughtfully at the cube, an idea forming in her mind…, "I think…" she began, looking at her Doctor, "I have an idea, sweetheart".

"Ooh," the Eleventh Doctor eyed her, his voice dropping very slightly as he watched her intently, his lips curving slowly up, "I love it when you have ideas, dear…"

"Eww," Jen groaned, pulling a face as Clara grinned beside her.

The Eleventh Hatter gave them a flat look…though it was rather ruined by the amusement flicking in her eyes. And to think, she had once feared that Jen and Clara might end up fighting, she hadn't quite dared to hope that they would end up getting along as well as they had, they almost seemed like they could be siblings, though, in another time and place they might have very well have been cousins, had Clara's Time Lady counterpart had lived…and been the original version of her, of course. It wasn't that surprising, she supposed. She dismissed the thought from her mind, now was not the time to be thinking of such things, instead she moved around the console and grabbed an old fashioned looking phone that sat amongst the controls. The TARDIS had already located the number; she only needed to hit 'Dial' and lift the phone up to her ear, waiting for a few brief rings.

"McGillop," a man answered, the very same male scientist that had taken the mysterious phone call back in the Gallery.

"This is going to be quite possibly the most bizarre phone call you will ever have in your life, but you must listen closely," she didn't even bother with the pleasantries, her tone almost sharp and very serious, "Now, I want you to look at you phone and check the caller ID, and no, it's not a trick".

There was a brief pause…, "But…" he spoke slowly, seeming horribly confused, even a little alarmed, "That's not possible. I was just…"

"You were literally just talking to myself and the Doctor, yes, I know, what do you expect? We're time travellers, call it a perk of the job. Forget about it, you must send the Gallifrey Falls painting to the Black Archive immediately. Do you understand?"

"Understood, ma'am. But why would I take it there?"

The Eleventh Hatter sighed slightly and ended the phone call, "Sometimes, I do rather miss when UNIT was largely run by soldiers," she commented with a small shake of her head, settling the receiver back down onto its cradle, "They rarely asked questions…a trait I never imagined I'd actually kind of miss. Ever".

…

The plan was a relatively simple one; in fact it was rather like the legend of the Trojan Horse. It wasn't very hard to locate the Gallifrey Falls painting in the Under Gallery before the current events with the Zygons could even come into play. The Tenth Doctor and Hatter had been rather shocked upon first seeing the painting, both paling at the sight, while the War Doctor looked positively haunted by the sight, a guarded expression coming over his features. It hadn't stopped them from using the status cube to basically implant themselves into the very heart of the painting, carefully concealed out of sight, but still very much within the canvas…awaiting the right moment.

Time moved differently within the painting, it was hard to fully tell how long had passed, but the Hatter had been very careful to ensure that they had implanted themselves within the painting just twenty four hours before the current events began to take place. All they had to do was wait…and then, finally, they got the signal they had been waiting for, judging from the calculations that both Hatters had poured over with contributions from the Doctors. The moment the small timer that the Eleventh Doctor had clasped in his hand went off, they immediately began to move.

It wasn't as simple as just stepping out of the painting, though; they were literally standing within a snippet of time that had been captured in the midst of battle at the peak of the Time War. The air was chocked by thick smoke and dust, while flashes of fire and laser weapons, Dalek and Time Lord alike went off all around them, never touching them…they couldn't physically be harmed by anything in the painting, since they weren't actually a part of the real snippet of time, but it was still an unpleasant visual experience. Far, far to realistic for the Eleventh Hatter's liking as she clutched Astra tightly to her front, while sparring Jen quick glances from the corner of her eyes, just to make sure that she was still close by. Behind them, while the distant roar of warning sirens rang out through the haze and zapping of weapons going off, a Dalek began to slowly approach them.

The Doctors, as one, whirled around and instantly whipped their sonic screwdrivers from their pockets; aiming them at the Dalek…it was just for show, naturally. It couldn't actually hurt them, in fact the Dalek would just keep on driving through them, as if they weren't even in their path if they allowed it to continue, but Time Lords did enjoy the flair for the dramatics.

"Exterminate!" the Dalek cried out, no doubt having been about to go and kill some unfortunate Time Lord or Gallifreyan that had been in its path in the true snippet of time.

"You're safe, Astra," the Eleventh Hatter whispered urgently into Astra's ear, clutching the Time Tot in her arms as she stared at the Dalek, feeling a flicker of fear in her own hearts, a need to almost run and hide Astra as far away as possible from that evil thing, even though logically she knew it couldn't harm them. It was a mother's instinct, a desperate need to keep her child safe…if she could physically manage to pick up Jen, too, and cradle her in her arms, she would be doing it to her, as it was her past self was had taken up an almost guarding position in front of Jen, holding her hand firmly in her own.

The sonic screwdrivers were activated and the Dalek gave a great cry of pain as three jets of sonic energy was suddenly fired directly at it, sending it flying backwards towards a large stone wall…only it didn't smash into the wall, it went sailing straight on through the glass that covered the painting and right out of the painting, sending debris from the battle field and sparks flying everywhere, landing with a great crash in the middle of the Black Archive. The Doctors and the Hatters walked forward, ignoring the chaos of hell that was going on around them, the sirens and cries and carnage…it was the past, it had happened. They still saw much of this in their dreams, seeing it wide awake was hardly enough to give them pause when the very real possibility of the Earth being taken over or partly destroyed was about to come true. They had failed their own planet; they would not fail the one they had adopted as home.

The five of them stepped out of the painting, glass crunching beneath their feet as they took in the sight of the massive store room they found themselves standing within, filled with shelf after shelf of artefacts related back to their many travels…standing within the middle of it all, gaping at them in shock and disbelief and slight horror, were two Kate's, two of the girls with the Fourth Doctor's scarf wrapped around her neck, and two McGillop's. The Dalek's remains laid on the floor slightly off to the side, still sparking slightly, but thankfully very much dead. Behind the Doctors and Hatters, Jen easily climbed out of the painting, while Clara stumbled on the edge, grabbing Jen's offered hand with a slightly stunned expression and allowing her to pull her out of the frame.

"Hello," the War Doctor greeted them all with a pleasant nod, flanked on either side by the Eleventh and Tenth Doctor, who stood with their own Hatters at their sides.

"I'm the Doctor," the Tenth Doctor looked around at the humans and disguised Zygons, eyes very slightly narrowed.

"And I'm the Hatter," the Tenth Hatter remarked with a tilt of her head, regarding them all carefully, "Pleasure".

"Sorry about the Dalek," the Eleventh Doctor added, just as the Dalek's remains sparked violently, causing them all to cast it a brief glance.

"Yes…" the Eleventh Hatter winced very slightly, eyeing the Dalek with obvious disgust, while still clutching Astra protectively against her…even being in the same room as that thing with Astra and Jen so close, made her feel uneasy, "I do apologise for the mess….occupational hazard, I'm afraid".

"Let's not forget the showing off," Clara grumbled slightly, giving them a rather pointed glare…evidently, she hadn't enjoyed the experience very much, not that any of them really had.

The brunet Time Lady flashed her an amused look, though that very quickly faded as she spun back around on her heel to fix Kate, the real Kate standing across the table from the Zygon, a stern look, mouth straightening into a hard line. She stepped closer to Kate, eyes flickering from her and to the Zygon counterpart. She was pleased to see the real Kate watching her with a rather wary expression.

"Kate," she began in tone that was very nearly cold, it was far from the usually warm, cheerful greeting she normally gave to her old friend's daughter. Kate seemed to notice it, too, though she held her gaze well, "How could you possibly be so utterly, completely, beyond foolish!" she shook her head in disapproval, narrowing her eyes as she regarded her closely, "Have you lost all sense entirely? You're so much better than this, I know you are".

"The countdown can only be halted at my personal command," Kate replied with a determined lift to her chin, seemingly attempting to maintain an air of calm about her, even if her eyes spoke of her on reservations, "There's nothing you can do".

"Except make you agree to halt it," the Tenth Doctor said with an almost warning edge to his tone, walking forward, giving her a tight, grim look.

She instantly shook her head, "Not even for all five of you".

"You have no idea what you're even talking about," the Tenth Hatter frowned at her, looking quite alarmed as she stepped up beside her Doctor, regarding Kate with open concern, "We can help you".

"You're about to murder millions of people," the War Doctor added, giving her a levelled, hard stare, even though his voice remained calm.

Kate looked around at them all, a stubborn glint flashing in her eyes, "To save billions," she insisted firmly, raising her eyebrows, "How many times have each of you made that calculation?"

The Eleventh Hatter glanced nervously over towards the timer, still ticking away…One minute and thirty six seconds. She'd worked with less.

"Once," the Eleventh Doctor said quietly, fixing her with an intent glare…it actually gave her pause, her eyes widening very slightly, while the Zygon Kate also glanced at him carefully. He looked to his Hatter, a pained expression crossing his features, "Turned me into the man I am today…" he blinked and pulled his eyes off her as the Eleventh Hatter tried to give him a smile, his eyes flickering over to his past selves, lingering on the War Doctor, who watched him with a small frown, "I'm not even sure who that is any more".

The Hatter wanted desperately to reach out and wrap her arms around him, to reassure him that she knew exactly who was…he was her best friend and love of her life, the best father that she could ever have hoped for for her children, a brilliant, wise, compassionate individual that had won her hearts well and truly, long before she even realised. And so, so, so much more then all of that, but she forced herself to keep silent. The impact of his words would be far more powerful if she didn't contradict him, but later, once they were alone, she would be quite certain to bring this up again.

"You tell yourself it's justified, but it's a lie," the Tenth Doctor continued with a hard, bitter edge to his tone as he walked around the table, the eyes of the room fixed on him as he came to stand at the end of the table, bracing his hands against it as he looked pointedly at Kate, "Because what I did that day was wrong. Just wrong".

"We both were, that day," the Tenth Hatter agreed softly, but her voice carried easily through the near deafening silence of the room. She sighed heavily and ducked her head, closing her eyes tightly, "I, too, believed that such an act was warranted for the sake of the greater good, but one wrong can never make another right or just, can never absolve you from the original crime…it simply is, and always will be, utterly and completely wrong".

"Are you listening to them?" a gentle voice spoke, then, making the War Doctor looked sharply off to the side, finding the Moment standing beside Jen and Clara, peering at him with a small, almost pleading look. She cocked her head to the side, briefly biting her lips, "Please, Theta…listen".

He blinked and she was gone, Clara and Jen eyeing him with slightly puzzled frowns, looking rather confused by whether or not he had been looking at them. He swallowed, forcing himself to look back to his counterparts and the Hatters, but a frown remained on his lined features.

"And, because we got it wrong," the Eleventh Doctor said as he walked forward, moving around the other side of the table, grabbing the back of one of the office chairs that sat beneath the table as he did so…the Tenth Doctor following his lead, wheeling both chairs around to face the table, "We're going to make sure you get it right".

Kate watched them, frowning, "How?"

The Tenth and Eleventh Doctors both looked to their own Hatter, who exchanged grins between themselves, before walking forward to take the offered seats, their Doctors seeming quite happy to stand behind their chairs, crossing their arms across their chests. They almost seemed to mimic each other, they even were giving Kate and the Zygon disguised as her the same hard, determined expression.

"Oh, that's really quite simple," the Eleventh Hatter said lightly, smiling brightly as she settled Astra comfortably onto her knees, even bouncing her legs enough to keep the Time Tot from immediately trying to wiggle herself free to go exploring. She looked back up to Kate, "You're going to conceal this silly little detonation, and as one, I might add".

"After that, you're going to chat," the Tenth Hatter went on in a similar pleasant, airy tone as she clasped her hands together on her crossed knees, "And, finally, you will do what you should have done this entire time and instead of bickering between yourselves, you're going to work together and negotiate a lovely peace treaty".

"Safe guards all round," the Tenth Doctor nodded, his stern expression lightening very slightly, "Completely fair on both sides".

"And the key to perfect negotiation?" the Eleventh Doctor looked across to his past self, smiling, turning his gaze onto Jen with an encouraging look.

"Um…" Jen hesitated very slightly, her eyes widening as she suddenly found the room looking at her, too, waiting. She seemed to consider it for a moment, before her eyes brightened, "Oh, right! Yeah, if no one knows what side their supposed to be arguing for, you're going to want to be as fair as possible".

"That's my girl!" he laughed, grinning proudly at her, before glancing at his past self, "So…for the next few hours, until we decide to let you out…" he slipped his sonic screwdriver from his pocket.

"No one in this room will remember be able to remember if they're human…" the Tenth Doctor continued with a small smirk, reaching into his pocket and slipping his own sonic out, briefly flipping it into the air and catching it.

"Or Zygon," the Eleventh Hatter winked playfully.

The Tenth Doctor suddenly dashed around the chair he stood behind and moved to leap up onto the table, the Eleventh Doctor moving to follow his move, grinning broadly.

"Whoops a daisy!" the Eleventh Doctor cheered as they pointed their sonic screwdrivers directly up at the memory filter device that sat in the heart of the ceiling above the table, ensuring that any visitors in the room would leave with their memories altered…the War Doctor also raising his own sonic up at the device with a grin.

The Eleventh Hatter laughed as the device above them sparked, suddenly, and then there was a bright flash. Kate and her scientists were left blinking rapidly, but so were the Zygons, all of them looking rather baffled and very slightly stunned, almost as if someone had just whacked them over the heads. Clara was the only human left in the room not blinking. The Time Lady glanced up at the timer, just as it hit eight seconds left…both Kate's suddenly caught each other's eyes and they gasped, horror filling their faces, just as seven seconds ticked by.

"Cancel the detonation!" they cried out in unison.

The timer hit five seconds and stopped, the warning alarm finally ending…The room seemed to release a sigh of relief.

"Peace in our time," the Eleventh Doctor smiled brightly, lowering his sonic screwdriver.

The Eleventh Hatter grinned proudly, briefly allowing her eyes to close as she gently rested her chin on top of Astra's head. Talking…sometimes, all it took was people to talk, not everything needed to end with a big, dramatic explosion. She just wished she had considered that long ago, considered what else might be done. The impossible option that may be out there still.

I know it's been ages, I do apologise. I got seriously sucked into Lord of the Rings and the Hobbit, and it kind of took over my life for a good three weeks there. I couldn't bring myself focus on anything else. But I overcome it, in the end…even if I now have a rather big celebrity crush, but let's not talk about that.

I do hope that I managed to have a place for all the characters in this chapter, I was a little worried that it would be just way to packed with characters. Hopefully it worked out. Please tell me what you thought and review :)

Guest Reviews:

Guest 5: Sounds like a positively delightful character, truly delightful. I suppose, when you consider how good the Doctor is, but yet the bad things he's done, and then consider that the Valeyard is supposed to be the very worst of the Doctor, it only makes sense he would be so horrific. Ooh, interesting idea, I'll consider it. Thanks for the suggestion.

Guest Reviews for The End is Where We Start From:

Guest 10: You're probably right, that would make more sense. I think I got it confused because that was when I wrote that the Hatter was found in that time, and it was when I began writing this story.

Guest (11): There's actually not many movies that I'm really looking forward to seeing, I'm excited for the next Doctor Strange movie, and I guess the next Fantastic Beast's movie, too. There's not many movies coming up that I can think of that I'm looking forward to.

Guest (12): Yep, I've most assuredly thought of doing other series, aside from Doctor Who…and Sherlock, since I have written a series for that one. I've got a Harry Potter book verse story in the works at the moment, currently on book three. I've considered writing for Lord of the Rings and the Hobbit movies, with probably elements of the books, but I need to actually read the books before I wrote for them. I've also got an idea for a Marvel OC, but I'm not sure if it will ever see the light of day, to be honest.

Guest (13): Oh, did they? No, I didn't know, sounds rather whacky. What a nasty shock for Five that would have been.

Guest (14): John Simm, without a doubt…but I also do adore Sasha Dhawan. His portrayal of the Master was the best thing in Doctor Who in two seasons.