A/N: new chappie! leaving off right where the last one ended. enjoy!

Chapter 1: One Painting

Olivia sighed as she stared out the window of Amelia's nursery. It was dark, and she could see the moon, full and illuminating the room as she cradled her daughter in her arms. The baby made little noises, making Olivia smile down at her, meeting bright blue eyes under a mop of black hair that she could see was starting to curl.

"It has been a while, hasn't it, Amelia?" Olivia smiled, turning from the window to head for the crib, understanding the baby noises. "Your daddy's gonna get it when he comes back, isn't he? Yes, he is."

Olivia set the bundle in the arms in her crib and placed the white, plush bunny next to Amelia. The baby grabbed onto it, instantly, making Olivia giggle.

"Why don't I tell you the story of the Doctor and Mrs. Sigma, hm?" she smiled, grabbing one of the chairs in the room and sitting next to the crib as Amelia made a noise. "Ok, once upon a time, there was a young woman by the name of Liv, who was just about to graduate high school. She had black hair, and green eyes, and on this particular night, she was all dressed up and ready to go to her one and only prom night.

"But, just as she was about to leave her room after getting ready, she heard a strange sound…" Olivia trailed off with a frown as she heard the very sound she was about to describe and Amelia squeaked in delight as she heard it too. "A sound…very similar to that one."

Olivia stood and ran to the window to see a large, blue box sitting in the back yard, its light fading on and off, and she grinned before racing back to the crib to lift the happily squirming Amelia into her arms. She made her way down the stairs where Joyce met her and held her hands toward her.

"Let me take the baby," Joyce smiled, and Olivia handed Amelia over to Joyce to let Olivia race out the back door toward the TARDIS.

The door opened and the Doctor stepped out, grinning wide as he spotted Olivia and held his arms out in time to catch her when she threw her arms around his neck, hugging each other close.

"Ready for a trip?" he smiled as they pulled back enough to look at each other.

"You were gone all day," Olivia told him, making him frown then look around at the darkness before looking back at her.

"I'll get it sorted," he assured her, then looked to the back door to see Joyce standing there with a bundle in her arms. "How's Amelia?"

"She's been good all day," Olivia smiled, letting him take her hand and pull her toward Joyce, holding her arms out to her, hugging both of them together before taking Amelia from her arms to rock her.

"Sorry I took so long, little Amelia," he murmured. "I didn't mean to."

Amelia made a little noise and he looked to Olivia as she met his gaze.

"Well, I love mummy, too," he smiled, kissing Amelia's forehead before looking to Olivia again. "Shall we leave tomorrow morning, then?"

"Good idea," Olivia nodded and they all made their way into the house.

They bid Joyce goodnight as she went to her room and Olivia and the Doctor made their way to the nursery where he laid her down in the crib. Olivia stroked her head and they both soothed her until she fell asleep, both watching her as she slept.

"She's so beautiful, Liv," the Doctor whispered, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, and she wrapped her arms around him in return. "I don't think she's mine. You sure you and Jack didn't—?"

"This is a very lovely moment, don't ruin it with your mouth," she cut in, making him smirk before lifting a hand to pull her chin up, meeting her gaze.

"I'm joking, Liv," he whispered.

"I hope so," she muttered.

He smiled down at her before pulling her close with one arm and pressing his lips to hers, and she pulled him closer at the same time, deepening the kiss.

"Let's go to bed," she murmured.

"Agreed," he nodded before they turned to step out of the room, Olivia making sure the baby monitor was on before leaving the room.

The Next Morning...

"Liv! Come on!" the Doctor called, hanging out of the TARDIS door as Olivia carried Amelia with her toward it, Joyce right behind her. The Doctor stepped out of the doorway and smiled as Olivia brought their daughter close to him and he grinned down at her. "Hello, little Amelia. Now, you be a good girl for grandmummy Joyce, yes? Mummy and I will be right back."

He kissed her soft, tiny cheek then turned to hurry into the TARDIS as Olivia handed the baby over to Joyce and hugged them both.

"I don't know where we're going but it's somewhere in this time, he told me," Olivia assured Joyce as she pulled back. "You've got the TARDIS number, and my number, so if anything happens you should be able to get either of us."

"Ok," Joyce nodded as Olivia turned to Amelia, kissing her head and stroking a cheek with a finger.

"Don't give grandma too much trouble, ok?" she murmured, giving her one last kiss as Amelia made a small sound. She smiled and slowly stepped back before hurrying to the TARDIS and stepping in, the Doctor running around the console as the doors shut behind her. "So…where are we going?"

"I thought we'd spend a week in Ancient Mesopotamia," he replied, not looking at her as she approached the console with huge eyes. "Followed by future Mars and cocktails on the moon!"

"You said—!" Olivia cut off her incredulous squeaking when she caught the smirk over his lips and she glared at him as he sailed up next to her. "You're terrible! Where are we really going?"

"London!" he grinned, running around the console as she helped him fly and she frowned at him in wonder.

"I thought we were going somewhere I haven't been yet," she recalled, running around the console with him. "We were in London before, remember? The Cubes."

"Ah, but we didn't go sightseeing whatsoever!" he replied, slapping a lever into place before grabbing her hand to dance her around the console. "Now we can go see anything you want! Big Ben, Westminster Abby—Oh! We can go 'round the London Eye if you like!"

"Sounds wonderful," Olivia grinned, then laughed as he twirled her once before pulling her close and dipping her back, her arms wrapped around his neck. "Smooth moves, Mr. Sigma."

"Well, I know how you love to dance, Mrs. Sigma," he smirked with a wink as he pulled her back up.

The TARDIS suddenly jostled with a loud noise coming from above, making them both look up and around in confusion.

"What's happening?" she questioned, both holding onto the console.

"We're taking off!" the Doctor reported. "But the engines aren't going!"

"What are you doing?!" Olivia frowned as the Doctor ran for the door.

"Making a call!" he replied, opening the door to reach out and use the phone in the box where he'd rerouted the line. "Let me talk to Kate Stewart!"

Olivia ran toward the door and would have tried to hear the conversation if he hadn't been hanging out of the TARDIS, the sound of a helicopter above them.

"No kidding?!" he shouted into the phone, looking around, then held the phone toward the helicopter they were being carried by before putting it back to his ear. The helicopter suddenly changed course and the Doctor shouted as he fell forward.

"Theta!" Olivia screamed, grabbing onto his ankles as the phone fell from his hand and he hung upside down, Olivia holding onto his legs. The phone swung haphazardly and smacked him in the head making him shout in pain before he grabbed it again to speak to Kate.

"Next time, would it kill you to knock?! I'm just gonna put you on hold."

His ankles disappeared from Olivia's grasp making her gasp before she shouted for him, but when she leaned forward just enough, she noticed him holding onto the bottom of the TARDIS, making her shake her head in exasperation. She looked ahead to see London spread out before her, but when they were close enough, she could see where they were headed.

"St James' Square," she breathed as they were lowered just enough for the Doctor to jump down and she carefully stood, noticing Kate Stewart standing with some men from UNIT and another young lady in a lab coat with a long, multi-colored scarf wrapped around her neck, and glasses over her eyes.

"Attention!" one of the men shouted and she rolled her eyes when the Doctor saluted as she jumped down when the TARDIS was close enough to the ground.

"Why am I saluting?" he asked himself as Olivia came up to him to take his arm.

"Doctor," Kate began as he led Olivia toward her. "As Chief Scientific Officer, may I extend the official apologies of UNIT?"

"Kate Lethbridge Stewart," he began, shouting over the helicopter noise. "A word to the wise, as I'm sure your father would've told you, I don't like being picked up."

"Or, as some people would say, 'Hello!'" Olivia grinned, shaking Kate's hand.

"I'm acting on instructions direct from the throne," Kate explained as the girl in the lab coat and scarf reached into her pocket and pulled out a letter to hand to her.

Olivia frowned as she noticed the letter was old…so old that it was parchment and sealed with red wax. Certainly done up in the past.

"Sealed orders from her majesty, Queen Elizabeth I," Kate confirmed her suspicions as she handed him the letter. "Her credentials are inside."

The Doctor went to open the letter but Kate stopped him.

"No, inside," she said, pointing behind her to the National Gallery.

The Doctor took Olivia's hand and pulled her ahead, smiling at the girl in the scarf, "Nice scarf."

He led Olivia up the stairs without another word, making her frown in wonder before she took the chance to speak as they entered.

"So, Liz One," she chirped.

"Oh, don't start," he groaned as they made their way down the hall.

"Who's starting anything?" Olivia shrugged. "I mean, she is one of your wives. Why wouldn't she call you centuries later for help? This is like a Monday for you."

"Olivia Felton, behave," he warned as they were stopped in front of a stand with a cloth draped over the painting no doubt beneath it. The cloth was pulled back to show a scene of battle, but not one you would expect from an oil painting. This looked like battle…on another planet.

"Elizabeth's credentials, Doctor," Kate reported as Olivia frowned at it.

"That's not possible," Olivia frowned and the Doctor looked to her.

"No more," he murmured, and he saw her eyes widen as if she'd remembered something, making her look up to him and he knew exactly what she was thinking. He'd heard those words when she'd been pregnant on the TARDIS, which meant that for a brief time, her Psychic abilities had returned. She dreamt this, they were both sure now.

"That's the title," Kate confirmed.

"I know the title," he nearly growled as they both looked back to the painting.

"Also known as Gallifrey Falls," Kate went on, making the Doctor grip Olivia's hand a little tighter.

"This painting doesn't belong here," he explained. "Not in this time or place."

"What's the depiction?" Olivia asked.

"It's the fall of Arcadia," he reported. "Gallifrey's second city."

"And how is it doing that?" Olivia asked as she stepped forward, releasing his hand so she could get a better look. "Oil paintings don't usually come in 3-D."

"Time Lord Art," he replied as she looked to him again. "Bigger on the inside. A slice of real time…frozen."

"Elizabeth told us where to find it," Kate explained as Olivia stepped back next to the Doctor and he instantly took her hand. "And it's significance."

Olivia frowned as sudden images flashed through her mind before she looked up at the Doctor, who was still staring at the painting.

"Theta," she whispered, knowing the images she was seeing were in his mind and he was using their telepathic bond to show them to her.

"He was there," he breathed, looking terrified.

"Who was?"

"Me. The other me. The one I don't talk about. The one I want to forget."

Olivia knew who he was talking about. It was one of the reasons she'd been so worried about him when he hadn't come back right away from test driving the TARDIS. The regeneration he refused to acknowledge.

"He was the Doctor who fought in the Time War," he went on. "And that was the day he did it. The day I did it. The day he killed them all. The last day of the Time War. The war to end all wars between my people and the Daleks. And in that battle there was a man with more blood on his hands than anyone. The man that would commit a crime that would silence the universe. And that man was me."

He used their bond to show her everything. An old man on Gallifrey shooting at a wall, the shots forming words. No more. Then the same man walking through the desert, carrying something in a sack, but nothing after that.

"This only serves as Elizabeth's credentials," Kate explained. "Proof that the letter is from her. It's not why you're here."

It was then that the Doctor opened the letter and started reading. At the sight of the words 'My Dearest Love,' at the beginning, Olivia didn't read any more. She still felt jealous whenever she thought of Elizabeth or any other woman the Doctor came in contact with, intimately. She would always feel that way, even with River. After he read the letter he turned to Kate who straightened, slightly when she met his gaze.

"What happened?" he asked.

"Easier to show you," she replied, turning to lead them down another hall and the Doctor grabbed Olivia's hand to pull her with him. Kate led them into another room with a huge painting of Elizabeth I…holding the hand of a man who looked very familiar.

"Does this really have to be flaunted in front of me?" Olivia groaned, sneering at a very accurate painting of the Doctor's former face…the one she fell in love with.

"Olivia, stop," he murmured, and the images came again.

She saw him as he had been back then, the queen on the back of horse with him, then having a picnic, then running away from a terrible looking pink thing with suckers all over its body. It did nothing for her mood, considering one of the images showed him taking a knee in front of the queen and proposing.

"How was that supposed to help my mood?" she shot back at him.

"It wasn't," he replied in a low tone, making her frown at him in wonder and it was then that she realized he was doing this for informational purposes only. It was faster to show her than tell her, giving her context as they went along. Kate stepped to the left of the huge painting, gripping the frame to pull it from the wall, revealing a doorway leading into a dark room.

"Welcome to the Under Gallery," she announced, leading them inside as the lights blasted on. "This is where Elizabeth I kept all art deemed too dangerous for public consumption."

Olivia frowned as she noticed the dust over the floor before looking to the things she guessed were statues that were draped over with cloth. The Doctor stopped and knelt down to lift a handful of the dust to examine it, still holding her hand.

"Stone dust," he observed.

"Is it important?" Kate wondered.

"In twelve hundred years I've never stepped in anything that wasn't."

He stood, and a breathless laugh caught all their attentions to the girl in the scarf who Olivia heard Kate call Osgood at some point.

"Oi!" he called, pointing to her. "You! Are you sciency?"

Olivia mouthed the word with a frown as Osgood approached.

"Oh, um…well, um…yes."

"Got a name?"

"Yes—"

"Good! I've always wanted to meet someone called 'Yes.'" He lifted his hand and poured the dust into hers. "Now, I want this stone dust analyzed."

Olivia could tell Osgood was entranced with him. Obviously a fan, and it made her smile.

"Get a team, analyze the stone dust," Kate told Osgood and the Doctor gave the girl a wink, making Osgood wheeze. "Inhaler."

She used her inhaler, making Olivia shake her head at the Doctor's charm before stepping up next to him to take his hand.

"Love the scarf," Olivia grinned before leading the Doctor by the hand after Kate. They passed some objects in glass cases, including a fez, making the Doctor stop and approach it. She grinned as he removed the fez from its case and placed it on his head.

"Cool fez, Mr. Sigma," she smiled.

"Why thank you, Mrs. Sigma," he grinned back, pulling her by the hand into a huge, white room with other 3-D paintings and glass scattered over the floor, all of the paintings lined with broken glass.

"This is why we called you in," Kate explained.

"Hm, interesting," he muttered, looking around.

"Interesting that the glass is broken?" Olivia frowned.

"No…where it's broken from," he replied, reaching down to pick up a piece and examine it. "Look at the shatter pattern. The glass on all these paintings has been broken from the inside."

"As you can see, all the paintings are landscapes. No figures of any kind," Kate explained.

"So?" he asked.

"There used to be," she replied, handing the computer tablet she was holding to him. He held it up, seeing the figures on the tablet them lowered it to look at the painting…seeing the figures now gone.

"Oh, that's not good," Olivia breathed. "Something's gotten out."

"Lots of somethings," he murmured. "Dangerous."

"This whole place has been searched," Kate reported. "Nothing here that shouldn't be and nothing's got out."

Something like a vortex of some kind very suddenly appeared in the room with them, making them look to it in surprise.

"Oh, no, not now!" he snapped in irritation. "No! Not now! I'm busy!"

"What the hell is that?!" Olivia demanded.

"Is it to do with the paintings?" Kate wondered as they all stared at it.

"No, no, this is different," he replied. "I remember this. Almost remember."

"Almost?" Olivia frowned, watching him pull the fez off and stare at it.

"Oh…" he drawled with a grin. "This is where I come in."

"What?" she frowned as he grinned at her.

Instead of answering, he tossed the fez into the vortex…then ran toward it.

"Geronimo!"

"You idiot!" Olivia shouted, and was about to run after him but Kate grabbed her arm to keep her back. A moment later she could see the other side of the vortex. A forest and two figures standing in a clearing. "Doctor? Is that you?"

"Ah, hello, Liv, can you hear me?" he called back.

"Yes, I can hear you," she snapped back. "Where are you?!"

"England, 1562."

Olivia's heart stopped at the sound of that familiar voice, knowing now who the second figure was.

"Oh, my god," she breathed, her heart now thumping in her ears as it regained its pace as she swallowed, hard. "Is…Is that…?"

"Can you get back through?" Kate called, Olivia unable to speak any more than that for the moment.

"Physical passage may not be possible in both directions—" the Doctor in the fez replied. "Ah! Hang on! Fez incoming!"

He threw the fez at the vortex on his side, but it disappeared completely.

"It's-It's not here," Olivia reported, coming to her senses, and Kate told her to keep him talking as she stepped out of the room to make a call.

"So where did it go?" the Doctor in the suit wondered, before chancing to ask, "Olivia? Is that—? You're…Olivia Felton, yes?"

"Who else would I be?!" she snapped. "You can see me, right?!"

"Yup, it's you."

"Oh, bite me! Doctor—"

"Yes?" they both answered, making her sigh as she slumped her shoulders.

"Ok, we're gonna need a way to differentiate you two."

"You could always call one of us 'idiot,'" one of them replied.

"I could, but it still wouldn't tell you which one I'm talking to," she shot back before stopping to think then calling, "Bowtie and Trainers."

"That's Liv," Trainers grinned with a wink to Bowtie. "Quick on her feet."

"Shut up, you," Olivia snapped. "I know exactly where you are in this timeline, and if you think I've forgotten anything then you'd better think again or ask Bowtie, there about it."

"Blimey! She was never this moody when she was with me!" Trainers noticed.

"She's been through a lot," Bowtie muttered.

"Ok, you used to be me. You've done all this before. What happens next?"

"I don't remember."

"How can you forget this?" Trainers asked, pointing between the two of them.

"Hey! Hang on, it's not my fault! You're obviously not paying enough attention! Reverse the polarity!"

Olivia frowned as they both pulled out their Sonics, then thought for a moment before groaning in exasperation and lowering her head to her hand as they used their Sonics on the vortex.

"It's not working," Bowtie noticed.

"We're both reversing the polarity," Trainers pointed out.

"Yes, I know that."

"There's two of us. I'm reversing it, you're reversing it back again. We're confusing the polarity."

"For the love of—! Would one of you just reverse the polarity and get back here!" Olivia snapped, but she frowned when she noticed movement, and yet another figure standing with them. A short old man in worn out traveling clothes…a familiar fez in his hands. She recognized the face of the man that had shot No More into a stone wall.

"Anyone lose a fez?" he asked, and she noted the terror in the two Doctors' eyes.

"You," Trainers breathed. "How can you be here? More to the point why are you here?"

"Good afternoon," the old man greeted. "I'm looking for the Doctor."

"Well…you've certainly come to the right place," Trainers replied.

"Good, right," the old man replied. "Well, who are you boys? Oh, of course! Are you his companions?"

"His companions?!" Bowtie sneered and Olivia couldn't help but laugh.

"They get younger all the time," the old man laughed. "Well, if you could point me in the general direction of the Doctor…"

He trailed off and both Doctors lifted their Sonics, making the old man stare at them in realization.

"Really?" he asked.

"Yeah," Bowtie nodded.

"Really," Trainers confirmed.

"You're me?" the Warrior asked. "Both of you?"

"Yup," Trainers chirped.

"Even that one?" the Warrior asked, nodding to Bowtie, and Olivia couldn't stop herself from laughing again.

"Yes!" Bowtie retorted, making Olivia laugh even harder. "Liv! Shut up!"

"You're my future selves?" the Warrior asked again.

"Yes!" they said together.

"Am I having a midlife crisis?" the Warrior asked, irritably, taking a step closer to them, but they both stepped back, raising their Sonics at him. "Why are you pointing your screwdrivers like that?! They're scientific instruments, not water pistols!"

"Oh, my god! Stop!" Olivia laughed so hard she was doubled over.

"You look like you've seen ghost," the Warrior noted as they lowered the Sonics.

"Loving the posh, gravely thing," Trainers said about the Warrior's voice. "It's very convincing."

"Ha, brave words, Dick Van Dyke," Bowtie shot back.

A group of men suddenly burst out from the forest, coming at them with weapons aimed at them, and one man stood ahead of the rest.

"Which one of you is the Doctor?" he questioned, as Olivia was instantly pulled herself from her giggle fit, watching the three Doctors be surrounded by the men, two of them lifting their Sonics again at the soldiers. "The Queen of England is bewitched. I would have the Doctor's head."

"Well," the Warrior smirked. "This has all the makings of your lucky day."

Olivia turned to the door as Kate stepped back in and reported, "There's three Doctors now."

"There's a precedent for that," Kate replied.

"What is that?" the leader of the soldiers asked, making the two Doctors with Sonics aim the things at him.

"Oh, the pointing again!" the Warrior grumbled. "They're screwdrivers! What are you gonna do?! Assemble a cabinet at them?!"

Olivia giggled, trying not to burst into laughter again but finding it difficult.

"That thing," the man asked. "What witchcraft is it?"

"Ah! Yes! Now that you mention it, it is witchcraft!" Bowtie announced, stepping ahead. "Yes, yes, yes, witchy…witchcraft. Hello! Hello in there! Excuse me. Hello! Am I talking to the wicked witch of the well?"

"Oh, you are paying for that later," Olivia ground out.

"Olivia?" Bowtie called.

"What?!" she snapped, not caring that she sounded very much like a witch.

"Olivia, hi, hello. Would you mind telling these prattling mortals to get themselves begone?"

"What he said."

"Yes, tiny bit more color."

"You just called me a witch! What do you expect?!"

"Princess! Tell them to begone!" Trainers called to her.

"I'd hear it from Bowtie instead, you're too much of a charmer to mean that."

"Olivia!" they both shouted.

"See my wrath, prattling mortals!" she finally caved. "Now begone or I'll turn you all into frogs!"

"You heard her!" Bowtie called. "Frogs!"

"Doctor, why can't you get back?!"

"It's a…timey-wimey thing," Bowtie replied, stepping closer to the other Doctors.

"Timey what?" the Warrior frowned. "Timey-wimey?"

"I've no idea where he picks that stuff up," Trainers chimed in.

"The queen!" someone announced, and they all knelt down as a woman in a gold dress with red hair emerged from the brush.

"You don't seem to be kneeling," she noticed of the Doctors. "How tremendously brave of you."

"Which one are you?" Trainers questioned. "What happened to the other one?"

"Indisposed," she smirked. "Long live the queen. Arrest these men. Take them to the Tower."

"That is not the Queen of England! That is an alien duplicate!" Trainers shouted.

"And you can take it from him because he's really checked," Bowtie retorted.

"Oh, shut up."

"Venom stingers in the tongue."

"Seriously, stop it!"

"No, hang on, the Tower. Did you say the Tower? Ah! Yes, brilliant! Love the Tower! Breakfast at eight please. And will there be Wifi?"

"Are you capable of speaking without flapping your hands about?" the Warrior asked him.

"Yes. No. I demand to be incarcerated in the Tower immediately with my co-conspirators, Sandshoes and Grandad."

"Grandad?!" the Warrior echoed incredulously.

"They're not sandshoes," Trainers replied, irritably.

"Yes, they are," the Warrior chuckled.

"Silence," Elizabeth demanded. "The Tower is not to be taken lightly. Very few emerge again."

"Dear god, that man's clever," Kate commended in realization and Olivia sighed, knowing it was true.

"Your office, then?" Olivia guessed, following Kate out the door.

A/N: alright, so, one of my readers said that for this episode (you all know which one it is by now i hope) Olivia would be in heaven, and I kept thinking: No she wouldn't! because she would know exactly where Ten would be in his timeline and she would be more agitated than anything else. so here's how Olivia would handle this whole situation. also, I had to find a way to differentiate the three Doctors, so Ten: Trainers, Eleven: Bowtie and John Hurt's Doctor is the Warrior. reviews?