The Woman stepped into Clara's flat late in the evening after a fruitful search for some better clothing to accommodate the girl, whose name was Annie. The flat was dark, aside from the light cast by the flickering television screen and the TARDIS. The doors to the two bedrooms were closed, indicating that Clara, and probably River, were asleep.
The TARDIS doors were open, shining orange light on the couch opposite it where the War Doctor sat, half laying down. Annie lay against him, clutching his jacket as she slept.
He looked up as she approached.
"Is she okay?" She whispered.
"Yes, surprisingly."
"I don't want to set the world on fire…" Ten's voiced warbled from inside the TARDIS as he sang in an off-key voice. Right after this statement, there was a bang, and smoke filled the TARDIS, enveloping the interior in white.
"Oh, nice going!" The Doctor yelled as he coughed. "Can't you apply a single circuit right?"
"Speak for yourself!"
The Woman set her bag down and stepped inside the blue box, shutting the doors behind her to block out the noise that could potentially wake Annie. "What are you doing?"
When the smoke cleared, it revealed the tenth and eleventh Doctors standing over a pile of wires and blinking light and circuit panels. Ten was holding some instruments, which were poised over the sparking wire that was in front of him.
He looked up at her, his eyes shining through the large scientist goggles he wore and a crazy grin on his face that was smeared with ash. "We're making a machine that goes 'ding'!"
"Why?"
"I asked him to try and make another one to detect Zygons." The Doctor said. "After he threw the last one at a Zygon."
Ten glared at him. "You won't get over that, will you?"
"No!"
The Woman walked up to the table where the mess was sitting. "How's that going for you?"
Ten puffed out his chest. "I think it's going great!"
"Aside from the fact that it just blew up?"
"Yeah, well…" He lifted the piece of sparking wire with a pair of tweezers. "That doesn't really matter." There was a loud bzzt, and he jerked away from the wire, grinning sheepishly at his skeptical mother. "It really doesn't."
The Doctor sighed and rolled his eyes, leaning in close to her. "He doesn't know what he's doing, in all truth."
"Hey!" Ten scowled. "It's been a few hundred years. Give me a break! Besides, when was the last time you did this?"
He scratched his head. "Somewhere around this time…"
"See? I know what I'm doing more than you!"
"Play nice!" The Woman scolded. "Why not ask Koschei? Isn't he good at this sort of thing?"
The Doctor gave her a look of injured pride. "That's below me!"
She sighed in despair at her sons. "I will never understand you."
The next day, Ten stood in front of the mirror in the TARDIS, smoothing down his hair and preening himself. He turned to his fellow Doctors and the Master. He grinned. "How do I look?"
"Dumb." The Master grumbled.
"I'm sure she'll think you're lovely." The Doctor said, straightening his tie.
The Doctors and the Master had gone off back to the 1500s so that Ten could marry Elizabeth, as he was supposed to.
Ten looked down at the pile of wires and metal that was "the machine that goes 'ding'" in progress. "Well, that's not happening anytime soon." He had worked on the machine the entire night, with no success.
"Materializing!" The Doctor called, flipping the switch. The hollow sound rang throughout the halls, signaling their arrival.
Ten poked his head out of the TARDIS, looking around the hallways of Elizabeth's palace. "Hello?"
"My love!" The redhead came running down the hall, her shoes clicking on the marble floor as she ran. She hitched up her considerably frilly skirts as she moved. "You've been gone for nearly a week! I was starting to worry!"
He opened his arms. "You never need to worry!" He embraced her as she ran into his arms, and she threw his arms around his neck, kissing him. He stepped back slightly, surprised by the sudden contact.
The Master groaned in disgust from behind him, and the Doctor muttered: "Oh dear.", with thoughts of River running through his mind. He was glad she wasn't here.
Elizabeth separated from him, smiling. "Now come, we have a wedding to put on!"
McGillop and Osgood strolled through the dim isles of metal shelves, tinkering with the many weapons and gadgets that lay before them.
"This is the most wonderful develop." A Zygon gurgled behind them. "We now have complete control of UNIT and its resources! The Doctor will die soon, as soon as our brother has what he wants. It almost seems pitiful."
"Wonderful developments indeed." The McGillop Zygon muttered as he picked up an interesting-looking gadget. "These puny little humans have no idea what's going to become of them soon."
"The Doctor is surrounding himself with Zygons." The red monster shuffled slightly. "They are so dim they don't even realize it. We had a close call the other day with the Time Lord Zygon. The captive almost managed to compromise his entrapment, and it resulted in a brief flicker of disguise."
Osgood whipped around to face it. "Did anyone see?"
"Well, the Doctor saw-"
"What?" She strode up to the alien in a blink of an eye. "He saw our brother for what he really was?"
"For a brief moment, yes." The Zygon stared down at her scowling face unblinkingly. "But his friends convinced him of his own imagination, and he dismissed it."
The Osgood Zygon turned away. "Good. One little thing and our plan could be ruined."
The Doctor and Elizabeth stood on the green lawn of the courtyard inside her castle, facing each other. The other two Doctors and the Master stood off to one side, watching the ceremony.
"…do you, Doctor, take Elizabeth to be your lawfully wedded wife for as long as you both shall live?" the priest was saying.
He grinned. "I do."
"And do you, Elizabeth, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband for as long as you both shall live?"
"I do!"
"Then by the power vested in me, you may now kiss the bride!"
Elizabeth grabbed his face and kissed him, not even giving him a chance to figure out what was going on. The War Doctor tossed a handful of rice at them.
The Master turned away. "This is repulsive."
The Doctor nudged him. "You'll be doing this in a few days."
"Well, I don't mind kissing that girl."
Elizabeth separated from Ten, caressing his cheek. "Now, God speed gentle husband!"
He grinned. "You got it! Allons-y!" He ran off towards the TARDIS, the other Time Lords close in following.
As they entered the War Doctor asked: "Where do we go now?"
The Doctor laid his hand on the dematerialization switch, a knowing smile creeping onto his face. "The Undergallery!"