Branches whipped her face as they ran, but Jenny paid no mind to it. Her respiratory bypass was kicking in, but she was also mindful of her two companions who lacked them. And while one was a bit modified, she wasn't part Time Lord.

"How much farther?" Melody panted, checking over her shoulder.

"Not far." Jenny replied.

The three of them rushed through the trees, four hearts beating harshly between them, and the relief was palatable from all of them as the stone steps came into view. Running up them at full tilt, they barely had time to catch their breath before they were on their knees at the top. All three were removing backpacks and pulling out parts to a very special device Jenny had made, and she started reassembling it.

"You're positive this will get to them and only them?" Tim panted as he handed Jenny what looked like a mini-satellite dish.

"Programmed it to lock on to the TARDIS," She nodded.

"What if we get them too young." Melody asked. "Or worse, what if we get Dad without Mom?"

Jenny paused her assembly. She'd wondered that herself when she used her TARDIS key as part of the S.O.S. signal. Shaking her head, she resumed her quick assembly.

"Shouldn't. But if it does, that's why we record the message without calling them that." She replied, positioning the camera toward them. She shifted back, Tim and Melody following her lead. She pressed the button on her remote, and a little light came on by the camera. "Doctor, if you're receiving this message it means we are in trouble. With any luck, you recognize all of us, or at least Tim. If you know exactly who we are, then we know you're already on your way. If you don't, then please come. We're in the Gamma Jungle on Truncatis in the Majora galaxy, year 53098. If you hone in on this signal, you will be in our general location."

"Providing the ever so friendly locals don't drive us further out or some shit." Tim interjected.

Melody huffed. "Already told you, there is no way that is a local as the locals are human, and that is distinctly not."

"Whatever you say, Song Bird."

Jenny, used to this already, simply carried on. "Come find us. If we do have to relocate, we'll check back here every two hours. And hurry, please." She ended the video, handed the remote to Tim, and got up to make sure the device was set to transmit while Tim and Melody shouldered their back packs again.

All the lights that should blink were, and she smiled. "Great. Allons-y, then!" She said, just as a loud screech from the thick trees that looked distinctly like those in an Earth Jungle sent a nearby flock of birds scattering. She felt both her hearts stutter, and the wide eyed hear from Melody and Tim let her know it was loud enough for them to hear it too. "Like now."

"Jen, I don't…." Tim started to say, but she cut him off as she pulled his hand roughly, half dragging him down the stairs. Once they got to the bottom, they darted into the thick forest. Moving toward a cave structure they'd seen earlier, the three ducked inside. There was a rustling noise, and suddenly a bright glow broke through the darkness from the light in Melody's hand.

"Jen," Tim said, getting both their attentions. "I think there was a problem with your setting."

"Oh, Tim, what did you do?" Melody huffed, rolling her eyes.

"I didn't do anything." He snapped back, handing the remote to Jenny. She took it, looking at the small screen attached to it, feeling her hearts sink as she watched the display.

"It's always your fault when something goes wrong with the tech." Melody snapped.

"Ah, no. It's not. May be from the the 21st century, but I'm not stupid. I ask when I'm not sure, and I'm telling you there is something wrong with the transmitter."

"Yeah, 'cause you probably pressed a button you shouldn't have." Melody argued.

"He's right, Mels." Jenny cringed. "It was me. I, dunno, I think I mighta crossed a wire or something. I dunno, but it's sending the S.O.S. out … to two different points in time."

"Two different points in time." Melody repeated incredulously.

"Yeah," Jenny winced.

"So we're going to get two of them?" She asked, and Jenny nodded. "Any clue as to when?" Jenny shook her head.

"So we're running the risk of not only getting two Doctors, probably two Wolf Girls, but maybe a duplicate of any one of us?" He said, looking between the two girls who both nodded. "And from what I understand from the stories that is likely the worst possible thing to have happen."

"Two Doctors, it's fine. Time Lord thing, just like two Jenny's aren't bad." Melody answered. "But the rest of us, even two Roses, that could be bad."

"Well shit." He said, plopping down on the stone floor and pushing his hair out of his face. "Guess we just have to hope for the best."

~DWDWDW~

"Hey, Rosie." Jack greeted warmly after the fourth ring.

"Hey, you." She replied, looking up at the time rotor and listening to the Doctor tinker a level below. "It's been a bit for me, had a little something happen, wasn't sure how long it would have ended up being for you." She ran her finger along the edge of her boot, up the laces, while she studied the interior of her home.

"Only been, oh, a couple days, I think." Jack replied, and Rose thought she heard someone in the background. "Yeah, yeah, alright." Jack said, and the creak of a bed came through the line.

"Jack? What are you?" Rose started to say, but Jack's laugh and the click of a door stopped her.

"Sleep over. Three A.M. right now." He said.

"You should have told me." Rose half shouted. There was a thunk below her, followed by an "I'm okay," from her husband.

"It's fine, Rosie," Jack said as Rose tried and failed to prevent her face heating from the blush. "Wasn't that tired anyway. So, had a little something happen. Mind telling me what that something is? Or was?"

"Regeneration sickness." She said bluntly, and it was followed by something breaking in the background.

"Jack?" A familiar woman's voice called out.

"It's fine." He called back, not pulling the phone away to do so and inadvertently yelling in Rose's ear. She winced, and then did so a bit more when she heard the string of Gallifreyan curses come up from underneath.

"I'm closing the bond if you're going to keep surprising me like that." He called up the warning.

Rose didn't have a chance to respond before Jack spoke again. "What do you mean, regeneration sickness? You changed? I thought you were still human?"

"I'm … the same. Not really human according to some thing the Doctor was given that detects species, but that's not really important. I mean the Doctor regenerated and apparently it can affect me."

There was a long enough pause on the other end that Rose pulled the phone away to make sure there was still a connection. She returned it to her ear just as Jack said, "You never told me."

"Sorry?"

"That when he changed you got sick." He replied.

Rose furrowed her brow. "Jack, when are you talking about? Which regeneration?"

"Ten to eleven." He replied, making Rose's heart stop.

"You've met him? New him?"

"Of course I have." Jack replied. "But I guess … must have been a future you. Keep my mouth shut on that one." He said with a sigh. "So I guess that means you are with Amy and Rory now?"

"How much about my personal future do you know?" She teased.

"Enough to know whether or not you two eventually give me that honeymoon I've been asking for." Jack teased back, and she could just see the filthy grin and wink he'd have given her in her mind.

"Been about seventy years, Jack, let it go."

"Never can, never will. For one shining moment in time I was Mister Jack Harkness Tyler, spouse of the Doctor and the Bad Wolf. I don't care if it was declared invalid within an hour, it was my time, Rosie, and I won't ever forget it. So how long has he been wearing the new face? Well, new for you."

"About a week, nearly two." Rose replied. "Only just woke up a couple days ago. Got a bit distracted." She said as something on the monitor beeped. "So who's the lucky girl? Anyone I know?" She asked as she went over to investigate.

"Well. Yes." Jack said hesitantly. "Might be a certain woman with whom you are acquainted."

"Wouldn't be the woman who will one day see me as a mother figure, would it?" She asked very, very quietly, thankful the Doctor closed off their bond and had kept it that way. Over the last century, there had been a few conversations with Jack in which Rose would hear River in the background. They usually happened in the time period after Ianto passed away, though she had stumbled across a Jack too early in the time stream on occasion and would find herself surprised to hear his long time boyfriend in the background once more. It was the disadvantage of keeping Jack linear with them: they still visited Sarah Jane and Luke, Mickey and Martha, even Donna as they could space their visits to them out over decades, something they couldn't with Ianto.

"It might be." Jack said slowly. "Doesn't make you mad, does it?"

Rose chuckled, pulling her eyes away from the monitor to the corridor as Amy emerged. "No, it doesn't." Rose said as she watched the ginger skim over her before moving down stairs in search of the Doctor. "Only woman off limits is Jenny, far as I'm concerned."

"Does that mean you're available?" Jack teased.

"It's a given that I'm not," She replied, returning her attention to the monitor and finally getting the incoming signal up. She nearly dropped the phone when the faces of Jenny, River, and Tim came up. "Jack, I gotta go." She said hurriedly.

"Later, Rosie." He said, though she pretty much cut him off before he finished saying her name.

She slammed her phone down on top of the console. "Doctor!" She called out, hearing the panic start to form in her voice. When he didn't seem to pick up on it right away she slammed mentally against the walls around his mind, shouting his name.

She hadn't even gotten through it when she heard his heavy boots come running up the stairs.

"What is it?" He asked, looking from her to the screen. He tensed, then bolted over, hitting a few keys on the typewriter before the video started playing.

"Doctor," Jenny said cautiously, and the informal address of her Dad made a lump form in Rose's throat. "If you're receiving this message it means we are in trouble. With any luck, you recognize all of us, or at least Tim. If you know exactly who we are, then we know you're already on your way."

"It's Jenny and River," Rose heard Amy say behind them. "Who's the bloke?"

"You know my daughter?" Rose turned and asked, but Amy didn't reply. The message started again on a loop, the voices of River and Tim barely catching Rose's attention as the Doctor moved around to the coordinates panel. She stared at Amy, waiting for an answer that the ginger wouldn't give.

"Yes," The Doctor said, and Rose could feel his discomfort in heavy waves. "We came across them just before we went to get Rory. She and River were doing something really … bad."

"Oh," Rose said, though didn't pull her eyes away from Amy even as Rory came into the console room.

"Umm, what's going on?" He asked, and Amy turned to look at him.

Uncomfortable silence filled the console room even as Rose finally turned away so she could help the Doctor with their time ship.

"S.O.S. call from our daughter." The Doctor replied to Rory's nearly ignored question. "Our daughter, and her friends. Our friends. Well, friend. Other one seems like it's a complicated relationship. Then again I have to wonder why he's with them if we are not. And we can't be, or they wouldn't have sent out an S.O.S."

The TARDIS landed with a shudder, and an uncomfortable hum sounded around them.

"What … was that?" Rory asked, looking at the ceiling with distrust.

"That is the TARDIS being entirely uncomfortable with whatever is going on here. Which means …" The Doctor said before bolting out the doors. Rose followed, finding themselves at the top of some sort of stone structure that reminded her a lot of a pyramid. There was a stone alter in the center with a small, seemingly thrown together gizmo sitting in the middle of it, and at the opposite end was another TARDIS.

"We're already here." Rose remarked as she heard Amy and Rory step out behind them.

She felt the Doctor's panic before he slammed up his walls. "No, just me." He said, whipping around and taking her by the shoulders. "Close the bond." He insisted urgently.

"Why?" Rose asked, but did anyway.

"Cause I'm not entirely sure which me it is, just that there is one. Maybe it's me within the last century, but it's likely not." He said, then turned to Amy and Rory. "Right, so it's a bit more complicated than originally thought. So, when it comes to the girls and Tim, do not say a word. Not a peep, not unless I say it's okay."

"Okay," Rory said calmly while Amy stared at the Doctor with wide, excited eyes. "Is it because this other you might not know she's your …?"

"Yes, yes, that's exactly it, Rory. Now," The Doctor spun toward the stone staircase. "I'm down this way, and I sense me here, so we should at the very least go introduce ourselves and send me on my way."

"Not confusing or crazy sounding at all." Amy said.

"No. Not at all. Alright, come along, Pond, Rose, Rory." He said, hand twitching to reach for Rose's and stopping. She caught the frustration on his face before he plastered on a smile and clenched his hand into a fist as they made their way down to the wooded area at the bottom.

Looked more like a jungle, really, and as they moved she searched for a sign of the other Doctor. She couldn't find him among the vegetation, and when they made it to the slightly soft earth she ventured just a touch further from the rest to hunt for him.

"So here I am, but I have to wonder where the other Time Lord I'm sensing is." The familiar voice made her burst out into a grin, turning toward her Doctor who stared wide eyed and jaw dropped back at her.

She squealed quietly, and her Doctor mouthed "no," before turning to the rustle of leaves and branches.

Not terribly as youthful looking as when he first regenerated, the Doctor who emerged looked precisely like he had when they were in the dream state. Hair cut on the short side, reminding her a little of her husband's current hair style, though with the curls this previous regeneration was gifted with. His blue eyes still pierced, but they were warmer than she recalled. He was also in his green frock with the waist coat and cravat, styled similarly to how she recalled he looked from all the images the TARDIS had sent her.

He scanned the group, eyes falling on her, the corner of his mouth turning up a bit.

"It's not you," He said as he stepped toward her. "Though I admit I'm disappointed that it's not." He said as he looked her over.

She should be ashamed that her knees went a little weak, but at that moment Rose felt a bit too much like a teenager with a celebrity crush to properly care that he was just her husband in a younger body. She'd been partly satisfied with having gotten to meet him even in their minds, but this was more than she could have hoped for.

"No, no, she's not. But we do know the Time Lord you're searching out so you don't need to stick around." Her Doctor said as he came up beside her. She could sense as much as see in the corner of her eye how he was fighting the urge to put his arm around her, hold her hand, touch her in any way that would signify her as his. Possessive of her two bodies later and even with himself, it would seem. Though she supposed that shouldn't be surprising from what vague memories she had of Pompeii. "Go on, head back on up, sure your companions are growing impatient. Who are you traveling with, anyway?"

"No one at the moment." The eighth Doctor replied.

"Well then, get back out there and find someone!" Her Doctor encouraged. "I mean, look, I've got three. Full house, or TARDIS, I suppose. Either way, I have three now, about to gain three more, really there isn't any need to for two of us."

The other Doctor smiled cheekily. "Well, as you've said, you already have three."

Her Doctor was about to make another counter when a loud, high pitched screech filled the air. On instinct, Rose pushed the curly-haired Doctor behind her, looking to the trees and searching for what ever made the sound. Her heart started to pound, and she thought she saw two orange dots like a pair of eyes before the ruffled leaves distorted them.

She vaguely acknowledged the younger Doctor's attempt to put her behind him, but Rose wouldn't have any of it.

Something was about to step out of the trees, a pale, overly wrinkled foot with long toes and longer nails stuck out into the sunlight, and then retreated. A hiss sounded, and the movement and rustle of the trees began to move away from them.

No one moved for a long, drawn out moment.

"Okay." Rory said in his usual, unperturbed manor. "Are we going to go anywhere in time and space where there aren't any monsters chasing us?"

"Danger's just the bits in between." Rose repeated words long spoken to her mother. "Just happens we're on an extended holiday from quiet."

"Jenny is out there with that thing." The older Doctor said.

"As is River, and Tim," Rose huffed.

"I'm starting to think that perhaps there being two of us here is for the best." The younger Doctor said. "One of us can stay in the area, wait for the three that sent out the distress call to show up for a rendevous. The other …."

"Can go into the jungle, perhaps find the locals, ask them what that was and how long it's been here. Might give us an understanding as to why those three were here in the first place." The older Doctor interrupted his past self. "Right, okay, Amy, Rory, back up to the top. Rose and I will be up shortly. Me in the frock will wander the woods and …."

"Now, hold on." Rose stopped him, trying her hardest not to smile and failing to the point that she bore a lopsided grin as she turned to her husband. "He's alone."

"Yes, he is, his choice too, I do believe he said. Or maybe I'm just remembering. Can't really tell. Point is, it's quite obvious it's how he wants things."

"Oh, I'm not so sure." His younger self eyed Rose over with a grin matching her own. "I could certainly do with a companion for this particular venture."

"Well, then, why not take Amy? Or Rory? Or Amy and Rory. Two for the price of one, also they shouldn't be split up, but still. Two heads and all."

The younger Doctor looked to the couple standing behind the older Doctor and just off to the side, studying them with great interest. "You are right, they really shouldn't be split up, not at this point. But far be it for me, a stranger to them, to drag them along."

"You're technically a stranger to Rose, too." The older Doctor countered, stiffening as soon as he finished speaking.

"Rose," The Doctor in green drew out her name, taking her hand. "Care to join me in hunting down a strange, alien life form while looking for the locals to gain insight? Possibly run into one of the three people who called us to help?"

"This is the Cupla ship all over again." Her current Doctor said, dragging his hands over his face.

"Oh, Raggedy Man, stop your whinging." Amy said with a smirk. "Best you're the one here when Jenny, River, and the other bloke show up, isn't it?"

"Raggedy Man?" The Doctor holding her hand pondered as he looked over his future self. She wondered at the name herself, having not heard it used before. "Yes, I do see how you could earn yourself such a title. Where did you get that outfit? Certainly not from the wardrobe."

"Same place you got yours, Mister Darcy," He countered, straightening his bow tie.

"If you were going for an insult, you missed your mark there, Doctor." Rose snorted. "And what do you mean the same place? Don't dress anything alike."

"He means, Rose, he stole them from a hospital." The Doctor in the frock said, seeming to understand he was getting his older self in some kind of trouble.

"Oi, you did what!?" She whirled around and growled at her husband. He winced, flinching back as her hand came up to point at him. "Those aren't your clothes?"

"He saved the world, he gets to keep them." Amy said with a hint of annoyance.

"'S not how that works." Rose snapped back.

"I said it then." Rory said just loud enough to be heard, but quiet enough to not be dragged into the conversation.

"Well it was that or facing aliens in tattered trousers and ruined tie." Amy shrugged, maintaining her irritatingly calm demeanor with the edge in her voice. "At least he didn't borrow someone else's pants. Ones he was wearing were a little snug, but suppose they worked." Her mouth curled up slightly.

"Amy," Rory warned, but it was far too late.

Rose met her husband's eye, noting the guilt in his eye, the flush of his cheeks. "How much of you has she seen?"

"They!" He replied immediately. "They were both there when I changed my clothes."

"Actually, Rory turned his back." Amy pointed out, her grin growing a bit more.

There was so much Rose wanted to say, and bottling it up made her muscles sore. There was a headache forming in her mind where the bond was closed off and she wanted to scream at him through it. She cleared her throat, trying to simmer down the rage as she put on a smile. "Amy was right, you should be the one there when one of them show up. It's quite likely that Tim might not know you, but he'll know the TARDIS, and he'll figure it out quickly enough. In the meantime, I'm going to go with the Doctor."

"We are not having another Cupla ship argument." Her husband said through his teeth. He stepped closer, and she let him. He held her loosely at the waist, and she let him do that, too, though made no move to return the gesture. "I'm going to have a conversation with Amelia, because so help me if she drives you away from me even a fraction, I won't care how it affects time lines. She will be back in her garden in moment. I've only had you with me again for a few days, and already you're putting distance between us."

"Technically, I'm not." She said softly.

"I refer back when you left my last self to spend some time with my ninth self again because of Martha Jones. Time spent before you planned to leave."

"Not leaving you, you daft alien." She countered, giving his shoulder a gentle shove. "He's a younger version of you, and if I have to save one or the other, guess which one it's going to have to be?" She pointed out, and she could see that he could relent to that fact. "Not saying I'm not a bit miffed at you. And don't think we aren't going to have a conversation about your wardrobe."

At that he smirked, leaned forward, and whispered as softly as possible, "Yes, dear." Her ear tingled with his breath against her skin, and he pulled back entirely. "Right, you two head off. Do not let anything happen to each other. And if you find Jenny or River, send them my way."

"What about Tim?" Rose asked.

"Rightfully, I can't yell at Tim. Jenny and River, however, are another story." He said before turning around. "Come along, Pond, Rory." He said with a large, sweeping wave before he headed toward the stairs.

Rose watched, sensing the Doctor coming up behind her. "I think our walk through the jungle will be most enlightening." He said, and she caught his smug grin in her peripheral vision. "Do tell me why we were on a Cupla ship, and what was this argument we had that seems like it was quite memorable?"

Rose arched a brow at him. "Think I'm going to give you future knowledge? Know you're gonna have to forget this, but best you stay as in the dark as possible, yeah?"

"Oh, I don't know." He countered, turning to the jungle and extending a hand toward her. "Might make things more interesting for me."

She smiled, big and bright with her tongue between her teeth. He was going to be dangerous. And the memory of what was under all that silk and velvet didn't help Rose resist putting her hand in his in any way.

A spark tickled her mind on the contact, startling the both of them. Her bond was still closed, mental shields fully raised, but he was there, a second Doctor just on the edges of her mind.

"Interesting indeed." He said, cautiously curious, though didn't push at the moment. "Shall we?" He asked, and she merely nodded as she allowed him to guide her into the jungle.

She thought she heard rustling again, a low whimper, but when she looked around she couldn't see anything.

~DWDWDW~

"Oh god, oh god, oh god." Jenny said, clutching at her head and pacing in a three foot space.

"You don't believe in gods." Tim said, trying to keep his amusement at her panic tucked away. He didn't want to tell her that it wasn't so much the remote that told him something was wrong with the device, but the thought things that came when he touched it.

Two Doctors, both with faces he knew, the Ponds, Wolf Girl and the Velvet Doctor ….

Yeah, he was pretty sure she didn't want to know everything he saw, but once she found out the problem with the machine he knew it wouldn't matter. And when she sense the second TARDIS landing, Jenny became completely, totally inconsolable.

"Tim," River/Melody/annoying necessity growled with a stern look.

"I'm just pointing out a fact, Song Bird." He said with a sarcastic grin. She rolled her eyes and shook her head. At that, he stood, moved to step in front of Jenny, and stopped her by clutching her wrists. "You feel your Dad in your head?"

"Times two." She said. "Two, two of them, and I'm pretty sure one of them is not happy."

"Maybe that's because he's worried about you?" He suggested. "Where are they in the time stream, can you tell?" He asked. She shook her head. "So it's possible he doesn't know that you …."

"Are using a shoddy time travel ship commandeered by a time agent and traveling without him and Mom, but with you and Melody? Yeah, no, not likely." She said in a rush. "Probably didn't even know you would be here, with us, if he is angry because I can almost guarantee he wouldn't be surprised if he saw just Mels and I."

"Why do you say that?" The Nuisance still crouched on the ground asked.

"Spoilers," Jenny shot back.

"This have to do with the weekend you wouldn't tell me about?"

"Might." Jenny said. "And it was a weekend for you, but more a week for me." She turned back to Tim, smirking at his confusion. "Point is how do I explain all this to him?"

"Umm, with words?" Tim countered, smiling at her snort. He pulled her hands away from her head and dropped one wrist to stroke her cheek. "Know that I didn't exactly have both parents growing up, but pretty sure they like the truth."

"Oh shove it." She chuckled, relaxing a little more. "Wanna come with me? Might yell at me just a bit less if you're there."

"Actually, if you don't mind, I think the pair of us should go." The Thing-With-Curls spoke, making Tim roll his eyes.

"And leave the poor, defenseless human in a cave by himself. Yep, that sounds like an excellent idea." He countered.

"Doesn't it?" The Nuisance replied with a sickly sweet tone.

"Would the two of you stop?" Jenny snapped. "Honestly, get along, for once."

"This is us getting along," River replied with a shrug. And if Tim had to be honest, thinking of her by even that alias was only for Jenny's benefit. He had to wonder, really, what sort of fate he had coming that made the River in the library so much more pleasant to be around than the one he found himself so frequently stuck with these days. "Alright, fine, let Tim go along with you. If one of the versions of Dad is cross with us, means Mum's here, too. Unless it's during that time. And in that case, Mummy and Daddy aren't likely with him, anyway."

Tim blinked. "I wouldn't want your life." He told her bluntly.

"You mean the fabulous one where I essentially had two sets of parents, grew up all over space and time, and ended up with fabulous hair?"

"I mean a life in which everyone has two or three identifiers, and you, a grown woman of fifty something or other, still call one half of the people who raised you'Mummy and Daddy'."

"Whatever you say." She said with a shrug, pulling out a tablet type thing from her bag and making a show of settling in.

He huffed, but said nothing, picking up his backpack and shouldering it as Jenny did the same.

"We'll be back in an hour tops." Jenny said before she tilted her head to the cave door. Tim nodded, then followed. They walked a short way, Jenny checking over her shoulder periodically before coming to a complete stop.

"What is it?" He asked, glancing around for signs of danger, or Storm Boy and Wolf Girl. Just as he turned back to Jenny, she slammed him into a nearby try and kissed him forcefully, and without mercy. His hands gripped her head, fingers just a bit in her hair, and pulled her back. Gasping for the air, he said, "Right, so you're that Jenny?"

She smiled. "Been waiting to do that since we picked you up."

"Your Dad's here. Two of them. So's your Mom. You really want them to find out about us like this?" He asked her. "Especially when half the time I'm finding out about us like this?"

Jenny's nose crinkled. "Yeah, not the best."

"Yeah, not the best." He agreed. "Should we go now?"

"You aren't seeing anyone else, are you?" She asked suspiciously.

He gapped at her. He was, sorta, but he was a time traveler and didn't dare have anything too serious. He never knew when long-gone authors or the daughter of his friends were going to spring a snog on him, if not more, and he decided it was best for his moral compass if he wasn't committed to anyone.

But the guilt Tim always got in these situations must have crept into his eyes, because a second later Jenny looked panicked.

"I got you way too early, didn't I?" She asked him. "When was the last time you saw me?"

"Your parents picked me up and brought us to some resort planet. Your Dad was about to regenerate."

Jenny's eyes went wide. "Oh," She said, paling. "Yeah, bit early."

"Yeah, was a bit surprised by the time machine." He replied as she stepped back. "But does it help to know that this isn't our second kiss?"

"Third for you." She countered as he pushed off the tree.

"Right, so that wasn't a second you our last night there. Okay, awkward."

Jenny rolled her eyes, shook her head, and continued back toward the pyramid type thing they had set the device on.

He huffed out a sigh. Probably for the best she just think he was an idiot at the moment. That she not know she'd pay him a visit at his apartment quite often, that he was more aware of what his future looked like than he should be.

Best that Jenny didn't know that whatever she thought they were doing was going to lead to something much, much more.

~DWDWDW~

"So when do I have the pleasure of meeting you?" The Doctor asked as he and Rose moved through the jungle. They hadn't made it far from the stone structure, was probably only just out of hearing range.

"You once confessed to me it was shortly after you regenerated into your ninth self." She replied, meeting his eye. "So not too much longer," She said with a wink.

He smiled, chuckling in his chest. "Oh, you are an enigma. Clearly human: one heartbeat, human hormones, dress and speak as if from twenty-first century Earth, but you have been with me for three regenerations. Sticking around through one is a feat in and of itself for your species in your time, but three? How old could you possibly be? How often have I regenerated?"

She laughed. "Not answering either of those questions, thanks."

"Oh, come on. You know I'll forget." He egged her on, moving ahead and pushing a branch out of the way for her.

"Well then, how old are you?" She countered.

"Oh, somewhere around a thousand, possibly closer to eleven hundred." He replied with a shrug.

She shook her head. "Always knew you were lying about your age." She said as she stepped past him

He let go of the branch, the vegetation shaking as the limb whipped at leaves and branches. "Have you, now?"

"Always thought you were shootin' for older, though. Trying to make yourself more impressive." She replied.

"Well, to be honest, I often don't know. And I suppose, sometimes, I consider where I am, what I've done. For example, if I were on Gallifrey, we wouldn't even really worry about age, though I suspect there I would be about two thousand, maybe older."

Rose stopped, heart dropping into her stomach.

Gallifrey.

Not said with heaviness, regret, the fond tone of someone remembering a place long gone. It was said with ease, as fact, an absolute given.

Which only served to remind her why this Doctor's smile was so much lighter, easier. The Doctor she'd spent nearly her whole life with still suffered from nightmares sprung from the war, still had a hard time coming to terms with the fact that the only other Time Lord left was their daughter, and that was by chance. This Doctor was still running from Gallifrey, having no idea that soon there would no longer be a Gallifrey to run from.

"What is it?" He asked, amused. "Look too good for my age? I suppose since the regeneration you're traveling with is older and youthful it's not quite so pertinent, but I do believe this incarnation …." He stopped just after Rose's vision blurred. "Rose, what is it? What have I said to upset you?"

"Nothing." She said, shaking her head and forcing on a grin. He came toward her carefully, as if approaching a flighty animal. "It's nothing, really." She tried to reassure, but when he touched her skin, he drew his hand back like she burned him.

"I wouldn't say that." He said softly, stepping closer, putting his hands on her leather covered arms. He caressed the material with his thumbs, looking toward the creases he traced. "You know about the time war, don't you?" He asked.

Rose put her hands on his chest, over his hearts, feeling them hammer erratically. "I do." She replied honestly.

"You know how it ends. For the Universe, for me. Obviously we win, otherwise I don't believe I would be standing here talking to you, having run into an older version of myself. But I do wonder what they cost to win will be. And how long I will manage to stay out of the war." She remained silent, gaze focused on her hands against the velvet. He cupped her cheek, the spark of his mind against hers, and she snorted.

Two Doctor's in her mind. She thought, though couldn't be sure, that it must have felt the same with the Doctor's she'd met in the past such as the current form of her husband. How strange must it have been for them to feel two of her minds in his like she was with this regeneration. Without thinking much of the action, she leaned in to his touch.

"I won't have long, will I?" He asked her. "And I suspect from the way you're acting, that perhaps I don't come out the man I am now. And I hardly mean because I've regenerated."

"You're fishing for details I can't give you." She reminded him.

"I could just get it from you." He said rather bluntly. "I already feel that I have somehow managed to bond with you on some level. It really wouldn't take much for me to establish it."

"I have my shields up." She countered.

"And I could easily break through them." He said on a breathy laugh. "Clearly I placate you in the future, or else I'd have made you strengthen those by now. Any Time Lord that came across this anomaly of yours could easily get through them if they chose too."

She stepped back, trying to read his near-blank expression. "You wouldn't dare. 'S intimate, that. Bond or no bond, you wouldn't enter my mind without permission and we both know it. And besides, you don't even wanna know how dangerous I actually am, and don't think for a moment that I wouldn't put up a fight just 'cause you're my Doctor."

"Oh, you're Doctor?" He said, stepping closer and looking at her as if he wasn't seeing her at all. "Yes, I suppose I would be. Can't read your time line, not even a small glimpse."

"You're trying?"

"Oh no, this regeneration has a knack for simply seeing them." The tension that started mounting halted, changing. "Something else this regeneration is prone to doing."

"What's that then?" Rose asked, gaze moving to his mouth. She already knew, she'd heard the stories.

His lips twitched upward, and they were coming closer.

Then Rose heard a rustle in the bushes.

She spun abruptly around, keeping the Doctor behind her as she tried to listen to where the noise was coming from.

"Rose, I hardly think …."

"Shut up, Doctor." She said plainly.

The rustling stopped.

"I think," He said, just by his ear. "You were simply trying to distract me. If you didn't want me to kiss you, you simply could have said no. I would have listened."

"Sure about that?" She smirked though didn't pull her eyes away from the vegetation surrounding them. "Awfully rude, you are."

"Am I?" He breathed, breath on her neck, hand and bond tingling as he grasped her fingers.

She blinked, fighting the urge to shiver, then noted the orange eyes.

Hers widened just as something launched out from behind the bushes.

Pushing the Doctor aside, Rose didn't have a second to look back before she was knocked to the ground. All the air escaped her lungs as she landed on something, probably a rock or a tree root, but her fight instincts gave her little reaction. Hot breath puffed against her face as something heavy attempted to keep her pinned. She turned toward it, narrowing her gaze.

Orange eyes. Entirely orange eyes. It looks like it could have stood up like a human, but seemed more comfortable on all fours. It was beige in color, wrinkled all over, and seemed to have peach fuzzy all over. Its mouth was filled small, sharp razor teeth that threatened as its mouth curled in something like a smile, and its black tongue darted out.

"Oh, look at you." She heard the Doctor say, though the oversized alien on her was preventing her from seeing. "You are just a magnificent creature, aren't you?"

The creature, as he called it, sniffed her. After a few seconds, its head shot up like a dog, and it darted into the jungle.

"Well, that was interesting." The Doctor said, coming over and kneeling beside her. "I wonder what the locals have to say about it."

Rose attempted to get her feet but found she couldn't move. With the adrenaline fading from her system, she felt intense pain in the middle of her back.

"Might have to wait a bit for that." She said, and he frown in confusion. "Bit paralyzed at the moment."

~DWDWDW~

Amy watched the Doctor tinker with the device on the stone altar from where she was perched on the end of it. He frowned nearly constantly, though he didn't seem to be doing so because of the thing he was playing with.

"You look a bit frustrated." She commented, bending to try and catch his eye.

He wouldn't bite. "I am." He said flatly.

"'Cause your oh so loyal wife is off with some other bloke?" Amy asked. She was taken aback when he flashed his eyes up to her, dark and dangerous. "Oh, come on. How often did ya sneak off to stay with her while she was sick, and first chance she gets she's off with another guy that calls himself Doctor. Sounds like she has a fetish."

"It's him, Amy." Rory said, getting the Doctor's attention, causing the alien's eyes to go wide and jaw to drop.

Amy turned to where her boyfriend was leaning against the other TARDIS, watching them with crossed arms.

"What are you on about, it's him? Short dude with curly hair, sorta fit." She threw her thumb behind her in the direction of the Doctor. "Tall, very fit, straight hair. Not the same. Not even the same eye color."

"How did you know he was me?" The Doctor asked, contradicting everything she'd just proved. She turned back toward him, watching the Doctor leaning over the altar toward Rory.

"Don't be daft, wasn't you." Amy shook her head.

He looked at her like she was the one being crazy. "Think I know myself when I see me, Pond." He then turned back to Rory, the confusion returning. "How did you know?"

Rory shrugged. "Statue in the Museum didn't look quite like you. I vaguely remember images of Casanova, doesn't look anything like you. I asked Rose, told her what I suspected, she confirmed it." He stared for a moment, dropping his arms. "Sorry, I'm … I was just wondering and she confirmed, I didn't think it was a big deal."

"No, suppose it's not. Quite impressive, really, you figuring out regeneration all on your own."

"Well, I figured out you change, she never said how." Rory said slowly, concern in his tone as he took a couple steps toward them. "Regeneration?"

"Yes."

"So you …."

"Die, yes." The Doctor said, and Amy whipped her head around to look at him.

Her eyes hurt from being open so wide, and she felt her mouth starting to go dry. "That's what you meant back on that planet there, with the angel. You said 'die twice in one week.' You had just died not that long ago."

"Yes," He said, returning his attention to the gizmo, pulling the side off. He took his sonic thingy out of his pocket and pointed at the device. "I haven't been the man Rose is in the jungle with in a very long time. He was the last me I was before meeting her, and she's always had a bit of a thing for that me. And my fifth me. And oddly my third. She has her favorites, I suppose, like I would have favorite outfits she wears."

"So she likes that you more than this you, and that's why she's all critical and that?" Amy asked, crossing her arms.

"She doesn't know this him yet." Rory said, and she glared at him over her shoulder. He merely glanced over before looking at the jungle. "She's just getting to know him, is all. Not critical, she's asking questions of him. Getting to know him. Seems like a normal thing to do."

"She doesn't know all my quirks, my mannerisms. Hasn't even discovered I like fish custard and take less sugar in my tea." The Doctor said as he stood, pocketing the green, glowy, sonic thing before meeting her gaze dead on. "Which brings me to a very crucial point, you do know these things. You were the first person I interacted with fresh from the process, but that does not mean you know me. Little things change, Amelia, big things do not. And I am fairly sure the woman I have loved for so long is much more aware of the big things than you are. So, where am I going with this, you may wonder. Well, I will tell you. Stop trying to stir trouble. Not sure why you're doing it, but it needs to end or else this here will be your last trip. Am I making myself clear?"

She felt like a child, made small by the reprimand. Amy glared, though she couldn't hold it under the even, unwavering stance of the Doctor.

"We have company," Rory said. "Looks like a blonde. Not Rose though. And someone else."

"Male or female?" The Doctor said, moving to where Rory was standing and staring down. "Jenny and Tim. Well, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. River seems to be a cunning kind of smart, likely knew I would have something to say to the both of them."

A/N: This, my friends, is to celebrate the announcement of Moffat departing. Sorry if you liked him. It's also to celebrate my getting to the half way point in writing this fic. This one more than the others has been difficult than the others.

Thank you to the readers, favoriters, followers, and reviewers.

Eagle Hawke, CupcakeFlake, micbb, WaitingformyDoctorintheTardis, Antisocial Me, PanoramaGirl, Shadow Eclipse, DuShuZhi, princessgumdrop16, Nyx MG, debygobel (was 8 okay?), Insane-Bookworm-4ever (one is sorta coming), Darkelvoriplorellion Tyler, annabethfan15, TXBadWolf, pyro-pixichik, tscheby, DemigodDaughterOfTheTARDDIS (11/Rose can be tricky)

As always, thank you for leaving word.

Now... give me a bit. A week tops. Unless, you know, we have something more to celebrate and I can spare the chapter.