Right... *looks at timeline* This is following 12 (Weeell, recently-regenerated-13) and not Clara/Rose from Dark Heaven. I swear we'll get back to them soon(-ish). Possibly. And if you believe that I have a schedule then I'll tell you about how the Doctor is the greatest driver ever.

I solemnly swear that I have never owned Doctor Who.

And if anyone doesn't recognize the order of Doctors here: Shouty (9), Sandshoes (10), Chinny(11), Old Man(12), Clara(nickname pending)(13).

The Doctor just looked at the console for a while, unsure of where to go next. Osgood had already left a few years ago, having decided to just go back to working at UNIT, and she was alone.

Not that it bothered her. Or it did. She wasn't sure yet, she was still cooking, still not ready.

And she was aware of something else nagging at the edge of her consciousness... Something important, something she was supposed to do... Something...

She found herself staring at one of the chalkboards her previous self always had around during his early years. A part of her mind wondered how she had gotten to the storage room, but that was dismissed while she examined the calculations.

The Old Man had never actually stopped to do that, but now the Doctor wondered if they were actually something greater. It seemed like too much a coincidence that he had suddenly come up with them, and since she wasn't busy she had time to examine them.

The results were... Surprising. Well, not very surprising taking into account the fact that the Time Lords would really like to be freed from the Pocket Universe where they were trapped.

But the calculations were not complete, like there was a piece missing before she could actually even start to think of using them to bring Gallifrey back.

Her mind raced as she tried to remember anything about the calculat- Of course. Vastra's house. Right after his regeneration the Old Man had already started scribbling them on the floor, wanting to write them down somewhere, anywhere, as long as he managed to record them before his mind deleted it.

She raced to the Console Room, frowning as she turned off the brakes and activated the blue boringers (she hated to do that, but she didn't want Clara to hear her landing there. She would have far too many questions that couldn't be answered right now.).

After almost crashing into the house instead of quietly materializing (there was a reason she always left the brakes on) she exited the TARDIS, thankful that she had arrived at a point right after the Old Man had left to go chase the dinosaur but before the writing had been cleaned.

After almost half an hour of copying the calculations to a blackboard provided by the TARDIS (it wasn't her fault that it took so long. Her past self should have written it more carefully. And in order. And in a more understandable way.).

Now that the calculations were half complete she could test them. No sense in wasting a thousand years trying to get them to work in theory only to then find out that there was a small mistake that stopped her from being able to (safely) tear open a hole in the barrier between dimensions.

And for the first time in a few hundred years she was glad that Chinny had spent so long tinkering with the TARDIS. All the modifications to the mechanical parts that he did actually made it possible for her to input the calculations by herself. She still couldn't put specific coordinates there (yet), but she trusted the TARDIS to take her where she needed to go.

She just really really hoped that it didn't cause her to regenerate right after leaving the TARDIS. She still hadn't had time to even properly look at a mirror or choose some new clothes, but all things considered it could be worse. She could still be stuck on a healing coma like Sandshoes had because of Shouty having absorbed the Time Vortex to save Rose (and even using a small piece of that energy to save her life there).

Rose. She hadn't thought of her in quite some time. At some point she had managed to convince herself that Rose was happy in Pete's World with the Metacrisis, but now the guilt that Sandshoes had felt immediately after leaving her returned full force.

She was still thinking about that while imputing the calculations, and she noticed just a bit too late that the TARDIS was already moving.

She was almost sure that she knew where the Old Girl was going, but she still hoped that she was wrong.

A look at the nearest screen after landing proved that her suspicions were right. A knock at the door a moment later destroyed any hopes that she had landed into another Parallel Universe that was merely very similar.

She was at Bad Wolf Bay. In Pete's World.

And Rose was right there at the door.

The Doctor inspected the console again, hoping that she could at least perform a short jump away. As much as she had loved (still loved) Rose, she didn't think that she could withstand the pain of seeing her again.

Unfortunately it seemed like she didn't have much of a choice since the TARDIS would take at least an hour to recover from the Universe jumping and she knew that Rose would use her key to enter in about 12.6 seconds if she didn't open the doors herself.

A moment passed before she made a decision.

Rose allowed herself to smile for a moment before opening the TARDIS doors. Running alongside the Doctor, her Doctor, while he tried to desperately come up with a plan to save them on the last second before they would have been killed, those had been some of the happiest times of her life. Most people would say that she was crazy for liking that, but she was happy with him, and sometimes, just sometimes, she had hoped that they could have had something more than... Whatever it was that they had.

She was surprised when she saw the new TARDIS interior, but that wasn't what drew her attention. That honor went to the short brunette woman wearing clothes that seemed to be too big for her while fiddling with something in the console and to the fact that the Doctor seemed to be passed out on a chair not far from her.

"Doctor?" Rose asked, tentatively approaching the chair he was in, accidentally stepping on something that looked like it belonged to the Cybermen "Doctor?"

She reached out a hand to touch him, but he suddenly disappeared as soon as she got closer.

"No no no no." The woman said in an annoyed tone, flicking a few more switches before staring at the central column "Why did you do that? You could have at least kept it for a few minutes, until... Until..."

"Who are you and what did you do to him?" Rose asked in a threatening tone, slipping back to her Torchwood training that she so rarely thought of nowadays "And for that matter, how are you here? The Doctor said that trying to travel between Universes would be impossible once the walls closed."

"I've been known to be wrong before" She whispered before doubling over in pain and coughing up some regeneration energy.

Rose immediately rushed forward to help her. Despite the suspicions she had she couldn't just leave her there in obvious pain.

She helped sit the woman in the same chair where she had seen the fake Doctor a few moments before, but before Rose could ask any questions she spoke up "I suppose it's useless to keep hiding my identity, isn't it?" She asked in a resigned tone "Activate Voice Interface"

"Voice Interface enabled" Stated the hologram which appeared right in front of them.

"Display the regenerations from the point when Rose left until now." The woman said a moment before their surroundings changed to the TARDIS of Rose's second Doctor, a snowy area visible through the open doors for a moment before he limped inside.

She watched as he struggled against the regeneration for long enough to send the TARDIS into the Vortex before finally stopping. She watched as his face changed to one who looked like one of her old teachers and then he was already running since the burst of regeneration energy had knocked the TARDIS off-course and it was heading straight towards the Earth.

The image then flickered for a moment before the console room changed to one that looked a bit more like the one that she was actually in. She saw the Doctor talking to a woman that looked almost exactly like the one who was on the chair besides her, except that she seemed to be far younger. She could see that his body was already starting to glow, but unlike her Doctor he seemed to be just waiting for the change to happen while he apparently tried to comfort the woman (she assumed that she was his current companion). And then his face quickly changed into that of an old man, and moments later the TARDIS lurched and he was running to the console, trying desperately to stop her from crashing.

"So that's him now?" Rose asked, once again turning towards the woman, who now had a thoughtful look on her face as she looked at the spot where her lookalike had been a few moments ago.

"Used to be." She said, breaking from the thoughtful state and pausing to look at the console for a moment before continuing "The TARDIS is probably just organizing the projection. The last regeneration was quite recent."

And then as if triggered by her words the older Doctor entered the TARDIS, a few pieces of Cyber-technology visible on his face and hands. For a moment he looked annoyed when he spotted it, as if he had thought that he had gotten rid of that, but then he seemed to simply accept it, and unlike his previous selves he voluntarily started the regeneration, away from the console and without starting the dematerialization sequence.

When the light faded Rose saw that he became the woman who was right besides her. She then proceeded to rush to the console and immediately send the TARDIS to the Vortex, and it was then that the image faded.

"Doctor?" Rose asked, turning once again towards the chair.

"Yes Rose, it's me." The Doctor said, still looking at the spot where her image had been "Why do I look like Clara?" She whispered to herself.

Rose just looked at her, unsure of what to say. All those years she imagined that if she ever saw him again she would slap him until he regenerated or something like that for abandoning her, but now that the Doctor was there she found that she just couldn't do that.

She still loved the Doctor far too much even after all this time even after what he had done. The fact that the Doctor was now a woman did surprise her, but it didn't change how she felt. She doubted anything could truly change that.

"So where's the Metacrisis Me?" The Doctor asked, as if recognizing the look on her face and wanting to get as far away from that matter as possible "I thought he would be with you."

"He... He was, but..." Rose answered, tears sprouting from her eyes as she remembered "In the end his Time Lord brain became too much for him to bear and..."

"I'm sorry." The Doctor said, getting up and hugging her before collapsing onto the chair once again "When was it?"

Rose took a moment to try to calm herself down a bit before answering "At least a hundred years ago."

"But how are you still the same?" The Doctor asked, before answering it herself a moment later "It's the Bad Wolf, isn't it? But how could you still have it without dying?"

"Yea" Rose said a moment later.

The Doctor then seemed to stop for a while after that (probably filing away that question for later) before finally speaking again "Would... Would you want to go back to the other Universe?"

Even with it having changed so much Rose still recognized the expression on the Doctor's face. Hope, with a slight twinge of fear.

Perhaps if her family was still alive her answer would have been different, but as it was now there was only really one response she could give.

"Yes"

So this is it. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go back to building that shelter against the S9 finale because it's obviously going to be something heavy.
I'll see if I can take a typewriter to the secret location where said hideout is located.
*disappears while saying something about Doctor, Rose, River, Chameleon Arch, Daleks?, Library and Gallifrey*
Well, possibly.
See you later.
Or not.
Bye.

Random Thing: "Let there be light" *points at lamp* *power comes back on* "What? What?! WHAT?!"
Transcribed from a real happening. Really.