Author's Note: Hi everyone! Thanks again for the favs, follows, and reviews, and I'm so sorry this took so long! It's pre-hell week in our school play (for anyone not in theatre- a week before the performance where everyone's stressed out and busy), but I should still hopefully be able to keep this updated. Also Thanksgiving was crazy, but hope you like the new installment! Also, heavy Ian/Barbara shipping!

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It was the projection of a man, holding the hand of a little boy, and, as they walked up the drive, a woman appeared and stood in the doorway with a grin.

"Mama!" the little boy exclaimed as he let go of his father's hand and ran up the lane, to be swept up by his mother.

"Hello darling," she said, kissing him on the forehead.

The husband ambled up the drive and kissed the woman on the cheek.

"Hello dear," he said, and wrapped an arm around them both.

"Everything sorted out with Principal Morris?" Barbara Chesterton (nee Wright) asked Ian.

"Yes, all just a simple misunderstanding. Kaitlyn doing better with the Romans?" Ian asked with a smile. Barbara smiled back.

"Yes, though it is a rather difficult subject to teach. Especially since most of the history books are wrong."

"Perhaps now we know what Susan felt like." Ian admitted with a fond smile and a sigh.

"Mama? Papa? You went to Rome with the Doctor, right?"

The Doctor's eyes widened, but the projection continued.

"Yes, we did. It was quite an adventure." Barbara said, breaking out into a grin.

"Mummy will tell it to you at bedtime. Now, run along, CBeebies is on the telly, I'm sure." Ian said, giving his son's hair a fond ruffle as he raced into the living room, before sighing and turning to Barbara. "You know, sometimes I really do miss the Doctor." he said with a sigh.

"I do too." Barbara admitted. "He's the most brilliant man I know."

"Yes... a bit infuriating at times, but a practical genius, and a good friend." he said with a lost look in his eyes, before his son reappeared.

"Mama! Papa! Come watch Tree Fu Tom with me!"

The projection faded out.

The Doctor spun on his heel, and addressed the general TARDIS, hoping that there was somebody, hopefully the orchestrator of this silly charade, listening.

"I didn't cause them to have a happy life!" he exclaimed. "They stole a time machine and ran away from me!"

A voice clip suddenly started to play over the TARDIS.

"The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don't always soften the bad things, but vice versa the bad things don't always spoil the good things and make them unimportant. And we definitely added to his pile of good things."

"Doctor?"

The Eleventh Doctor turned around, his face soft and his eyes bigger than saucers.