A/N: Because it all had to end on the 11th.
With a whir of River's sonic screwdriver, they stood amazed as young Timeless changed. The girl looked down at her hands, a golden energy enveloped them and swirled around her like a glowing mist until she was consumed entirely. Standing in the place she had been was an elderly man in a long tweed jacket and vest. He was immediately recognizable as the young Doctor they had been running with, only aged so very far.
"Timeless." The old Doctor's voice nearly broke. "Timeless because I am literally without time. It has come to the end. Thirteen lives lived."
Ten looked to Rose. "Timeless is the consciousness of the dying Doctor, just reliving one adventure and crashing another. Drawing two universes together without destroying either. Bit dangerous."
Rose didn't even have words as the old Doctor looked sadly to them. "All things have to come to an end. All things must die."
River looked from her young Doctor to this old one. She could see the similarities, they all could. At least in these final moments she was allowed to offer him some comfort. She moved towards him, steps so slow. She laid her right hand on the old Doctor's face. "Thirteen lives lived…" she repeated his words.
Rose stepped forward then, too. "Thirteen lives loved."
"You are never alone."
One by one every incarnation the Doctor ever lived appeared behind him. He chuckled softly. "Ha. Not the best of company, this lot."
"Look again," Rose whispered.
Around them people began to appear. There was Rose and River already in the space but then Amy and Rory, too. Donna, Jack, Martha, Sarah Jane Smith, even Mickey the idiot. The Doctor had to smile.
But, it didn't stop there. There was Grace, Mel, Ace. Peri, Vislor, Tegan, Nyssa, Adric. Ramona, Leela. Jo, Liz, Zoe, Victoria. Steven, Ian, Barbara. Susan. And so, so many more.
The Doctor's wife, his children, his grandchildren all stood around him.
"A life loved," Rose Tyler repeated.
"Doctor."
The old Doctor turned to the newcomer who had said his name. Dark hair and eyes. "Clara."
She smiled. "Hello, Doctor."
He looked into her tear-filled eyes and then looked to them all. "Times change, and so must I… We're all different people, all through our lives. And that's okay, that's good, you've got to keep moving, so long as you remember all the people you used to be."
The old Doctor looked at all the men standing behind him. Every one representing a life he lived. I life he loved and was loved in return.
"I will not forget one line of this. Not one day. I swear. I will always remember when the Doctor was me."
Tears slipped down Clara's face as she took the Doctor's hand. They turned together and everyone around them disappeared except for the five that had already been standing there.
With a final, fond farewell River and Eleven slipped back into their TARDIS, off to see the Singing Towers of Darillium as Rose and Ten took John on his very first adventure.
-The End-
A/N: Thank you everyone for taking the time to read! I really do appreciate it. I apologize if this got way too confusing at the end. Sometimes things make much more sense in my head, but I hope you were able to enjoy anyway!
Farewell Eleven. You shall be missed.
"All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another. " Anatole France