When looking back at the GITF episode, the droid did say that Rose was compatible. And the only part they needed again was a brain, preferably Reinette's.

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Previously

"I love you Rose." It was the only thing he could say at the time. They was no way out and he needed to say it. Rose looked at him with tears in her eyes that caused black streaks of mascara to paint her cheeks.

"I love you Mickey." He knew she meant it. "I'm sorry. You deserved better than me."

He opened his mouth to say that it was him that didn't deserve her. That she deserved so much more than what he could give her. That was when the blade went to her skin and the screaming started.

The connection from the fireplace to the ship was lost. There was no way back, no way back to his beloved ship and no way back to Rose. The Doctor moved from the fireplace back to the window with the Madame watching him curiously. He now felt the consequences of his actions. He would do it again if he had too but when did any of his victories did not bore a loss on his conscious?

Reinette moved to his side and looped her hand through his arm. "Did it not work my lonely angel?"

He looked at her and gave a sad smile. Here he was in the company of one of the most beautiful women in history and yet he felt…empty. He missed his Rose, she was always at his side, placing all of her trust in him.

"With the droids gone, there isn't a need for the time windows any more. So they've shut down. They were burning massive amounts of energy just to keep them open. It seems you were important to that ship somehow. I guess we'll never know."

She pushed him back slightly and smoothed the lapels of his suit while he looked down at her. "How will you get back?"

He smacked his lips together and pulled out his sonic screwdriver. He activated the correct setting and looked at the pale blue light. "I will have to hitch a ride with one of my past selves. Let me tell you. They may be all me, but we do not get along."

"All those face I saw…" She lightly touched his brow and traced down his nose to his lips.

"They were all me," he breathed and then touched his lips to the Madame.

"Quit snogging pretty boy! I have to pick up Rose from her mother's and I do not appreciate waiting for you to finish."

The voice of his previous self behind them caused them to separate and look at him with dazed faces. He let the Madame go and turned to face himself. "That was fast and I don't remember this."

His previous self sneered at him. "I'll block my memories. So I've regenerated into a pretty prat. Is Rose still with us?"

"Yes she is. Which brings me to why I called you. I need to get back to her."

His previous self marched up to him and glowered. He still was intimidating even though he was shorter than this current body.

"Where is she?!" He thundered. His current self forgot how murderously protective he was of her. He still was but not the murderous part so much.

"On a ship sometime in the future. Track my TARDIS and you'll find her and Mickey."

He watched this previous self wrinkled his nose at him. "I brought Rickey on board with me? Do I go senile in my old age?"

"Nope" He popped the p. "Just thought he could use a trip with us. It's his first trip mind you."

"And you abandoned Rose and him on a ship in the future?" He said this in such a quiet voice that made the hairs on his current self's neck stand up.

"It's not abandonment if you are going back." He argued.

His previous self grunted and walked to the other room. "Say goodbye. We're leaving."

The Doctor turned to Reinette and smiled that manic smile. "Pick a star and pack a bag. I'll be back." He gave her a kiss on the forehead and skipped to the other Doctor's TARDIS.

"I've found the coordinates of your TARDIS. Shut the door. We're dematerialising." His previous self was looking at the monitors.

His current self walked to the controls and stroked the column.

"Stop touching my TARDIS!" His previous self was glaring daggers at him. "I can't help you if you are feeling nostalgic about the layout."

"It's still the same. Haven't redecorated. Why mess with perfection?" At least he got a smirk from his grumpy self.

"I'm the regeneration after you by the way. Imprinted on Rose and bam! I'm foxy. She still misses you. Sometimes she looks at me like she's trying to remember what I looked like before." He moved to the jump seat and plopped down on it.

The leather jacket Doctor snorted. "This daft old face? I find that hard to believe."

"She had trouble adjusting to me. Was convinced I was Slitheen! Me! A Slitheen! That and the fact we didn't warn her about regeneration." He pulled out a banana from his jacket and peeled it. He was getting hungry.

His previous self turned to face him with a serious look. "Was it a good death?"

The current Doctor swallowed and looked at him with all the seriousness he could muster.

"I would do it every time if I could. It was the noblest of deaths."

His previous self grunted and returned to facing the console. "Get out of my TARDIS. You're here."

The Doctor hopped of the jump seat and put the remains of his banana in his pocket. "Don't forget to block your memories!"

The previous Doctor glared at him when he closed the door. The ship seemed fully functional now. Maybe his speech had frightened the droids into shutting down. But how had they repaired the ship? He ran through the ship to where his TARDIS was while listening to the other dematerialising. He smelt the rusty whiff of iron and tasted the sharp tang of blood in his mouth. He froze. There were no live crew members but this was fresh blood. The only life on this ship was Mickey and Rose. He ran full speed towards to source of the smell and stumbled.

I miss nine. Wished we had more time with him. Hope you've enjoyed this installation. Look out for more!