Notes: More changes! I'm glad you all liked that I left out the War Doctor. It's not that the actor did a poor job of it, I just don't like the idea at all. We never met him, we didn't know him, and the very concept of him abandoning the title of Doctor is just stupid. Anyway, this is all setting up for even more stuff later, as I'm sure you are aware. Enjoy!

"Oh my god!" the younger Rose gasped.

"She wasn't so worried about me after this regeneration," the pinstriped Doctor grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I got hit in the head with a cricket bat after the last one!" the Doctor in a bow tie announced.

"That was Amy! I was busy bandaging Jamie after you blew up the console room, thank you very much," the older Rose argued.

"And I spent how long taking care of you while you were unconscious through an alien invasion?" the younger Rose added incredulously.

"Would you all quit bloody shouting?!" the newly regenerated Doctor complained, rubbing his head as he sat up.

"Sorry, love," both Roses apologized, helping him up.

"Hearing in stereo. That's weird," he commented.

"Well, we could blame the ears, but the fact that our wives seem to think you need coddling is more the problem," the tenth Doctor grumbled.

"Accent is weird. That'll take some getting used to," the ninth added.

"God, I missed that," the older Rose sighed.

"Yeah, enough of that, thank you. Time to deal with the Zygon invasion while Big Ears gets his bearings," the oldest Doctor insisted.

"Why did you lot come to Earth in the first place?" Clara wondered.

"Our planet was lost in the Time War. The ship we used to escape crashed here, damaged beyond repair," the leader admitted.

"Right, well, I'm sure we can figure out some kind of solution other than trying to take over the planet," Rose reasoned.

The bow tie wearing Doctor considered all of the factors leading up to their arrival here and decided that the paintings with missing figures in the future had to be related since Kate said that he had left them there from this point. The instructions he would be leaving instructed UNIT to contact him immediately upon the escape of the figures from the paintings. It was likely then, that the Zygons had been placed in stasis inside the paintings, waiting for him to get back to that problem later in his life. What did all that have to do with the painting of Gallifrey, though? And why was his past self here?

"Ok, assuming that we might be able to convince the humans to grant you asylum on their planet, I'm going to guess that you'd rather do so when their technology levels are a bit better than they are now?" the oldest Doctor suggested. After a general agreement from the aliens, he continued, "Then, I have a solution. One that we have already seen in the future. Rose?"

"Umm, were they the ones in the paintings that got broken?" she asked.

"Bingo. Always brilliant, my love. Yes, we put all of you into suspended animation inside some fancy Gallifreyan paintings and, when the time is right, you lot come out so we can negotiate the terms of your stay on this lovely planet," he explained.

"Sounds like a plan, although I don't see why we couldn't just take them somewhere more friendly in the TARDIS right now," the pinstriped Doctor suggested.

"Because we've already seen it?" Clara responded. Everyone turned to look at her expectantly. "Sorry, well, I just mean that since we already saw the paintings and that's why we came here to begin with, if it didn't happen then it would be a paradox."

"Oh, you are a star, Clara," the pinstriped Doctor beamed.

"Absolutely right. It still doesn't explain what he's doing here," the older Doctor agreed. "But we can figure that out after we deal with this situation and Liz One."

"Ugh, do we have to?" the oldest Rose groaned.

"Afraid so, she isn't demanding his head yet," he replied. "And all of those paintings, along with my instructions need to be left with her for UNIT to take control of in the future."

"So how do we make these paintings to put them into?" Clara wondered.

"Perfect question, Clara. And it actually means that, yes, I will be teaching you how to make Time Lord three dimensional art," he told her.

They all made their way to the pinstriped Doctor's TARDIS to get the equipment that they would need to put the Zygons into stasis. While Clara and the two older Doctors worked on that problem, the youngest Doctor sat with the two versions of Rose and recovered from his regeneration.

"I made you some tea, love," the younger Rose told him as she handed him his favourite mug.

"Not sure how I take my tea now," he grumbled.

"We are," they answered.

"Ah. I meet you in this form then?" he guessed.

"Yeah. Probably pretty soon for you, I'm guessing," the older Rose told him. "Do you know what happened for you to end up here? What made those portals?"

"The Moment. I pressed the button, thought it would destroy all of Gallifrey and end the war. Instead, I was just faced with a time fissure and a fez falling through it. That means the war is still going on. I haven't stopped it yet," he told them sadly.

"As far as you will remember, that did stop the war. So, when you block your memories of whatever happens today, you will believe that the Moment destroyed Gallifrey. Now we just need to figure out why it didn't and what really happened," the younger Rose said.

"Why would the High Council have told everyone that it would destroy a planet if that's not what it was? Why would they lock it away like that if it would create a way out of the time lock?" the older Rose wondered.

"That is a very good question. They can't have just wanted to throw me out of the war. There's something big going on and if the High Council is involved, it means they're probably trying to manipulate me into doing what they want again," he answered. "This tea is perfect, by the way, thank you."

"Wondering if we should take you to the wardrobe room to find your jeans and jacket," the younger Rose teased.

"Well, this jacket seems to have a large hole in it now," he sighed.

"Best check with our Doctors to see how you remember waking up after the war first," the older Rose suggested.

"You're probably right," he agreed.

"Ok, gran, you and granddad have to go see Liz One again," Clara announced as she entered the console room.

The younger Rose groaned and shifted the baby sling into a slightly better position. Jamie had been sleeping ever since they started walking back to the TARDIS and she was happy for the break.

"It's so weird seeing dad so little," Clara commented. "I can feel him in my mind, but it doesn't feel like dad, you know?"

"Seeing your dad as a baby is more odd to you than meeting your granddad before he even met me?" the oldest Rose asked.

"Well, I don't have as strong a telepathic connection with either of you to notice a big difference. But as a baby, his mind is so different than the brilliant man that he will be," Clara told them.

"Thank you, Clara. It means so much to me to see what we have to look forward to," the younger Rose told her, eyes a little glassy.

"I could say the same about seeing you," the youngest Doctor interjected, reaching out to take her hand and gently stroking the head of the sleeping baby.

"Right! Time to get this over with, love," the pinstriped Doctor announced as he bounced into the room, carrying a box that had to be bigger on the inside to contain all of the paintings. On the top of it, was the letter to UNIT that Kate had shown them. Inside it, were instructions to contact the Doctor by any means necessary when the figures in the paintings broke out through the glass.

"And how are we going to convince Elizabeth to put those in the under gallery?" the younger Rose asked.

"The under gallery is for works considered too dangerous for public consumption, right?" the older Rose remembered Kate telling them.

"Yup! Anything that she gets from him will be considered dangerous and locked away for safe keeping. To be uncovered by UNIT in the future, where they will get that letter and contact us at the correct time," the oldest Doctor explained.

The young couple returned to the castle with the box of paintings as a gift to the queen, in apology for the mess they caused. It was all going a little too well, actually, considering the way she had treated him when he saw her with Martha. Until little Jamie woke up and threw his flashy bouncy ball into the middle of the room. The noise and light show created a horrible ruckus and they ran away as soon as the Doctor managed to retrieve the toy.

"Now what?" Clara asked when everyone was back inside the TARDIS.

"Now, we all go back to deal with the Zygons in the future, as well as what that other painting is doing there. Once we know that and find the painting where it originally came from, we need to come back and place it with that other box in the under gallery," the bow tied Doctor explained.

When they got back to Kate in the future, they discovered that the escaped Zygons had hidden as the sheet covered statues and destroyed the sculptures they replaced, resulting in the stone dust all over the floor. A few had also taken over some of the UNIT personnelle. As a result, the negotiations between the humans and Zygons didn't go well. When all was said and done, the Zygons agreed to being relocated to another planet entirely instead of dealing with xenophobia and oppression on an Earth that still wasn't ready to live with aliens in their midst.

The pinstriped Doctor and Clara took the younger TARDIS to move all of them while the others stayed to contemplate 'No More.' They all stood staring at it as they considered why it was left here and what they were supposed to do with it.

"If the other paintings were freezing the Zygons in stasis, yeah? Is this one a frozen moment on Gallifrey? A way to go back there?" the oldest Rose suggested.

"That's brilliant!" the youngest Doctor shouted. "The Moment made the door out of the war, but this is the door back in!"

"Why now though?" the younger Rose asked.

"So that we can all help him?" the other Rose thought.

"No. The Moment didn't do what it was supposed to do. The rumours all said that it would destroy the planet, instead it just made those time fissures. Someone is trying to manipulate me. All the more reason for me to appreciate the help in fixing it," the youngest Doctor insisted.

"Right, so, we're going to Gallifrey. To likely face Rassilon and the entire High Council. They tried getting out through the Master, but they also had this little plan up their sleeves. Is there anyone else we should be bringing with us? Jack? An older Jamie and River?" the oldest Doctor rambled, trying to put together a bit of a plan.

"Something about all of this pulled these particular versions of you together to face this. I think we should stick with the people already involved, love. As much as I don't like the idea of facing all of that with a baby, we are all part of these events now," the oldest Rose told him confidently. She had been becoming more in tune with feeling the way timelines were going and something about this told her to follow this path.

"Yes, that's just me fighting what my time senses are telling me, to keep all of you safe. I'm not any happier bringing either of you to Gallifrey after what you did to foil Rassilon's plans when I regenerated," he conceded.

"Oh, yeah. Will this be after that, do you think?" the oldest Rose asked.

"Most likely. Though the events for them were probably fairly close," he replied.

The other TARDIS rematerialized in the room and Clara bounced out of the doors with the pinstriped Doctor not far behind. He immediately moved to give his wife and son a kiss before turning to face the others.

"So, what's the plan?" he asked.

"We're going through the painting, to Gallifrey," the youngest Doctor informed them. "We need to confront the High Council and find out what the hell this is all about. They are behind the Moment."

"And we're taking Jamie?" the pinstriped Doctor questioned worriedly.

"As my lovely wife wisely pointed out, these particular versions of us at these points in our life have been brought together for a reason. The timelines have pulled us together and we would be wise not to question that. We are all part of these events, including baby Jamie," the oldest Doctor explained.

"Alright, enough chin wagging. Let's get this over with," the youngest Doctor grumbled and crossed his arms over his chest.

Both versions of Rose looked at him fondly for the familiar behaviour, but the other Doctors merely rolled their eyes.

"Yes, fine, let's go," the Doctor in a bow tie sighed. "Come along, Clara, but stay close."

The older Rose used her sonic to remove the glass covering access to the painting, the younger Rose giving her husband a look that said she wanted a sonic too. They all walked together into the war zone depicted and found that they quickly needed to find cover from the various Daleks around them.

"There is a way to the council chambers through the sewers," the youngest Doctor told them as he started pulling up a grate on the ground nearby.

It was a long, uncomfortable walk, but they were relatively safe from the fighting going on over their heads.

"Granddad, should we be worried about what the Time Lords will think of me and dad? The Great Intelligence said they'd want to dissect us or kill us if they saw what we are," Clara asked worriedly.

"No, Clara. There will be far more important things to worry about right now than scanning any of you. I'm more worried about Rose to be honest. At least you and your father have mostly Gallifreyan physiology. The changes to her, however, are much more complicated," the oldest Doctor assured her as they walked.

"Yeah, um, what exactly has happened to me?" the younger Rose questioned. It was something they had been trying to figure out for some time now.

"My connection with the TARDIS means that I'm much less likely to die, no matter what happens to me, as long as I can get back to Her. The Bad Wolf never left, and while I still can't really control it, she tends to help out when any of my family is threatened," the older Rose explained.

The youngest Doctor listened carefully, not completely understanding everything that they were talking about, but happy that his future wife would likely live just as long as he did. His last incarnation had been so lonely near the end, having lost so many companions over the centuries. He loved travelling with humans, but their lives were so fleeting.

"You were human?" he asked curiously.

"Yeah. Life with you though, something happened that changed me, I connected with the TARDIS," the older Rose answered.

"She absorbed the entire Time Vortex!" the pinstriped Doctor added.

"But that would kill you," the youngest argued.

"It very nearly did, but your regeneration took the energy from her and channelled it back into the TARDIS. Turned you into him, but it was worth it," the oldest told him.

"Right, well, we're here. Do we have a plan?" the youngest Doctor redirected, not quite sure how to take all of this for the moment.

"Not as such," the oldest Doctor replied.

"More fun that way," his Rose commented with a wink.

They all smiled at that and after climbing out of the sewers, strode confidently to the High Council Chambers. The deep hues of the formal robes worn by the members of council cast an intimidating air around them, but they had an important mission to complete here and wouldn't allow their pompous superiority complex to overshadow the wellbeing of the entire universe.

"My Lord Doctors," one of the voices boomed through the room.

"May I ask to whom I am speaking?" the youngest Doctor questioned.

"The Lord President, Rassilon, of course," responded the Imperial Guard next to him.

"Interesting, that's not what you looked like yesterday," the youngest Doctor commented.

"At the fault of that creature beside you," Rassilon snarled angrily.

"What?" gasped the Pinstriped Doctor.

"That situation was your own fault," the oldest Doctor argued. "If you lot hadn't decided to involve the Master in all of this, then we wouldn't have been forced to stop you." He took the hand of his wife and squeezed it supportively.

"How about we talk about what's happening right now," the pinstriped Doctor interjected. "This weapon, the Moment, isn't quite as advertised."

"Indeed not," Rassilon smirked. "We knew that you could be lured to use it, given the right misinformation. The device is my own design. A way to move Gallifrey out of the Time Lock, away from the battles, leaving the Daleks and their allies trapped forever. You will be the one to make it happen, Doctor. But several versions of the same TARDIS are required for it to work."

"And why do you think that the Doctor would want to pull you out of this? Last I heard, you were planning to rip the Time Vortex apart, destroying everything else in the universe," the oldest Rose argued.

"The universe needs the Time Lords. The power of the Eye of Harmony is what ensures a stable web of time, but we would not expect you to understand that, child," Rassilon countered.

"Funny, because I've lived in this universe for three centuries now, without Gallifrey anywhere to be found. We seem to be doing just fine, thanks," Rose answered, getting surprised looks from the younger couple at the mention of her age.

"How dare you-" Rassilon began, glaring at Rose threateningly.

"Now, let me get this straight," the youngest Doctor interrupted, hoping to get back to the purpose of this trip. "The Moment takes everything in the Time Lock and puts it into a bubble universe, safely separate from the rest of existence. But you want me to use our three TARDISes to pull just Gallifrey out of it, while leaving the Daleks stuck here?"

"Precisely," the Imperial Guard beside Rassilon agreed.

"And what guarantee do we get that this war isn't just going to start all over again? That your overpowering egos won't decide to enact the Final Sanction anyway? I've almost come to terms with what I believed I had already done to Gallifrey and everyone on it, I am not going to abandon the hearts wrenching decisions that I already made. I would love to give all of you the chance to prove to me that you could actually change, but there isn't time for that with the Daleks outside. And I will not risk the safety of the rest of the universe," the oldest Doctor told them.

"Then all of you will perish here. Starting with this Abomination," Rassilon announced, nodding to the Imperial Guard, who immediately fired on the oldest version of Rose.

"No!" the oldest Doctor screamed and pulled her up into his arms before she could hit the floor. The other Doctors and Clara crowded around them protectively as they all began to back out of the room.

"Do not let them escape," Rassilon ordered, all of the guards advancing ominously.

"We've got to get her to the TARDIS," the oldest Doctor told the others.

"Only one on the planet is mine, but it's out in the wastelands," the youngest Doctor argued.

"Look, I don't know if it'll work or not, but I've been trying to build this, based on dad's original plans. I haven't tested it yet," Clara suggested, pulling a mostly completed vortex manipulator out of her pocket.

"Blasters and vortex manipulators? What else are you hiding in those pockets?" the oldest Doctor asked her, scanning the device with his sonic to check on its construction.

"Mum taught me to be prepared for anything, especially travelling with you two," she said with a smile.

"Ok, just adding a bit to the software so that we don't have to get everyone touching it, but keep close. Nice work, Clara," he praised, programming the device to take them where he remembered leaving the TARDIS. They would still need to retrieve the Moment, but he needed to get Rose back to the ship.

In a flash of white light, three Doctors, two Roses, Jamie, and Clara all disappeared from the High Council chambers and materialised just outside the TARDIS doors. Her paint was faded and dusty from the battles she'd been put through, but the Doctor in pinstripes and his Rose were used to that look. The ship not bothering to fix the paint until she changed with the next regeneration. The younger Rose quickly pulled out her key and opened the door to allow the oldest Doctor to carry the other Rose through to the medbay.