Notes: And here is the last part of my version of Day of the Doctor! I hope you all liked the changes that I made to this story arc. I know several of you were very happy with the inclusion of Nine rather than the War Doctor. I really feel like it had to be Eight and Nine for my own mind. Nine was a new regen in "Rose," we know that because he was freshly looking at himself in her flat the day after he blew up Henrick's, but Eight earned his role in playing the most formative part in our modern Doctors. I have several more major changes planned for Time of the Doctor (not sure how recognizable it will even be compared to the original episode), but I might put an interlude chapter between... haven't decided yet.
Everyone followed to make sure that the older Rose would be alright before dealing with the Moment and the possible Time Lords that would be after them. The oldest Doctor placed her on the bed and the computers nearby immediately started to display her vital signs.
"There's been significant damage to her nervous system and her brain, but the energy from the TARDIS is healing her at an incredible speed," the bow tie wearing Doctor informed them.
On the screen above her head, they could see a golden light shining over the injured areas and spreading quickly as she was healed. The pinstriped Doctor peered at it closely, analysing the differences in the scans he had been running recently on his own Rose.
"It's changing her! That is not what her scans looked like yesterday," he argued.
"Is it dangerous? Will I be alright?" the younger Rose asked worriedly.
"Oh! Yes, yes, yes! This is even better! These are the changes she was talking about," the oldest Doctor cheered, confusing the others.
"Who was talking about?" Rose wondered.
"The Bad Wolf! I had a chance to talk to her a little while back while she was protecting you from being turned into a Cyberman," he began, earning himself horrified looks from his younger selves in the process. "She said that you would be able to call on her power to help when your mind was better able to process timelines without burning up. These structures here are not the way they look in a human, but they are very similar to those in a Gallifreyan. This is marvellous."
They all watched quietly as Rose continued to heal from the weapon used on her in the council chambers, but there was a lot more that needed doing.
"Right. Well, we need to get this ship back to the Moment and get it out of here before they find another way of using it without us. Close all of this off so that they can't just rip it wide open again, and get myself to wherever it is you remember waking up after the war," the youngest Doctor announced, breaking the silence.
Clara stayed in the medbay with her grandmother so that someone would be there when she woke and to watch the monitors for anything going wrong, but the TARDIS would likely also warn him in the console room if that were the case. The Doctors piloted the TARDIS to the shed where he had hidden with the device that started all of this mess and exited the ship to see how best to deal with it.
"Should we destroy it?" the pinstriped Doctor suggested.
"I don't think so. I think this box itself is the key to locking them away. Rassilon said that this is what makes the bubble universe, locking them inside. We just need to make sure that they don't have the combination to open the door again," the youngest Doctor replied.
"Then we lock it with your name," Rose insisted.
"Then even I couldn't open it, love. Not unless I was dying," the oldest Doctor argued.
"But I could. And were you really planning on opening it? There's no guarantee that Rassilon isn't still planning to rip the Time Vortex apart by enacting the Final Sanction," she countered.
"You're right. And it is a good plan. They might not even guess that's what I would use. Let's get this thing into the TARDIS and onto the other side of that portal," the youngest Doctor agreed.
They connected the device to the TARDIS console to analyse just how it worked. Rassilon had created it to work with his ship after all. They found the program that would pull only Gallifrey out of the Time Lock and avoided activating it, also finding the protocols that would lock the bubble universe away. By flying the ship physically through the time portal in the shed, the Moment turned in on itself and sealed the Time War in its own little universe. Rose whispered the Doctor's name into the controls to seal them there and as soon as she had completed the task, the box transformed into the painting 'No More.'
They travelled back to Elizabeth's time and snuck the painting into the palace to be stored with the others. The Doctor was careful not to be seen when he placed it there, because he was surely on her hit list now. Having closed that time loop rather neatly, they returned to the under gallery where the other two TARDISes were waiting.
Rose was awake again by the time they got back and gathered for tea around the future painting. They weren't quite sure what to do with this one, not wanting it to fall into the wrong hands now that they knew what it was.
"Where should I be heading now?" the youngest Doctor questioned, knowing that he would have to conceal the memories from all of this for now. They had already told him that they had thought pushing the button had destroyed Gallifrey completely.
"Ooh, uh, Southhampton, ninth of April, 1912," the pinstriped Doctor told him.
"Are you insane?! That's fixed!" the youngest Doctor shouted.
"Yes. Trust me. There's no point in telling you why or what you'll do, just trust me," he insisted.
With a sigh, he shook his head and stood to be on his way. He was stopped for a moment by the youngest Rose, who gave him a hug and kiss on the cheek. "Find me, Doctor," she told him and he smiled at her before disappearing to his ship. It wasn't the wide grin that she had loved so much from him, he was still a bit too broken from the war for that, but it was a promise that he would indeed find her to begin their fantastic life together.
"We should be off as well," the next youngest Doctor announced. He approached the older version of his wife for a moment and placed his hand on her cheek. She closed her eyes and smiled at the familiar touch. It had been centuries since she'd seen this version of her husband, but this was the one she married and promised her forever. "I can't tell you how happy I am to know that you'll really be with me for the rest of my lives, love."
"I know, Doctor. And while you'll have to forget this for now, you don't have to worry about River Song. She's just fine," she assured him, knowing that it was something that had bothered him since before she came back.
"What's this about mum?" Clara interrupted.
"Mum?" the younger Doctor asked.
Rose laughed at the confused look on his face before explaining, "She's Jamie's wife."
"Oh. Right, well, time to go. Memories to adjust, and all that. Give that mum of yours a kiss for me Clara, I owe her my life," he responded and pulled his wife into the TARDIS to continue their journey.
The remaining Doctor, Rose, and Clara sat on the bench quietly for a few moments, contemplating everything that had happened. They would likely have to deal with this painting and Gallifrey again at some point, but for now, the universe was safe.
"Oh, I meant to tell you, granddad, the curator wanted to speak with you," Clara told him before taking all of the tea cups back into the TARDIS.
"I could be a curator. I'd be a great curator," the Doctor commented.
"You'd be bored in ten minutes, love," Rose told him as she watched a vaguely familiar face approach them. She knew the minute they had originally entered the under gallery that this was the TARDIS, but She had warned Rose not to reveal it earlier. "You're the Doctor, aren't you?"
Her current Doctor looked at her confusedly before taking in the new man. His face looked very old, but was clearly similar to that of his fourth incarnation.
"Hello, gorgeous. Observant as ever," he greeted her.
"Where is..?" the younger Doctor asked.
"Oh, busy with the children, I should think. She said there were enough versions of herself around to keep us in line," he replied, knowing that his younger self was worried about whether Rose was still with him.
"And what do we do about Gallifrey?" he questioned, hoping for a little guidance.
"The only way to open it, is with your name, and there are only the two of you who know it. The time will come to deal with that. You won't need to go looking for it," he assured them.
"Are you the next one?" Rose wondered.
"You know better than to ask that, my love. Though I might be further along than you think," he said with a wink.
"What do we do with the painting?" the younger Doctor asked.
"Oh, no need to worry about that. I know just what to do with it. Now, you'd best be off, there's a whole universe out there to explore," the other Doctor told them as he walked back the way he came.
"Quite right. Where shall we take our brilliant granddaughter next, my love?" her husband questioned, taking Rose's arm.
"Well, we could let her choose, or use the randomizer. Or you and I could go and work on some of those children that he just mentioned," Rose teased with her tongue between her teeth.
"Another fantastic idea, my dearest Rose," he agreed and surprised her by picking her up and carrying her the rest of the way into the ship.
