Notes: Sorry for the delay. I've gotten the help of Vampiyaa to edit these while thedoctormulder is without internet access. This story arc will be the end of "The Mystery Girl" though likely not the end of the Family Timelines series. I do love Twelve after all. I hope you like the changes that I've made. Please comment and let me know.

"My Lady, word from our sources in the High Council," the man reported as he burst into Romanadvoratrelundar's office.

"Yes, what is it?" she asked eagerly.

"Apparently, three versions of the Doctor, a young lady, two of the same woman at different points in her timeline, and an infant, all came to face Rassilon regarding the Moment," he told her. "Rassilon claimed that it was the woman who had stopped the attempt to break out of the time lock with the Master. He tried to kill her, but it is unclear whether he was successful, as the group teleported out of the council chambers immediately."

"The other Doctors were not recognized regenerations of his from the past?" Romana questioned.

"No, my Lady."

"Then we must presume that they are versions from after the war. We can only hope that he has managed to find a way to stop all of this madness," she replied.

"He has," sounded another voice as she entered the room. "And if we are going to help him save the universe from the madness of Rassilon, then he may need our help."

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"Alright, love, they're all here. Daleks, Sontarans, Terileptils, Raxacoricofallipatorians. And they're not even fighting, they're just parked. Why?" Rose asked her husband as she looked worriedly at the monitor.

"This message. A message that I can't even translate. It's being transmitted throughout the entire universe. So, why are they here if they don't understand it?" he wondered, also confused by their current situation.

"Well, to be fair, we're here," she replied.

"Well, you know, I'm OCD. What's their excuse? What does this message mean?" he asked rhetorically, focussing on the signal again to try and decipher its meaning.

Rose's mobile started ringing and she stepped away from the console so that her discussion wouldn't disturb her husband's concentration. "Hello?"

"Gran, help. Christmas dinner. Me cooking," Clara pleaded curtly through the phone.

"Umm, ok. Has the rest of the family warned you about my cooking at all? I might not be the best person to call about this, yeah?" Rose responded.

"I just need you two to come for Christmas dinner. Just do that for me. Come to Christmas dinner," Clara pleaded.

"Well, we are a bit busy with something at the moment, dear," Rose argued, watching as the Doctor ran around the console. It looked like another ship had just entered orbit around the strange planet and he was trying to establish who they were without just jumping on board and getting himself killed.

"Well, can't we do both?" she asked.

"Fine. We'll come and get you, take care of this, then go back and celebrate Christmas with everyone. Alright?" Rose told her.

"Yes! Thank you, see you soon," Clara sighed and ended the call.

"Looks like we need to make a quick stop on Earth to pick up our companion, Doctor," Rose told him, interrupting his current scans.

"Eh? What?" he asked distractedly.

"Clara. She needs us for something. I said we'd pick her up, bring her to help us take care of this, then go back to whatever her problem on Earth is," Rose informed him.

"Sure. Yes, another set of eyes is just what we need," he agreed and they worked together to pilot the TARDIS to the Tyler home in Cardiff. It was where their little group from Torchwood all gathered to celebrate the major holidays and such.

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"How's the turkey doing, sweetheart?" Jackie called from the sitting room.

"Great. Yeah, yeah, it's doing great. Well, dead and decapitated, but that's Christmas when you're a turkey," Clara told her, blocking anyone else from entering the kitchen.

"You sure you don't want any help in there?" Donna asked her, recognizing the slight look of panic on the young girl's face.

"Me? No! No, I'm fine really. Everything is just fine," she assured them.

Clara went back into the kitchen and shut the door behind her, closing her eyes as she considered all of her options for dealing with the fact that she had no idea how to make a human Christmas dinner after promising to take charge of the whole thing for her family.

"You know, you're a rotten liar," Jack told her, leaning against the cabinets by the oven.

"Uncle Jack!" she gasped. "You nearly scared me to death!"

"Well, it's a good thing you can regenerate then," he teased. "Now, why aren't you letting them help you with this? I can help, if you'll let me."

"No. I said I would do this. I want to do this for all of you. I just, haven't quite figured out exactly how I got it wrong," she admitted, gesturing to the oven.

Jack opened the door and saw that the turkey inside was nowhere near as cooked as it should be at this point and checked the settings on the appliance. She clearly had the temperature set far too low, but dinner was supposed to be ready any time now.

"Well, given the current situation, I'd say what you need is a time machine," he told her with a smile.

"Yes, thank you, I realize that. I have one on the way," she pouted.

They both smiled when they heard the TARDIS materializing outside and, when Clara grabbed the pan with the turkey in it and headed for the door, Jack followed her down to meet them.

"Oh, Clara, that's rivalling even my cooking ineptitude," Rose told her as she looked at the fairly raw bird in the pan she was carrying.

"I don't know, Rosie, I've tried your shepherd's pie," Jack argued.

"Now, Jack, I cannot stand by and allow you to insult my wife like that," the Doctor told him.

"Are you going to say you like her cooking?" he challenged.

"Don't- don't do that. My wife does amazing things in the kitchen! With... tea and... things," he insisted, trying not to lie while defending his wife's honour.

"What's wrong? Do you think it's not done yet?" Clara interrupted, hoping to get back to fixing her problem.

"I think a decent vet would give it an even chance," the Doctor assessed.

"Come on, Clara, I know just the thing," Rose told her and brought her inside the TARDIS.

In the TARDIS kitchen, Rose had learned centuries ago just how marvellous their time ship was for things like this. If their beloved ship didn't help with the cooking, the Doctor and Rose would both likely starve. Rose had never been any good at cooking and the Doctor could never be bothered to stop and pay attention to anything in there long enough not to burn it.

"Here we are. We'll put it in the oven here and let the TARDIS take care of it. While that's going, you two can come and help us with a little problem we've got. We'll be back in plenty of time for dinner with the family," Rose assured them.

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The Doctor and Rose flew the TARDIS back to the planet they had just left. It was surrounded by hundreds of ships now and they were reminded, fearfully, of the Pandorica. Whatever was happening, it was big.

"So what exactly is the situation?" Jack asked them.

"There's a message being broadcast to the entire universe from here. We can't translate it, but for some reason, just about every dangerous alien you can think of is here because of it. Something is happening here, we just don't know what," Rose explained.

Jack looked at the monitor to see the current scans. "Yikes. They're all here. Daleks, Cybermen, Sontarans, a bunch I don't even recognize," he cringed.

An alert sounded, drawing the attention of the Doctor to the TARDIS' analysis of the signal. He dashed over to the controls to look at what his ship had found.

"There's a secondary signal beneath the main one. The TARDIS has found a pattern embedded inside of it. It's like a standard Gallifreyan decoding key for transmissions, so only other Time Lords could read what was sent. Problem is, if I decode the secondary message, it'll also decode the main one for everybody out there," the Doctor told them.

"No, that's silly. You don't have to run it on the main transmission. Record the looped transmission, isolate it in the computer here, and then translate it," Clara argued.

"Brilliant, Clara. Best to keep as much of this to ourselves as possible," Rose agreed and started isolating their copy of the message.

The Doctor ran the sequence over the two messages and they were heard loudly in the console room.

"Doctor, this is Romana. We have gathered a small resistance force to assist you as much as we can. Rassilon knows that you must have chosen your name as the key to unlock the Moment. Only you and your mother are left that know it. She is safe with us for now, but I worry that she may take drastic measures if she is captured. Rassilon plans to try and ally himself with your enemies to get the information he needs. The war has driven half of Gallifrey completely mad. I've embedded in this message, our location on Gallifrey in your favourite code from when we travelled together and the frequency to contact us."

"Guessing that was the secondary message. What's the main one say?" Rose wondered.

The Doctor flicked another switch and the words, "Doctor who?" echoed through the room on a loop.

"What planet is this?" Clara questioned.

"We've been trying to figure that out, but it's been shielded. The TARDIS doesn't have the official name on record," Rose told her.

Clara looked at the coordinates in the computer and realized that she recognized the spatial coordinates. The time was vastly different, but they had definitely been to this planet before.

"That's Trenzalore," she whispered.

"What?" the Doctor asked suddenly.

"The coordinates. Look at the spatial coordinates and compare them to when you came to rescue us from the Great Intelligence. That planet down there is Trenzalore," Clara insisted.

"But. Oh my god, Doctor," Rose gasped, her eyes filling with tears as she considered just what this might mean.

"No, Rose. No. Time can be rewritten. Just by knowing that this planet could be our grave could change things. You and I have so much more to do," he assured her.

"But Doctor, doesn't knowing a future event make it fixed?" Jack argued, not really wanting it to be true, but falling back on his training as a time agent.

"Sometimes. But we don't really know the event, or the time involved. It doesn't have to be now," the Doctor countered, hugging his wife tightly to his chest.

"Ok, so your friend's message said that they're trying to recruit all the baddies out there to help them get your name so they can get out, right? Then why would they encrypt it in such a way that none of them would understand it?" Jack wondered, trying to get back to the main problem.

"Good question. And why would they all come here just because of some message they don't understand?" Clara agreed.

Their discussion was interrupted by another transmission. This one was coming from one of the ships in orbit, inviting them aboard.

"Who are they?" Clara asked.

"Papal Mainframe. It's like a great big flying church. The first ship to arrive. They are the ones who shielded the planet. They can get us down there," the Doctor told her as he typed in a reply.

"Oh, not Tasha," Rose groaned.

"A friend of yours?" Clara questioned, worried by her grandmother's response.

"Tasha Lem, the Mother Superious. Don't worry, my love, no one could steal my hearts from you," he replied, kissing Rose's hand in assurance.

"Wait a minute, Doctor. Isn't it the rule that we have to be naked in church?" Jack asked with a smirk.

"Stop it. They got rid of that rule years ago, not that I'd care about their rules anyway. You just want an excuse to take your clothes off," he chastised before piloting the ship onto the the Papal Mainframe.

They walked together through the corridors toward the main reception area where Tasha awaited them. The Doctor kept a hold of Rose's arm, knowing that Tasha's flirting always irritated her.

"So, this is a church?" Clara questioned.

"The Church of the Papal Mainframe, security hub of the known universe," the Doctor explained.

"A security church?" she asked confusedly. All of the churches she was familiar with had to do with worshipping various gods or goddesses, recruiting people, collecting offerings, etc.

"Yep. Keeping you safe in this world and the next. I venerate the exaltation of the Mother Superious," the Doctor announced and bowed to the woman in front of them.

Rose and Jack bowed as well, so Clara followed suit. The colonel beside the Mother Superious greeted them formally, "Welcome to the Church of the Papal Mainframe."

"Hey, babes," Tasha said to the Doctor, earning herself a glare from Rose.

"Yeah, you can cut it out now, Tasha," Rose snapped.

"Ah, Rose, you're looking well. And who else have you brought along?" she asked, eyeing Jack appreciatively.

"Captain Jack Harkness at your service, Mother Superious," Jack told her with his million dollar smile.

"And this is our granddaughter, Clara Tyler," the Doctor added. "Clara, this is Tasha Lem, the Head of the Church of the Papal Mainframe."

"We'll go to my chapel. All honours in place, no sacrifices required," Tasha told them.

"You shielded the planet, but you could sneak me down there, couldn't you, Tash?" the Doctor requested.

"I would have conditions," she replied and turned to the others. "I have confidential matters to discuss with the Doctor. Would you excuse us?"

"Anything you have to say to me, you can say in front of my family. Well, quite a lot of it. Rose for sure, the others, well probably about half. Maybe a smidge under. Actually, Clara, Jack, would you mind waiting out here, please?"

"Sure, Doc. I'll keep an eye on her," Jack assured him.

The Doctor and Rose followed Tasha into what looked more like a bedroom than a chapel, but Rose was expecting it from their previous encounters with the woman. She knew they were happily married, but never ceased in pursuing him. Rose guessed that she probably would be happy with a threesome, but Rose and the Doctor had no interest in sharing.

"That message is transmitting through all of space and time. What did it make you feel?" Tasha asked.

"Feel?" the Doctor wondered.

"Every sentient being in the universe who detected that signal felt something. Something overpowering," she told them.

"Doubt you'd hear that from the Cybermen out there. I didn't feel anything different from our usual excitement about a mystery," Rose answered.

"What did they feel?" he asked.

"Fear. Pure, unadulterated dread."

"That's why they all came here? Even though none of them know what it says?" Rose deduced.

"Right. Where's it coming from precisely?" the Doctor asked.

"It's a settlement. Human colony, level two. A farm, basically."

"Right. Anyone been for a look?" he questioned.

"Any one ship lands, the rest will follow. There will be bloodshed. Fortunately we got here first, shielded the planet. We maintain the truce by blocking all of them," Tasha told them.

"Daleks, Cybermen, one of that lot, could break through your defences," the Doctor argued, knowing that while the Church was security for the universe, their technology wasn't above the nastiest creatures he had met.

"Perhaps. But they're afraid, remember? Nobody wants to go first."

"We do."

"I was counting on it," Tasha said with a smirk.

The Doctor and Rose left Tasha's private chapel and rejoined Clara and Jack. Clara seemed a bit shaken, but Jack had an arm around her in support.

"Are you okay?" the Doctor asked worriedly.

"Fine. Yeah, fine. Sorry," Clara mumbled.

"We bumped into a few unexpected aliens hanging around," Jack explained, squeezing Clara's shoulder.

"Right. This is my personal teleport. I can put you down just outside the town. Find the source of the message and report back to me in one hour. And on your life, Doctor, you will cause no trouble down there," Tasha told them.

"When do I? Don't answer that," the Doctor responded.

"Why can't we take the TARDIS?" Rose questioned.

"If any of those other ships detect a vessel down there, they'll all attack. As you've already pointed out, we can't stop them all," she replied.

The four time travellers all crammed into the small teleport cubicle.

"Remember. I want you back in one hour," Tasha insisted before activating the teleport.

They found themselves standing in the snow and started to make their way towards the lights of the nearby settlement. Given the new information that they got from Tasha, they needed to make a plan.

"So, we know that this is somehow Rassilon, trying to break out of the bubble universe created by the Moment. Romana has your mother protected for now and if we can find a way, we should try to save her little group before closing this off once and for all," Rose summarized.

"Sounds good to me," Jack commented.

"It still doesn't explain why the message is being transmitted in a code that only you would be able to translate, granddad," Clara added.

"Actually, I had a thought about that," Rose interjected.

"You are on fire today, Rose Tyler! What's your theory?" the Doctor wondered.

"Tasha said that the message made everyone really afraid, yeah? So they all gathered together to deal with it somehow. Thing is, the Time Lords knew that you'd come to figure it out too, and they want you here so that the others can attack you and get the information that Rassilon wants. It's the bait for us and the enemies that he wants to ally with," Rose deducted.

"That's brilliant, Rosie! Now what do we do about all this?" Jack asked them.

"First things first, we need to bring the TARDIS down," the Doctor said.

"You can't fly it remotely," Clara argued.

"Not exactly, but I've been working on calling her to me. Knowing that my life might depend on getting to her quickly, we've prioritized being able to retrieve her from say, the centre of a planet that she's fallen into, or from a spaceship where they've tried to keep her," Rose explained and her eyes glowed gold for a moment before the sound of the TARDIS materializing sounded beside them. "It's not really flying her, so much as calling to her and pulling her to me through the link between us. And it only works when she's nearby."

"Perfect! Rose, you are amazing," the Doctor beamed and dashed inside to do some scans closer to the source of the message.

The TARDIS computers were able to pinpoint the location of the breach between the universes and allowed them to set up communications with Gallifrey. The Doctor chose to contact Romana first, as she would have more current information about the situation.

"Romana, this is the Doctor. Don't suppose that genius brain of yours has a plan?" he asked hopefully.

"Doctor! Our information on your status is minimal. Were you able to save your companion after your encounter with Rassilon?" Romana responded, a grainy image of her appearing on the monitor.

"Ah, yes. Romana, I'd like you to meet my wife, Rose Tyler, alive and well," he told her, pulling Rose next to him so that his old friend could see her.

"Your wife? I'd say congratulations are in order, except that it means we have one more person who possesses the information that Rassilon needs, correct?" she presumed.

"Well, yes, but it shouldn't be a problem. It was at her suggestion actually that we use my name, since we're the only two in this universe that know it. But, I'm not terribly worried about anyone finding that out. What we do need to work on is (A) getting you lot out of there and safely over here before (B) we close off Gallifrey from this universe for good. So, plans, do we have any?" the Doctor told her.

"You said there was a breach near here between the two, Doctor. Is there some way to travel through it without busting it open?" Jack suggested.

"A good thought. How many are in your little gang there, Romana?" the Doctor questioned.

"Only fifteen in total. Myself, your mother, Braxiatel, Andred, and Leela, along with ten of the Imperial Guard whose loyalties lie with us rather than Rassilon. I trust them all implicitly, Doctor," she informed them.

"Ok, so we need to find a way to get them through the breach and onto this side. Once we've done that, what do we do about Gallifrey? We have to close that crack. It's already been centuries since the war for you, love. We can't do this forever," Rose interjected.

"Centuries?" Romana gasped.

"Right you are, Rose. I have a theory, but I'll need your team to get something from the archives for me, Romana. Do you know where to find the Hand of Omega?" the Doctor asked.