IN WHICH THE TARDIS APPEARS

Jack never believed in heaven or hell. He'd been there, done that. No such thing. No such place. No solace at the end of the light, just darkness. But if there was anything, anywhere, that he could describe as heaven, it was that sound. That wonderful yet wretched sound.

The old, unusual bell like an engine groaning. And now, it finally came. After all the praying and hoping, wishing and waiting. Maybe for once they could all believe that heaven was a place on Earth.

Rex and Esther were immediately at arms, guns raised and posed to shoot. Jack waved them down, but it wasn't as if the pair would listen to him. The CIA had guns trained at the slowly materializing police box. "Don't shoot," Jack ordered. Each word that came out of his mouth was bitten at the end. It was a plea.

A man stepped out and Jack's heart dropped. It was the man he was looking for, but not quite the man. "Doctor?" he ventured. The leather jacket-clad figure eyed him suspiciously. Jack knew the words on the man's mind –you're wrong. Instead, the alien opted for a more friendly, "Where am I?"

"Earth, 21st century. New Mexico, America to be specific."

"Must have entered in the wrong coordinate. I won't be a bother."

"Doctor!" The man froze. "That's your name isn't it?"

"People who get mixed up with me don't turn out well. Forget you ever saw me."

"A little too late for that," Jack laughed. "So this is before Rose isn't it? But after…" he trailed off. After the war. "I used to travel with you, in my timeline, in my past. And the Doctor I knew wouldn't doom a planet, not if he couldn't help it. My Doctor, Rose's Doctor, wouldn't give up."

NINE FIXES EVERYTHING, BUT SOMEHOW GIVES UP HIS MEMORIES FOR THE SAKE OF TIMELINES –EXPLAINS HIS BEHAIVIOR IN THE LONDON BLITZ WITH JACK. INCLUDES 11 WITH AMY/RORY. AMY'S THE ONE WHO HAD THE NECKLACE.

And so thus the world was saved and everything was set in its right motion, leaving behind another lone man with another lone adventure. When the police box disappeared from the corner of First and Amistad, it left behind memories. Memories forcibly ejected, like a CD from a stereo. And that man wandered all alone until he met the most remarkable woman and a not-really-captain.

For a moment there, that man thought he felt something. A prick, a headache, a small warning. Some flared in his mind at the familiarity as if something was echoing back through time. He ignored it though, even at the end of the universe. That wrongness he felt, he didn't understand it. And then came the End of Time. And he knew, he knew what he had to do.

So one day, after a long awaited honeymoon and many adventures of Christmas, the movement of that police box jolts his companions awake. Without a decent explanation, he sends his newlywed –not to him of course- ginger companion out onto the streets of America where she waits in the corner of a busy room while he waits right around the corner of the busy street.

There's been a necklace she's given away and the ginger watches carefully, making sure that pendant is found.

When she returns to that police box, she demands an explanation. Her husband, taking her hand, asks for one too. But the man just shakes his head and pulls around at the complex knobs and buttons of the console, shooing the couple out of the box and directs them to Cardiff Bay, telling them to bump into a woman with glasses and raven hair.

So now a man strolls into CIA headquarters. A young couple flanks him. The secretaries eye the trio with suspicion. The man's strange attire is enough to draw every eye to him. Flipping his fake badge once, the people immediately let them pass. "Diplomats from Britain," or so the word is passed on.

Instead of heading in the direction of the elevator, he takes himself to the storage rooms. Crates are piled wide and high, cataloged by use and date. In the back is a metal crate. It ought to be handed over to UNIT, but as the childish saying goes "finders keepers."

He's instantly surrounded by people with guns. Unnerved, the man opens the crate with a flick of his wrist. The device in his hand unlocks the clasps. He's aware that the guns are pressing closer. The young woman, a ginger woman, turns her head and eyes a raven-haired woman. The other woman looks astonished, seeing the girl who'd asked her intriguing questions during her mission in Cardiff.

"Can we have that necklace back?" the ginger woman asked. Her hand was held out in expectation to receive the chain. The other woman didn't move. She still had the gun trained at the three people. The red-head laughed a bit, or was it a giggle? No one could tell. "This you know 'secret government' stuff isn't really my thing, but we kinda need that back. It's alien, or so he says." She nods over to her right.

"Well it is," the man with the bowtie whispers harshly.

"Yeah, well it's his so we kind of need it back now." The woman smiled at the other woman. "Amy Pond and you are?"

"By order of the Central Intelligence Agency you are under arrest for breaking and entering into a secure government facility," the other woman replies.

"Her name's Esther," the bowtie man replies as he reaches into his inside jacket pocket. He pulls out a weird contraption. "And breaking and entering?" he laughs. "What did I break? Sonicing and entering. Totally different. Besides, they let me through in the first place."

The armed agents back away, holding their guns a bit lower. The man smiles. In his hand is just really an ordinary tool he uses every day. Makes his life a bit simpler. But it's a tool –although changed in appearance- that they all recognize. And they're suddenly afraid, very afraid. Terrified of what, who, this man really is. A man who could change his face, who has jurisdiction over all, who walks around like he owns the whole universe.

"By order of the Shadow Proclamation Article 29.8, Clause 4 'If a planet acquires technology of a Level 1 planet, they are liable for isolation of 100 years.' Sounds nasty, but that's the gist of it," the Doctor grimaced. "The exception of course, if it gets take away before anyone finds out. Consider it an apology. Now if you don't mind," he continued, glancing at his watch, "I've got to meet myself fifty-four thousand years from now on the other side of the universe. Any more questions?" The men were still aiming guns although Esther had held back, fingering the chain of the necklace she now wore. Gazing at the pendant more carefully, she realized that it gave off the faintest vibration.

"Tracker," she murmured.

"Not quite and we'll also be needing that back," the Time Lord said impatiently. Slowly, Esther forked over the necklace, receiving a strong glare from Rex. The Doctor surveyed the armed agents. "I don't really like guns," he stated frankly. Then, striding forward, he called, "Come along Ponds."

Might add a Turlough scene with the Doctor later.