A/N: Guys, I am SO sorry! It's really been forever since I last posted a chapter, real life just got insanely busy for a bit. I'm hoping that I can be a little more regular about updating now that this have settled down somewhat.

I'd love to hear what you think!

Chapter 7 - All

"It's you." Rose has never felt such profound relief as she does when she recognizes the eyes of the Doctor, even if he isn't her Doctor. There's a longing in his eyes when she recognizes him, a sadness that takes her breath away.

Unable to stop herself, Rose throws her arms around his neck. He is proof that the Doctor survives this ordeal; someway, somehow, even if he regenerates before they're safe and sound, he survives. The Doctor staggers a little under the force of her embrace, and for a moment he's paralyzed. Then he crushes her to him in a hug so tight Rose thinks she may break.

"How did you find us?" Rose asks, pulling herself away just enough to look this new Doctor in the eyes. A movement over his shoulder draws her attention and Rose sees a young, dark haired girl standing by the door.

"Rose, I think…"

"Nevermind," she says, waving her hand. "We've got to find…you. My you. They're hurting him. Wait, how do you not remember this? Hasn't it already happened for you?"

"Well, yes, but there are measures that I'll probably take later to make sure I don't remember anything until I'm supposed to…"

"You've got as big a gob as ever, I see," Rose teases, her tongue poking between her teeth. The Doctor smiles brightly.

"I'll see what I can find out about…me. You stay here with Clara. Oh, right, I haven't introduced you yet. Clara, Rose. Rose, Clara." The Doctor turns to leave, gesturing Clara forward with a motion meant to tell her it's safe. Then he turns back to Rose and points at her. "Don't wander off!"

"Oi!" Rose is laughing as he slips out the door.

The room is silent for a moment when the Doctor leaves. Rose studies the girl by the door. She can't be older than her early twenties, and she's got wide, trusting eyes. She's cute too. Rose feels a familiarity to her, like someone you know is family but you've never met.

"Clara, right?" Rose asks. Clara comes forward, closer to Rose, and the familiar feeling gets stronger. The singing in her head, which faded to a dull buzz when the Doctor came in, rises in affirmation.

"Hi," Clara says, offering her hand. Rose shakes it.

Holding on to Clara's hand, Rose tries to call up the memories of Bad Wolf. She knows now that's what the commandos saw, that some part of it still lives inside of her. The memories from Satellite Five came rushing back when she unleashed Bad Wolf, but they're fading quickly. Closing her eyes, concentrating on Clara, Rose begs for the memory.

It hits her in an instant. Seeking the timelines and knowing she would not be with the Doctor forever; seeing only pain and death in his future, without her there by his side. She remembers the sorrow, so overwhelming it nearly brought her to her knees. She saw only one solution; someone made for the Doctor, made to save the Doctor when she couldn't. And she saw a leaf.

With a ragged gasp, Rose tears her hand from Clara's.

"What?" Clara asks, her eyes wide with alarm. Rose shakes her head. She feels an overwhelming urge to protect Clara, like a mother bear with her cubs, and she knows instinctively that part of protecting Clara means telling her nothing of her tie to Bad Wolf.

"Nothing, sorry. Bit of leftover…stuff, in my head. The singing, it's so loud, it's distracting sometimes."

Clara nods, her eye on the door, waiting for the Doctor to come back. Then she turns her assessing eyes on Rose.

"The Doctor said you didn't know him yet, was that because of the…stuff?" Clara asks, gesturing vaguely at her head.

"No. I've never seen this version of him before. My first Doctor was all black leather and blue eyes, and my Doctor now is just sort of…brown. Lots of pinstripes. And rude. Rude and not ginger." Rose bites on her lip to stop herself from rambling. The ebb of her power makes her feel shaky, like a junky needing a fix, and she talks to cover it.

"What do you mean, your first Doctor and your Doctor now? And neither of those are the same as…my Doctor?"

Rose could smack herself. And the Doctor. Both of them. After her reaction to the Doctor's regeneration, she was certain he would never again go a single day without at least warning companions that it could happen. Apparently, he's as daft as he ever was.

"They're all the same…mostly. Same man, different face. It's this trick Time Lords have, a way of cheating death. It's called regeneration."

The word triggers Clara's memory of the Doctor's ramblings after he was poisoned by the Klaxor venom. He'd said it was too fast acting for regeneration to work. So that's what he'd meant by that.

"And you've never met…mine?" Clara asks. It's so confusing, differentiating the two.

"Nope. Must be a future regeneration."

"What time are you from?" Clara asks. Rose is dressed like a millennial, there can't be that many years between them. "I'm from…"

"Stop!" Rose shouts, throwing up her hands. Clara's words die in her throat.

"Aren't you curious? I know I am," Clara says. Rose shakes her head.

"There's a whole thing about timelines. Plus, what year you're from doesn't necessarily tell me anything about how far removed from my Doctor your Doctor is, or if I travel with your Doctor in my future. He could travel for thousands of years between us, or he could pick you up the day after…I'm gone." Rose says. Clara hears the waver in her voice.

"Don't you want to know what happened? Why you don't travel with him anymore?" Clara isn't sure she would be able to stand the suspense, faced with someone who could tell her the future. Rose is adamant though, and shakes her head again. She sighs, scrubbing her hand over her face.

"The way he looked at me when I recognized him…there's only one reason I've seen that look in his eyes and I can guess what it means. I'm either dead or lost forever and I don't need to know which it is."

Clara has only known Rose for five minutes and yet she wants to hug her, to comfort her. To be faced with such a bleak future, even without the details…Clara can't imagine it.

The door to the lab beeps and Rose skitters back a few steps before the Doctor slips in. Both Clara and Rose breathe a heavy sigh of relief.

"Hello," the Doctor says, smiling at both women.

"Hello," Rose says. "Is he…you, still there?"

"He is. I think we can get him out, but…he's in a bad way, Rose. It isn't going to be easy. I'll send you and Clara back to…"

"Don't even think about it," Rose growls, her eyes flashing gold once again. Clara watches as the Doctor stumbles back and hides a smile. Rose is fierce. "I want to see him."

"Rose, we can't waste…"

"I. Want. To. See. Him." The Doctor sighs, looking so much older to Clara in that instant she wonders how old he actually is.

"Alright. Come on."

The Doctor takes her by the arm and readies his psychic paper. Clara follows behind, closely, ready to run if they need to. A flash of the psychic paper tells the guards that the Doctor wants to test Rose's powers one more time, and they're let into a second lab without much fanfare.

Before the door closes fully, Rose is running. Clara's eyes follow her path to a padded table, and the bruised and bloodied man atop it. She sucks in a breath. It's one thing to hear that there's another Doctor and another thing to see it.

Rose fairly collapses on top of her Doctor, and before Clara's eyes they both begin to glow. Golden light seeps from Rose into the Doctor, healing each cut and bruise. The same singing Clara heard before fills the room, though she somehow knows the guards outside would never hear it even if they were here.

The Doctor on the table sucks in a ragged gasp, and shoots up, his eyes wild until they land on Rose.

"Hello," he says, grinning widely. It is so like and unlike Clara's Doctor, it takes her breath away.

"Hello," Rose echoes. And then she kisses him. Not a peck on the cheek like Clara and her Doctor have so often exchanged, but a full on snog with teeth and tongues, so full of relief and passion Clara feels uncomfortable watching it.

The Doctor buries his hands in Rose's hair and Clara has to turn away. She can actually feel her heart breaking inside of her chest, one small crack that grows and grows until her heart is shattering into a million pieces. She didn't realize what he meant before, when her Doctor called Rose "love." Lots of blokes toss that term of endearment around. She should have known the Doctor isn't lots of blokes.

How could she have been so blind? He can't possibly love her, not when this earlier version of him is snogging Rose like she's life itself. All the more reason for her to leave once they've safely escaped.

Her Doctor clears his throat and tugs at his bowtie.

"Best be on our way, then," he says, a little too loudly. Rose and her Doctor part slowly, their kisses trickling off like rain.

"Right, yes. Allons-y!" Rose giggles as her Doctor leaps from the table, good as new. He holds out a hand to Rose and wiggles his fingers.

"How are we going to get out with all those bloody bastards out there?" Rose asks. Clara turns towards the door, more in an effort to hide her tears than anything else. "Psychic paper?"

"Perception filter!" Clara's Doctor cries, digging into his pockets. He produces two cuffs that look like thin metal bangles and hands them to Rose and her Doctor. "Won't work forever, but should be enough to at least get us past the guards."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Clara asks. She's eager to be away from this place, so that she can lick her wounds in private.

The four of them leave the lab, Clara and her Doctor swaggering past the guards like they have nothing to worry about, Rose and her Doctor carefully dodging bodies so they'll remain unseen. In the stairwell, Rose and her Doctor ditch the perception filters, and they work their way up to where Clara and her Doctor stashed the TARDIS.

Halfway there, the alarm sounds. Lights dim and flashing red lights line the corridor as a wailing siren threatens to deafen them.

"Attention please, this is Mr. Devlin speaking. The building has been placed on lockdown. We have received credible information that the Summit is under alien attack. Please, stay where you are and remain calm. We are working quickly to neutralize the threat and ensure the safety of all Summit attendees."

The Doctors turn in unison to Rose and Clara.

"Run!"

The pinstripe Doctor takes the lead, pulling Rose along behind him, Clara behind her. Clara's Doctor brings up the rear as they tear through the maze of hallways and stairways. They can hear the guards shouting to each other, organizing the hunt.

The guards catch up quickly.

"Come on, come on!" Rose's Doctor shouts, putting on a burst of speed. Clara can see the exit, just a few hundred feet ahead. Hope bursts in her chest. They're so close.

Gunshots echo like bombs. The two companions duck, trying to avoid bullets, and Clara thinks they've safely escaped harm until she hears the distinct wet impact of a bullet hitting flesh and bone. Then another. And another.

Her Doctor cries out.

Clara turns just in time to see her Doctor fall to his knees, three spots of dark red blooming fast across his torso, one perilously close to his heart.

"Doctor!"