Part Two:

The next few days were of quiet, peaceful companionship between the Doctor and Rose. They were hardly ever separate, visits to the loo being the only time they were really, as they were still reeling from their long separation. Even while she slept, silly human she was, he sat at her bedside if not laid beside her, always in contact as if he was afraid that if he took his eyes, his hands off her she'd disappear.

She reciprocated eagerly, matching him touch for touch. It was a bit difficult; she was still half expecting to feel his suit, his tie, cotton, and such but she was adapting much quicker than the first time around. Wool was not much different than cotton, not a big as a difference between well-worn leather, soft and smooth, and cotton, soft but sort of rough. His new chin, well, new to her at least, was a danger though; already she had given herself a concussion on his chin alone.

His hands were even rougher than either of the previous Doctors she had known, his fingers spindly and long.

He was also seemingly taller than her first Doctor, but shorter than her second, and so towered over her still. He had to lean down, a lot, and she had to stand on her toes, to kiss her, although after the first few times he hand taken to wrapping his arms around her, hands cupping her bum, and lifting her. That she had to wrap her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, for stability of course, was a happy result.

However, for all their snogging, they had yet to take the final, all important step. But the Doctor was determined to change that. Today was the day that he would completely seduce one Rose Tyler, take her to his bed, figuratively speaking because he wasn't sure they'd make it to a bed yet alone his bed, and have his wicked, wicked way with her, perhaps even being able to bond with her telepathically. If he was lucky, very very lucky.

Humans weren't quite equipped for such a connection, especially twenty-first century pure humans, but Rose was so much more than an ordinary human; she had taken in the Vortex, became the big Bad Wolf, The Moment (or rather The Moment became her, he still wasn't quite sure what exactly had occurred there), jumped Universes, and had enough compassion and empathy within her for even a lost, lonely, fearful Dalek. She had gone toe to toe with him when he was at his worst and she had never backed down even while he was half-crazed and waving a gun at her and that damned, lonely Dalek.

If any pure human could ever hope to handle bonding with a pure Time Lord, he was certain Rose would be it.

So, he had a whole day planned out; and he had prepared the night before, temporarily (the effects would last two weeks at least) sterilizing himself because even through the event of them being genetically compatible enough for conception to occur was a near impossibility, Rose was very jeopardy friendly and his luck was absolutely bipolar so they'd probably beat the odds on their first go. And while that may not necessarily be a bad thing, hybrid pregnancies were very tough for the gestating partner and he refused to turn Rose into a broodmare for new Time Lords anyway.

The next morning, he put his plan into action, starting with breakfast in bed, her favorite, Lua fruit pancakes, a nice tall glass of nicely chilled Choco fruit juice, and a sweet pastry for dessert. Then, then he took her to the planet Recreation, which, as the name implies, was a resort planet with continents acting as different zones for different demographics. There, they relaxed and had fun, goofing around in a way that made the Doctor feel millennia younger and much saner.

For lunch, they returned to the very restaurant where they had shared their first meal together and shared that same meal again. After that, he finally managed to hit Barcelona, the planet, not the city. There, there was a great festival happening, with music and lights and dancing and costumes and fireworks.

They wandered lazily, sampling local delicacies and chatting with the natives happily. Then, as night fell, the festival really started. It was a festival of sensuality and sexuality, celebrating love and lust and life. The music, which would have not been out of place at Carnaval in Belize, South America, Earth, was heated, fast and upbeat.

They danced and they were in perfect tempo with each other, moving teasingly against each other, nothing crude or explicit, but hinting at actual dancing. One might wonder how the usually clumsy Doctor, who often seemed in constant surprise at his own long limbs, could move so smoothly but he was only uncoordinated when he wasn't truly focusing on his movements. A hard thing to do with a brain as big and full as a Time Lord's.

But now, now, he had laser sharp focus and he was graceful. Confident.

The music around them began to deepen, quicken, like a single, strong heartbeat pumping blood throughout an aroused body. Spirits began to flow freely as families left, children going home to bed. Sweet Daemonum Wine, harsh, Angelici Rum.

Of course, Rose wasn't allowed to try those; her poor liver would give out after just one shot of either, but he had prepared. Red Wine from the fifteen hundreds; well, it was actually from the future, made using classical techniques then brought back to the fifteen hundreds, buried one second out of sync with the rest of time in a cathedral basement, and aged for five hundred years. He had started it way back in his Ninth Incarnation but never got the chance to retrieve it. Tenth him had had the thought of fetching it but he never quite had the time. Once he lost…well, there was never really any reason to grab it. This him was content to lock away the memory, as it was still painful, but now, now he had a reason again. The reason he started the whole thing really.

So he took her to a quiet place, near the festival where the music was still audible, in a park, and spread a soft, checkered blanket.

He had packed a picnic dinner, all her favorites, and they settled in to eat and watch the firework show.

They were stretched out; he had poured her a glass of the wine, when she turned to him, smiling and looking at him with a knowing eye, and asked, "What exactly are you up to, Doctor?"

He grinned wolfishly, "Why, I am trying to seduce you, Miss Tyler," he admitted with a deep chuckle, something that seemingly was at odds with his thin form.

"Ah, I see." She nodded, "well, it's working." She drained her wine and stood up, pulling him along. She leaned up on her tiptoes, forcing his head down to her. She kissed him deeply, before looking up into his eyes and breathing across his lips, "Catch me if you can."

Then she took off, leaving him stunned. He was frozen before his brain caught up and then was off, racing after her with all his speed.

She led him on a merry chase, through the festival. As people were more likely to part ways for a pretty blonde woman than for geeky looking man, she retained her head start with ease. They broke through the crowd and he gained on her but she made it to the TARDIS first.

Barely stopping, he threw them back into the Vortex then followed her.

Part Three:

When Rose woke up the next morning, she stretched out languidly, content, and yawning. Her eyes blinking, she realized he was watching her. He was still stretched out beside her, propped up on his elbow as his green eyes stared at her as if he was memorizing her and then mentally taking her apart to see what made her tick.

While any other woman, or man for that matter, may have found that completely creepy, she smiled and giggled, asking as she cupped his cheek, "Just how long have you been awake?"

"Few minutes," he lied with a smile before turning his head and kissing her palm.

"Liar," she accused, laughingly.

"Of course." He agreed happily.

He leaned in to kiss her but the sound of a phone echoed.

"You have a phone now?" she questioned, stunned.

"Martha demanded it," he explained as the annoying sound continued, "Then Donna wouldn't let me get rid of it, then Amy, not to mention River loved adding things to the console when I wasn't looking so if I got rid of it who knows what she would've added in it's place really."

A phone appeared on the wall closest to them, hanging over her head, still going off. Reluctantly, very reluctantly, he reached up, over her, and picked up, putting it to his ear and greeting, "Hello, Doctor Smith speaking…Oh! Clara…No, no, we're fine, no, no, no, we're not in jail or in a war…"

Rose giggled again; Clara sure had him pegged.

"Yes I've eaten, yes I've slept…Yes, I've fed Rose and let her sleep, what do you take me for? Yes, I know, I know I ran you for three days straight, I didn't mean to, you know that! And I'm still sorry about it too! Did you call just to check in? You are okay right? No invasions correct…Oh, good. What favor?" He sighed, "You do realize that that is an incredible misuse of time-travel."

Rose snorted, hiding true laughter behind her hand. He looked insulted and he silently promised retribution. She raised an eyebrow, challenging him.

"Alright, I'll take you all." He finally agreed to whatever favor was being asked, "We'll get there whenever we get there. You're welcome. Goodbye to you too Oswin."

He hung up the phone after that and it disappeared.

Before he could return to what he had been doing before the phone interrupted them, she had straddled him. She forced his hands above his head, looking him in the eye.

"Talking to another woman while in bed," she purred, "that deserves some sort of punishment…"

He grinned wolfishly, "Oh, yes. Of course, I must be punished."

She grin wickedly, letting his hands go free and getting up from the bed, asking, "So, what are we doing today?"

The Doctor bit back a groan and sat up, watching her begin her morning routine, "Clara's a nanny, I've told you this right, for a family that she's close with. The two children, Angie and Artie, lost their mother and so Clara helps out while their father works."

"So, she's a part-time companion then?"

"For her, yes, for me, no. TARDIS remember? I borrow her on the weekends, when the father's home and she's not really needed." He smiled, "The children were doing some history homework, searching through archived photographs on the internet and began noticing that they could find their nanny in quite a few of the more historical ones…"

Rose laughed as she headed into the shower, him trailing behind, "They figured out that she's a Time-Traveler did they? Fantastic." She started the shower and stepped in, under the running water, him right behind her still.

"Yes, and they blackmailed us too, into taking a trip into the future with them," he poured body wash over her, beginning to massage the concoction into her skin.

She gave a soft, sad laugh, "What did you land in the middle of that time?"

"Cybermen invasion," the words were quiet and he pulled her close as she flinched. Daleks were terrifying but Cybermen were different, they were personal and would probably always reopen the wounds of that terrible day at Canary Wharf, "they nearly assimilated us, they got into my head Rose, Mister Clever, that thing called himself Mister Clever while he was in me. They nearly got the children; it was a miracle we won that one."

"So, what's the favor then?"

"Angie has to give an oral report, with visual aids, and write a report on Ancient Egypt…"

"And she wants to visit Ancient Egypt."

"On the nose," he tapped her nose lightly, smiling when she giggled.

"Dressing light then."

They finished showering within the hour. While the Doctor dressed in his normal outfit, Rose forewent her customary hoodie and jeans for a light shirt, some khakis, and hiking boots that she found in the expanded wardrobe. She still packed her regular clothes and some cold weather clothes into a satchel that was bigger on the inside in case they did not in fact hit Ancient Egypt. Which, considering how long it took them to get to Barcelona (the planet, not the city), was highly likely all things considered. Also packed in the satchel were a first aid kit, a hunting kit, and Swiss Army Knife. Working for Pete's World's Torchwood and then making those jumps made her a wee bit paranoid.

She arrived in the console room just as they touched down; they bounced out of the TARDIS, holding hands.

They were met by Clara and the kids, who were each hauling around similarly bigger on the inside backpacks. Each was packed for at least a week's worth of clothes and toiletries. Clara carried a bigger on the inside backpack that they would come to call her 'Nanny Bag'.

Greetings and introductions were exchanged before they got down to business. They would be aiming for the New Kingdom, before or after the eighteenth dynasty because the Doctor had already been entangled in adventures then.

Then the Doctor laid down a set of rules, "First of all, no wandering off. You stay with an adult at all times."

The children rolled their eyes but agreed.

"Secondly, respect their ways and their temples unless I give you leave not to. C, or is it thirdly, if you get lost, you'll both be wearing special bracelets that can teleport you back into the TARDIS. Fourth, hand over your phones."

Grumbling, the children handed over their mobile phones and he pulled out his screwdriver. He took out the backs and soniced them to make them 'super-phones' just as he did for every companion before handing them back, "Anywhere in time or space you have the number for you can now phone. Oh! And last but not least, in the TARDIS, if you don't know what's behind a door and don't have permission, don't open the door." He grinned, clapping his hands together, saying, "All aboard! The TARDIS already has rooms for you two."

To prove that point, the TARDIS opened her doors wide in welcome; the children took off at a run.

Snippets only from here on

She woke him and intoned, "It is time."

Her eyes were gold. He leapt up, gripping her by the arms, "What did you do?!"

Bad Wolf simply smiled, "I have taken my vessel back until I complete my task. Have no fear, my Doctor, I shall not harm her."

"You'll kill her! Get out! Now!" he ordered, the only thing staying his wrath was the fact that Rose was still in there, somewhere, and he could never bring himself to hurt her.

Bad Wolf frowned, "I miscalculated my original merging with Rose Tyler; I entered her too fast, too strongly. I would have destroyed her had you not removed me but that was never my intention. I have in my defense only the fact that time was of the essence and she opened herself to me completely. Rose Tyler was, is, and always will be destined to become me, Bad Wolf. In time we shall come to share this form equally and that will enable her to give you a true forever. She will age incredibly slowly, be immune to all disease and wounds, and will have thousands of years to spend with you. This is my gift to her. But it is time."

"Where is Rose now?!" he demanded.

"Asleep, tucked safely away from my consciousness. She will remember my time here as only a particularly vivid dream until our merging is one of equals. It is time."

"Time for what?!"

"For Gallifrey to return."

He staggered back, stunned, "How?" he fell onto the bed.

"I shall need the Impossible Girl, the Girl who Remembered, and the Most Important Woman in the Universe," Bad Wolf continued.

"Amy…Amy and Rory…I can't get to them…" he argued despairingly, "we'll bounce off that year."

"You may not be able to retrieve them, this is true, but I am under no such restrictions," Bad Wolf explained gently, "Besides, did it not occur to you to set a date in the next year where and when you could pick them up? Or perhaps, simply meet them outside of Manhattan itself?"

"Well, no…Oh, I'm thick!" he paused, before pointing out another glaring obstacle to the plan, "If Donna ever remembers she'll die. Her body—"

"Is upgradable," Bad Wolf waved that off too, "After all, while I was burning through this form I was still able to destroy the Dalek fleet and accidentally make Captain Jack Harkness immortal. I am not under any such clock this time."

He trembled, "We can find Gallifrey?"

She smiled, pressing a kiss to his forehead, "My Doctor, Gallifrey is found. It is merely waiting for us to call it back into this universe."

She practically waltzed from their room after that, moving gracefully as she headed to the console room.

They picked up Clara first, since she was the easiest one to grab. She came quietly, anxious about her part to play in this plan.

Then they fetched Donna. They made sure to land silently, invisibly, Bad Wolf coaxing the TARDIS into performing to the best of their abilities.

Clara was sent first, to get Donna to open the door to the house, "Telegram for Missus Donna Noble."

"Temples-Noble," Donna automatically corrected, balancing a little girl on her hip as she did so, "From who?"

"Bad Wolf," Clara gave the name, watching for any sign of recognition.

Donna's nose wrinkled, "Who on Earth is Bad Wolf?"

Clara shrugged, feeling more than hearing Bad Wolf join them with a perception filter, "I dunno, said she was a friend of yours…"

"Alright, let's hear it then."

Clara cleared her throat before speaking clearly, "It is time for you to wake up, Doctor-Donna. The universe requires your aid once again."

The reaction was instantaneous; Donna Noble doubled over, clutching at her head. Clara made a grab for the little girl before she could be dropped completely, fluidly moving aside to let Bad Wolf through to do her bit.

Bad Wolf sent Donna into unconsciousness before anything else; it would make things so much easier if the mind wasn't awake to fight the rewriting of the body. Donna slumped completely but Bad Wolf simply scooped her up over her shoulder and carried her into the house, telling Clara, "Do shut the door dear; wouldn't want little River there getting sick."

Clara did as told, asking, "River?"

"Her daughter," Bad Wolf laid Donna out on a sofa in the lounge, "named after a very brave, very special woman…"

"River Song? Donna knew River Song?"

"Oh, you've met her? Anyway, yes. Even though she could not truly remember, her subconscious can never truly forget. So, she named her daughter after a true heroine," Bad Wolf placed her fingertips at Donna's temples, allowing her power to do what was needed while being careful not to damage the memories of Donna's new life.

After a few minutes, Donna catapulted into a sitting position, moaning, "My head. I'm gonna kill him!"

She looked up at her guests, doing a double take at Bad Wolf, "Rose? How?"

"It's Bad Wolf actually," Bad Wolf corrected, "It is a very long story but we are on a schedule here…No more."

Donna's eyes glazed over as the memory, the hidden memory of the Doctor's, was unlocked.

"Holy Omega," the redhead breathed out as she could see the last day of the Time War now.

"It is time to bring Gallifrey back," Bad Wolf explained, "and we require your help, Doctor-Donna."

"Right," Donna stood up abruptly, running further into the house, up the stairs, before just as quickly returning, carrying a rucksack and a folded pushchair. She flung the bag at Clara, who caught it easily, before unfolding the chair and setting little River in it, explaining as she raced to the kitchen, "I can leave River with Gramps, he'll understand and I am not bringing her on this one. I take it Spaceman's nearby," she grabbed a cool-box, packed it with ice, and began filling it with small bottles of juices, medium sized jars of handmade, organic baby food, and other goodies.

"Yes." Bad Wolf replied as Donna reentered the lounge, wheeling the cool-box behind her. Bad Wolf touched the box and made the ice never melting for simplicity.

Clara, now in Nanny mode, had dressed little River in a jacket and then hung the diaper bag from the back of the stroller.

Donna headed back upstairs, now packing a bag for herself and then jotting down a note for Shaun.

She took the stairs two at a time, skipping the last few steps completely, "Well, let's get going!"

She slung her own luggage over the back of the stroller before they left the house at a quick walk. She armed the security system.

The TARDIS, now visible, stood tall in the garden of the home, the Doctor leaning against Her casually.

He opened his arms wide, a grin on his face, "Donna!"

"Stuff it, Martian," Donna spoke shortly, "need to drop the rugrat off at Gramps."

The Doctor smiled down at the toddler, "And who's this?"

"River Temples-Noble," Donna introduced as they lifted the buggy into the TARDIS. The TARDIS had already set aside a space where they could secure the chair to the floor.

They left River with her grandparents, Wilf being ecstatic that Donna could remember her adventures, before they set out for the Ponds.

With one and a half Time Lords, a manifestation of the Space-Time continuum, and the Impossible Girl helping the last Type 40, it still took some finagling and they still blew out a few parts.

The landing was turbulent, even by their usual standards, and the TARDIS moaned in obvious distress. Automatically, Donna dove under the console to begin repairing the damage, aided by Clara, while Bad Wolf stabilized time and healed the scars they left in forcing their way through.

The Doctor was sent to find the Ponds; he had rigged up a special GPS system to pinpoint their location using some of River Song's DNA (she had left a brush full of hair in the TARDIS) which had allowed them to get as close as they had and he was now using a more mobile version.

They had landed in a small Midwestern town, not very large but not tiny either. The Doctor's first port of call was the police station; neither Amy nor Rory were ones to sit back when people needed help and so he was fairly certain that they would have been first responders in something.

He asked after the Ponds and then the Williams but there was nothing. He asked after Amy but that was a bust; Amelia was a common name. Rory, however, gave him a lead.

There was a new nurse who came into town a few months back, one Rory Song. He was well-liked and had a good track record in treating patients, even against the orders of the town physician. Some of his methods were odd but they worked.

The police officer was decidedly helpful in pointing out the Physician's office. The Doctor set out in a quick run, following both the man's directions and the beeping of his GPS system.

Weaving in and out of traffic he moved, anxious to see his Ponds again.

He burst into the office, looking around wildly, calling out, "Rory!"

Rory stuck his head out from the back, eyes wide and shock clearly written on his face, "Doctor?!"

The ensuring hug was not quite manly but it was heartfelt.

"How did you get here?" Rory asked quietly, pulling his friend aside quickly.

"Bad Wolf."

The human paled drastically, "She's real." He immediately grabbed his coat, telling the secretary that something had come up and that he was probably not coming back ever again. He gave some last minute directions for some patients before leaving in a rush, the Doctor on his heels.

"Amy, Amy's been having these dreams lately," he explained as they broke into a run, "About a woman, calls herself Bad Wolf. Bad Wolf told her to keep some bags packed, get ready to leave at a moment's notice. That you'd be back for us. We agreed that she was probably just homesick and hopeful, but Amy did keep a couple bags packed just in case. Even has bags for Sophia and Anthony, our kids, adopted," he elaborated for the Doctor, "Anthony's eight and a half years, Sophia is about six months old."

They were coming in on a small farm and Rory sped ahead, yelling, "Amy! AMY! HE'S HERE! THE DOCTOR'S HERE!"

Amelia came running out of the small, comfortable house, meeting them halfway, and caught the Doctor in a hug so crushing his bypass had to kick in after a few minutes.

He spun her around, a full circle, before setting her on the ground.

"You're back! How did you get back here?" she demanded breathlessly.

"Bad Wolf," the Doctor replied.

She froze before nodding, telling her husband, "Tony's at the Nelsons', go get him."

Rory nodded and took off down the road as Amelia dragged the Doctor into the house; she scooped up a little girl from a mobile bassinet and handed her to him, introducing, "Doctor, this's Sophia Song. Hang onto her; I'm gonna go grab our baggage."

The Doctor held Sophia close and smiled a bittersweet smile as she cuddled closer to hear his two heartbeats. Silently he promised her, her and her brother, that nothing would ever harm the Songs if he had a say in it.

Amelia came jogging downstairs, a veritable pack mule. She was carrying yet more bags and hurriedly began packing the important things; birth-records, the marriage license, adoption papers, the few photographs they had amassed, painted portraits, and other such things. Especially anything from their proper time.

"River helped us get set up," she explained calmly, "Don't know how she got that much money and considering what Mels got up to, we didn't ask. We just made sure she didn't steal anything too important. She's a good girl—"

"When was the last time you met River?" the Doctor asked sharply, stealing one of the already filled bags and slinging it over his shoulder.

Amelia handed him a baby sling and he settled Sophia in expertly before strapping her to his chest to allow his hands freedom.

Amelia paused, considering, "Uh, about seven months ago…Why?"

The Doctor took a deep breath, "Amelia, it's been a thousand years since I lost you and Rory…forty years after that I met River for the last time in my timeline…"

"How? How do you—" Amelia whirled around, wildly looking at him.

"Because," he took a very deep breath, "Because, the very first time I met her in my timeline was the very last time she met me in hers. She dies, saves a younger version of me, saves an entire library, thousands upon thousands of people, Amelia. She dies to save us all. And she knew she was going to die, because I didn't know her. Every time she met me in her timeline I knew her less and less, I got younger and younger. Every time I met her in mine I know more and more of her and she gets younger and younger until I experience her birth, then I meet her as she grows older and older. I have always known she would die, where and when and even how. And there was nothing I can do. She's part Time Lord, Amelia; the more Time Lords involved the more immutable the timeline. And the longer the timeline goes unchallenged it sets more permanently. That's what broke time so badly when she tried to avert my death. She was already there three times, as River Song on the beach, as River Song in the suit, and as an unborn child in you. I was there. That's four Time Lords, even if three are the same person and not even full Time Ladies. One River Song had already lived through the entire thing and I had gone willingly. We were lucky the loophole I found worked! I—I couldn't change her fate, I've looked at it from every angle, every point. It's not doable. The best I could do was upload her consciousness to an Artificial Intelligent computer. I'm sorry. Unless you run across a younger version that I don't know about, you'll never meet River again."

Amelia went very still but then went back to packing, not speaking a word about the news.

The door opened again, and in came Rory and a little boy who might have been of Italian descent.

"Rory, Mels is dead." Amelia informed her husband steadily, using River's most favored alias in order not to traumatize their son.

Rory closed his eyes, clenched his fists once or twice around empty air at his sides, breathed in and out steadily before forcing a mask of calmness on, looking at the Doctor, "Was it worth it?"

"She died a hero."

Rory nodded shortly, looking down at Anthony; he knelt down, looking the boy in the eyes, "Tony, do you remember all those stories Mummy and I tell you? About the Doctor?"

Anthony nodded.

"Well, this man here," Rory pointed out the Doctor, "is the Doctor. He's come back for us, all of us. Me, Mummy, Sophia, and you. We're leaving, and we shan't be coming back."

The Doctor walked closer, holding out his hand, "Hello, Anthony, it's amazing to meet you."

Anthony looked up, "Are you really an alien?"

"Yes."

"Do you really have a space-ship that can travel and is alive?"

"Yes. She'll adore you."

"You're not mad that me and Phia have to come along?"

Carefully, as not to disturb Sophia, the Doctor knelt, "Anthony, in no way am I angry that your Mum and Dad adopted you two nor am I angry that you will be joining us."

"Tony, here's your bag. Can you carry it?" Amelia asked gently, holding out a small suitcase. Well, it would be small against an adult; against Anthony it was very large.

Within minutes they were packed completely, secured the house, and ready to leave. The Doctor pulled out his mobile, hit a speed dial, and said, "Clara? Can you and Donna get the TARDIS to do a side jump to me?" He pressed a hand into his free ear, as if he couldn't hear what was being said, "The what is busted?!" he growled, "Fantastic! Well, you should be able to side-ways hop, through space. It won't strain Her…Okay, just, be careful." He didn't hang up, instead he held out the phone.

Minutes ticked by before the most wonderful sound in the universe sounded and the TARDIS began coming into view. It took longer than usual, but eventually She had fully materialized.

The door creaked open and Clara peeked out anxiously; she was covered in grime and gunk, she had been working under the console, "Doctor? Are you out there?"

The Doctor grinned happily, switching off his phone and saying, "Right here Clara; Clara, meet the Ponds; Ponds, meet Clara Oswald."

Clara smiled, moving aside, "Nice to finally meet you."

They greeted her back, before entering the TARDIS.

"Who's that?" another woman's voice said before a redheaded woman came up from under the console; if Clara was dirty, this woman was filthy. Her eyes were piercing as she studied the newcomers.

"Oh, just the Ponds," a third voice sang out and Amelia turned to see a blond young woman perched on a coral strut that hadn't been there while she was a companion; the blonde sat there, looking for all the world like she might meld in with the TARDIS itself.

"Bad Wolf," Amelia breathed out and she received a cheeky grin as a reward, "Guilty as charged," Bad Wolf purred, hopping down and moving closer, eyes flaring with power, "The TARDIS has your room ready, a room for Anthony, and a nursery for Sophia. We'll have to drop them off with their grandfather."

"What do you need us for?" Rory demanded.

"We are going to restore the Doctor's home-world," was the glib answer, "Amelia will be helping me, Donna, and Clara while you will be helping the Doctor. It might get nasty though, so Jenny's off at Sarah Jane's, Donna's daughter is with her granddad, and Sophia and Anthony will be going to theirs. Now go on, I'm sure you'd like to get settled in," she nodded at the doorway to the inner rooms.

The luggage the Ponds carried disappeared and the Doctor carefully handed Sophia to Rory

"Now, this is where it gets complicated," Bad Wolf said softly, "Darling, we need access."

There was a rumbling sound and a column formed; it was like the console without all the controls.

"Thank you dear."

She turned to the Doctor, "You and the Roman there keep us alive and upright, it's gonna get bumpy. And don't interrupt! You do and you'll kill us all."

The Doctor sighed in resignation but nodded his agreement, taking his place as Rory followed suit.

Bad Wolf turned to the women, "Gather round the pillar; Donna to my right, Clara at my left, Amelia between them, and link hands."

Slowly, they positioned themselves before waiting for more instructions.

"Now, Doctor."

He threw switches, dialed dials, and even shifted a gear, bringing them to the exact coordinates that Gallifrey once occupied. It was, of course, deserted; hunks of rock and twisted wreckages of Dalek ships floating, a silent reminder of what had occurred.

"Don't fight it."

Bad Wolf threw back her head and expelled a bit of her own energy, her own power. It hovered, a golden mist, before dividing into thirds and then entering a woman each.

They gasped at this invasion of their bodies and minds, but did not break the circle, allowing it easier access. It settled deep, making room, changing the women as need be, gifting abilities and healing old damages.

They would not burn as Rose Tyler and then the Doctor once had; it was only borrowed power and only a microscopic amount. Besides, each was far better suited to containing the power than a human girl under high duress. A uniquely created Time Lady, the Mother of the Daughter of a TARDIS, and the Impossible Girl, the last ditch failsafe Bad Wolf had created so long ago.

Three sets of eyes closed and then opened, newly backlit by the golden glow. Five minds, five sentient beings, united by one goal.

Amelia Pond, the Girl who Remembered; her memory would serve as the backbone for the event.

Clara Oswald, the Impossible Girl; her destiny was so inevitably linked to the Doctor and to Gallifrey that her willpower would power the return.

Donna Noble, the most Important Woman in the Universe; the only woman alive to have all the Doctor's memories of his home, she would allow the planet to be correctly rebuilt as it returned.

Bad Wolf, the Woman Who Saw Everything, backed by the mind and heart and Soul of Rose Tyler, the One Who Loved the Doctor with All Her Being; she who made this all possible, she who had set these events into motion so many millennia ago.

And the last Type 40 TARDIS, the Doctor's first love and she who saved him, manipulating space and time, bending it to Her will.

Five women, all powerful in their own rights; together they would be unstoppable.

The TARDIS began to quake and rattle as she exerted the collective power of the group. She once again called forth the energies of her past and future selves, especially the ones resting on the Cardiff Rift and the one trapped under that Black Hole. She reached back and siphoned power from every rip in history, every crack in time. She stole the force of the many emotions and moods of anyone who had ever stepped foot in her. She stole from the energy Captain Harkness had fed Abaddon. Any energy she could find, the TARDIS took without remorse.

Lights blew out, shattering and sparking under the pressure and the quaking only grew worse as they tumbled and rolled mid-space. She was a very old TARDIS, even though she more than made up for her age with wisdom, attitude, and stubbornness; and as such not even nearly built for this kind of work. But she ploughed onwards still.

The controls began breaking down, injuring the men as they did so but they pushed onwards. If they were not diligent and resourceful then they all would die.

Sparks gave way to flames but no one could be spared to put them out and so they began to devour everything.

Working quickly, the TARDIS dumped everything essential into a single, safe room and then deleted as many rooms as she could. She still required yet more power.

Then, it truly started.

The TARDIS' hum became louder and the women raised their own voices in time and tune, singing in the most ancient of languages.

Time grinded to a halt, shuddering as the Universe was ripped open into the pocket dimension.

Slowly, ever so slowly, the pocket dimension shrank and expanded rhythmically, forcing the missing planet out bit by bit but not breaking the stasis hold just yet.

The music rose, swelling with a billion more voices.

With one last quake, one last shudder and one last note, Gallifrey stood triumphant and proud.

However, there was no time to celebrate as all four women dropped, unconscious and the TARDIS began freefalling to Gallifrey even as the Doctor and Rory frantically worked.

It was of no use; the ship crashed in a field of scarlet grass, leaving a horrid gouge in the ground as she skidded and skipped before finally coming to rest on her side.

There was silence before the doors opened; the Doctor pulled himself up and almost out, looking around in wondrous awe. He was home, after millennia he was finally able to come home. Tears flowed as he realized he was no longer alone in his own head.

Rose had long since become used to falling asleep and waking up in weird places, but she had never gone to bed in her jimjams and woken up, fully dressed, in a field of grass under a sky with two suns.

And her head was killing her.

With a moan of sheer agony, she forced herself to sit up and take in her surroundings.

The Doctor appeared and swept her up into his arms, babbling away a mile a minute and usually she adored that trait but right now she wanted nothing more than to either blackout again or raid the infirmary for painkillers. Or poison. At this point, she wasn't picky.

However, since neither of those options was feasible, she forced the headache into a mental trunk, jumped up and down on the lid to close it, and then locked the thing tight before finally focusing on the Doctor's words.

"—Gallifrey!" he was at the tail end of his sentence and still the only word that stood out to her was 'Gallifrey'. The name of his planet…the planet with…she looked down, scarlet grass, and, she looked up, double suns in a burnt orange sky.

Oh.

No wonder he was so ecstatic.

The headache faded and she realized he was soothing her pain.

She felt his joy bubbling over their bond, flooding her. Her own joy swelled to match it and she grinned, hugging him as he babbled and babbled, trying to get all the information, all the trivia, he wanted to share with her out at once.

He was finally home. After wandering for so long, he wasn't alone anymore.

"Are we dead again?" a groan interrupted their celebration and they turned.

"Who's she?" Rose whispered to the Doctor and he squeezed her hand.

"Amelia Pond and her Husband, Rory. My first two companions in this body…they helped us find Gallifrey," he replied just as softly.

Amelia Pond was sitting up, with the help of Rory who was assuring her that no, by some miracle, they were still alive and had in fact managed to do what was needed.

She complained of a migraine and Rory, ever the nurse, pulled out a small kit, then a small syringe from that small kit, and injected a drug into her body, "Before we started I stocked up in the infirmary," he explained to the questioning glances before turning to Rose, "How's your head?"

She smiled up at the Doctor goofily and replied, "Just fine; don't think we properly met, 'm Rose Tyler."

Rory nodded, "Rory Williams, sometimes Pond or Song."

Clara was waking up and he turned, looking at her before looking back, "Sorry, duty calls."

Donna was the last to regain consciousness and by then everyone else had managed to right the TARDIS and the Doctor had cobbled together something to send out a signal to the nearest bit of civilization.

They had landed in a more remote part of the planet.

Thankfully, someone had received their signal and was coming. Until they did so, however, everyone set to TARDIS repairs.

She had nearly torn herself down to her very atoms, the console room was a disaster area, but the noise she made was that of exhausted contentment. They were home and that was all that really mattered.

He led her down the streets; hand clasped tightly in his as he pointed out buildings and shared tidbits about cultural customs and famous people. He was so joyous about being able to show her his home, his civilization as well as he had learned of humanity's.

And she soaked it up, asking questions, making connections between pieces of information, and eagerly looking around them.

Even under reconstruction, even bombed and blasted and torn apart by war, the buildings loomed, seeming as ancient and solid and imposing as the man beside her and now, now, they were being revived, rejuvenated. It was fitting.

The other adult Gallifreyians only gave her a few seconds of attention, more concerned about rebuilding than the alien woman in their midst, whilst the children ran about willy-nilly, laughing and cheering as they played such familiar games as Tag and Hide'N'Seek. Vendors handed out meals to workers and families as sleek machinery did much of the heavy lifting.

While she did not recognize most of the meats or vegetables offered, it all looked rather like the food one might purchase at a halfway decent Oriental or Asian restaurant. And it was all very bland to her, and embarrassingly it took her a few moments to realize that of course it would taste bland to her because, compared to a Gallifreyian tongue, her taste was very muted indeed.

But the Doctor convinced the owner of the stand to add a bit more spice to her serving and once he did so the food was appetizing to say the least.

Then she snapped her ankle; it was a silly thing of course, they about to cross a street and she had been distracted as she stepped off the curb. She landed on her left foot wrong, there was a very audible cracking sound, pain raced up her leg, and she crumpled instantly, scraping her hands as she tried to stop her fall and sending her food flying, even as the Doctor made a grab for her arm. Her face hit the pavement, getting scraped up as well, as the breath left her.

Immediately, she was gently turned over, face up, as several people knelt over her with concern.

She was just as quickly moved to an anti-grav gurney and brought to a hospital where she was put into a dressing gown and moved into a private room where a nurse gave her a full examination.

Her ankle had been immobilized and ice had been applied but nothing more as the staff took blood samples and such tests. They even took what seemed like a full body MRI.

"They need to know exactly what you are before they can heal you," the Doctor explained, holding her hand, "they don't want any complications to occur."

That made sense and they were very kind about it all even though she couldn't understand them or them her. With the Doctor translating, a staff member got a complete history.

Finally, they gave her some painkillers; an injection but they numbed the area before they had done so.

Finally, a doctor entered the room. He was rather short and didn't quite have that commanding aura around him that the Doctor had; rather he carried that respectable air of a medical professional with several decades of experience. Kind blue eyes peered out from glasses and salt and pepper hair. In his ear was an earpiece, reminding her rather uncomfortably of the Cybermen earpieces that had plagued Pete's World, although the light was green instead of blue.

"Hello," the man spoke, although there seemed to be a very slight delay, "Am I speaking your language?"

Her eyes widened and she realized the earpiece was a translation device and she quickly nodded, saying, "Yes."

A brief pause then the man smiled, sitting on a stool and opening the folder he carried, "Miss Tyler, you may call me Healer Alexander." He gave her a pseudonym, waiting for the translation to go through, "Now, just so we're clear here; even though I am the foremost authority on non-Gallifreyian sapient life-forms it has been a few centuries since I have dealt with a Homo-Sapien, and even then they were a bit more evolved and not quite as pure. However, as long as you wish it I shall be your primary physician."

Rose nodded again, "Okay. That okay Doctor?"

The Doctor smiled, "That's brilliant. She's very jeopardy friendly you know."

The device seemed to get used to the language and syntax as the translation was near instantaneous.

Alexander smiled kindly, "So I see; the scans we took show many signs of damage that if I did not know the Doctor and his life I would have to assume were abuse scars." He looked down at the file, "Now, it says here that you are a pure human from the twenty-first century of the planet named Earth, third planet from the sun in your solar system?"

"Yeah, London, England, can even give you m'home address."

"No need for that, Miss Tyler. Are you allergic to any compounds or chemicals from Earth?"

She paused, thinking, "Yeah, actually I am. Penicillin, nasty hives and stuff like that."