The Littlest Timelord: The Fall of the Eleventh

Chapter 45

A/N - This one is a bit longer because I couldn't find a good enough place to split it. I got a few more surprises planned for the last chapter is next and then we move into the Christmas special! I can't believe we (and Elise) have come this far.

"I now pronounce you man and wife," the priest said.

Clara cheered.

"You may kiss the bride."

Elizabeth grabbed Ten's face and kissed him.

"Is there a lot of this in the future?" the older Doctor asked.

"It does start to happen, yeah," the Doctor told him.

"God speed, my love," Elizabeth told Ten.

"I will be right back."

They all ran into the TARDIS and Ten started her up.

"Right then, back to the future," the Doctor said.

Elise looked around the control room and smiled.

"You've let this place go a bit," the older Doctor said.

"Ah, it's his grunge phase. He grows out of it," the Doctor said.

Elise hit him on the arm. "I happen to like it."

"Yeah, you always did."

"Don't you listen to them," Ten told the console.

An alarm started going off and the console shocked him as the console room changed again. This time to a room with white walls.

"The desktop is glitching," Ten said.

"Three of us from different time zones. It's trying to compensate," the older Doctor told him.

"Hey, look. The round things," the Doctor said to his younger incarnation.

"I love the round things."

"What are the round things?"

"No idea."

"Oh dear, the friction contrafibulator." The Doctor ran to the console and flipped a switch. "Ha! There, stabilized."

They were standing in the console room that Elise and Clara were used to.

"Oh, you've redecorated. I don't like it," Ten told the Doctor.

"Oh. Oh yeah? Oh, you never do."

Ten frowned.

"Listen, we're going to the National Gallery. The Zygons are underneath it."

"No, UNIT HQ. They followed us there in the Black Archive," Clara told them.

All three Doctors looked at her.

"Okay, so you've heard of that, then."

"Lucky for us, I have a way to contact the Black Archive." He pressed a few buttons and they heard Kate's voice. "You really think so? Somewhere in your memory is a man called Brigadier Alistair Gordon Lethbridge Stewart. I am his daughter."

"Science leads, Kate. Is that what you meant? Is that what your father meant?" the Doctor asked her.

"Doctor?"

"Space-Time Telegraph, Kate. A gift from me to your father, hotline straight to the TARDIS. I know about the Black Archive and I know about the security protocol. Kate, please. Please tell me you are not about to do something unbelievably stupid."