Reintroduction To Old Memories

Reunion

"Remind me why we're in here again?" The one and only Jeffrey Tobias Winger enquired, awkwardly sitting back in a chair. This place was meant to be bigger on the INSIDE, yet the room was so... cramped.

"Because it's been at least ten years since most of us graduated or seen the Doctor, and this could help me get the footage I need to make a movie about our college years." Abed tapped one foot, adjusting the candy wedding ring on his finger, and no prize for guessing who wore the other one - that's right, 🎶 Troy and Abed got together! 🎶

"Abed, he brought the wine for everyone's weddings."

"Yes, but that was when he had his old-new face, I noticed the letters he sent us had a different handwriting and style of speech, it's entirely likely he regenerated again."

He'd changed again. He'd changed again. His fashion sense wouldn't be the same. He'd act different. He'd look new. He'd still be himself. Herself. Themself.

"So, uh, Annie, how's the wife?" Britta looked to the journalist... well, more like the little sister she never had.

"Great, great," Her smile seemed a little... forced. "Had to bury Kitty last week though..."

Cue four simultaneous hugs for one woman in her early thirties.

"We had to bury Patches last month." Troy sobbed into what vaguely could've been Jeff's elbow, Annie's shoulder, or onto Britta's knee.

Thirty emotionally charged minutes later...

There it came, a booming voice, a Scottish-Rwandan accent, the sound of a being at least over ten thousand years old sliding down a banister, grinning as he ran up to them.

The Doctor. Around 5'8. Boots, short black hair, a bolero on his head... a faint scar around his right eye, a thin black mustache on his upper lip, brown eyes, sturdy legs, a nose that was just right - at least, he thought so, and it's his thoughts of his looks that matter - as usual, possibly attractive doctor. But things have changed for them.

He let out a laugh, throwing his arms open. "Oh, it is so good to see you guys again!"

Annie and Troy were the first to run up to the old alien, throwing their arms around the old alien. Jeff, supposedly reluctantly, joined with Britta... and Abed, even if was only for a few seconds, hesitated.

"How was it this time?" He spoke. The others let go of the Doctor.

"Honestly? Fantastic, just sat there and it began, next thing I know, it's the all new me!"

"How's Jenny?" Annie asked. It's not every day you know an alien who's a parent.

A memory struck the Time Lord - getting a bit too drunk at Jeff and Britta's wedding... or was it Annie and Annie's? He couldn't quite remember, he'd had a bit of a ramble to somebody about his daughter, her being so young yet so smart, reminding him too much of himself, how Donna had been the one to name her, finally feeling like he had a family he could stick to again-

"Good, good! I mean, depends which part of her timeline you're looking at. From the old me's perspective, she's on her way to Romania and meet her best friend, but she's also off with an even earlier me for an adventure. Honestly, never thought I'd get the chance to be a dad again."

That word hit them - again. It's not easy to forget the times he'd opened up. And yet he did so much easier now.

"Right, right," he continued, as if he didn't just have a huge emotional moment. "Spacetime!" Abed. "Jeffa Cake!" Jeff may have let out a groan. "Troy Story!" Fist bump. "Britnee!" Britta couldn't help but smile a little - after all, she may have been a therapist to some version of him at some point, and considering how insufferable he was back then, he was glad she didn't punch younger him, all cat pins and curls... "Antoinette!" Another hug incoming!

Once that was done with, he practically did a three hundred and sixty degree spin on one foot, grinning. "And all grown up and everything, I'm so proud of you all!"

Now that was a dad of at least one artificial daughter, a sound creature, a house, his own aborted future selves child and two unnamed kids, a grandfather of seven and two great grandchildren, and generally has an overcomplicated family, not counting his honorary kids...

"Come on, Doc," Jeff knew just how to press the button. "Can you at least tell us why we're in this cramped room?"

"Oh, right. This is the TARDIS's memory room, and right now... it's built off of my memories, but with a little adjustment-" The Doctor's hand entered his pocket, removing... an entire umbrella, a kitchen sink, twenty-seven bottlecaps, a chunk of TARDIS coral, seven screwdrivers, a monkey wrench, a miniature clone of one of his past selves, several family photos that were no longer recent from his perspective, a black overcoat, eventually pulling out what looked like a TV remote... but, of course, it's sonic!

A click of the channel button, and...

There it was, the old study room... well, a replica. Well, a time machines replica.

When time is memory and memory is time, "Now, how about we get to those memories?" Then this is a time machine's memory of a room around/near/in a library.

A/N: same au as Crying For Who.