First story in a very long time! I've got a renewed love for Doctor Who since the 50th, which was brilliant, and I thought it would be the perfect starting point for a reunion story! So here we go, there will be two chapters to this, and it's set during The day of the Doctor starting from the first mention of Rose by the War Doctor. Pleeeeease do take a minute to review, ti'll give me so much motivation to get the next chapter up and I really want to know what you lovely people think! Thanks, Donna x

Chapter One

"Oh, Bad Wolf girl, I could kiss you!"

The Doctor's hearts stopped. All four of them. Their heads whipped round to look at each other for a fraction of a second, before both men turned towards their earlier incarnation, their folded arms and their dark expressions identical.

"I'm sorry, Grandad, did you just say Bad Wolf?" It was Eleven who managed to speak up first.

"Well... Yes," The War Doctor looked a little alarmed, clearly having not expected such a strong reaction from his future selves, "She - Oh, now how did she describe it - She's the interface, the human projection of the Moment that appeared when-"

"But where did those two words come from?" Ten interrupted him, his eyes alight with something desperate, "Why Bad Wolf, why would she...? How can...?"

The Eleventh Doctor sighed. Witnessing his earlier sadness, seeing with his own eyes how raw and new the pain of losing her still was for his tenth incarnation was stirring up feelings inside him that he'd been forced to bury. Hundreds of years it had been since he'd lost her, but the memory of her face was as new as if he'd seen her yesterday. She was the one he'd broken all the rules for, the one who'd changed him, and sacrificed everything for him. And most heartbreaking of all, if she were to appear in front of him now, she wouldn't even recognise him.

"Tell me." The Tenth Doctor was demanding, "Tell me what you mean."Eleven could sense his younger self's temper rising out of the mix of sheer panic and hope that was coursing through him, and decided to step in.

"Ok, so the interface," he rationed with the War Doctor slowly, placing his hand on Ten's arm in a gesture that silently told him calmer is better. You'll learn that soon,"She's taken the form of a woman? Describe her to me. Us."

"Erm," The War Doctor hesitated, looking from the Moment to the Doctors, "She looks about... Thirty?"

"Offensive." The Moment frowned.

"Twenty five, I meant twenty five!" He hurriedly corrected, "She's blonde and curly, sort of.. Hazel eyes, but sometimes gold..."

"Gold." Ten muttered, barely loud enough for Eleven to hear, "That'll be why it's Bad Wolfand not Rose..."

"She's got on sort of raggedy clothes..."

"Oi! Earth fashions can be strange, you know, I was doing the best I can!" She insisted, and the War Doctor turned to face her frustratedly.

"Well I don't know, do I?" He demanded, suddenly conscious that to everyone else in the room he was speaking to thin air, "You're not making this very easy for me, you know. I can barely understand what you are, let alone explain it to these two crazy children!"

The beautiful projection sighed, rolling her eyes. "I suppose you're right. I suppose it would be easier for everyone if I can just extend the field of..." She shook herself a little, apparently concentrating, "Wow, this is hard..."

"I can't really understand what she's saying," The War Doctor sighed, "Talking about extending something, but if you lot still can't see her-" He had turned to face the two other Doctors, and froze at their matching expressions as they focussed on a point over his shoulder. He glanced around, and saw the Moment looking between the two of them with a cheeky smirk threatening to break out. She'd done it, then.

"You." The Tenth Doctor's whisper was hoarse, "You... You're here."

"Yes, I am!" She sounded gleeful, hopping down from her perch, "And I'm awfullyglad you two recognise me. I was worried I'd got it more mixed up than I thought and chosen someone none of you had met! Ha!" She began to walk toward the two older Doctors, but the two of them remained still.

"The voice." Eleven said sharply, "You haven't got her voice right. Much too... formal. Proper."

"Well, sorry." She was still grinning as she stopped in front of them, "Even so, I thought you two would have been a little more pleased to see me!" Her tongue poked out slightly between her teeth as she addressed the Tenth Doctor, "Especially you."

"Indeed." He sniffed, swiftly looking her up and down before turning to Eleven, "So. I'm surprised you can remember her voice."

Eleven's eyes flared, "I'm surprised you thought me capable of ever forgetting it."

"You seem to have forgotten everything else-"

"Not her." He cut Ten off firmly, "Never her. Not for anything."

"Hellooo?" The Interface wiggled her fingers at them, "I'm still here."

"Except you're not." Eleven said, "You're a projection from a piece of technology, and I'd like to know why you chose the form of someone very dear to me to try and convince a man who hasn't met you yet."

"I told him!" Her tone was still light despite the grim expressions of the Doctors, "I got it mixed up! Couldn't figure out who was past and present, that's all, so I just picked the most important one-"

"No." Ten insisted, "I'm sorry, but you were born from one of the most complex and intelligent machines ever created, and built by Time Lords.You really expect us to believe you can't tell the difference between past and future?"

"And," added Eleven, "Tell us why you said Bad Wolf. Why not just R- Why not just her name?" The Tenth Doctor frowned sideways at him, taken aback at the fact his future self hadn't even been able to say her name. Could it really still hurt that much in four hundred years?

The Moment took a deep breath, her smile now wiped and replaced with a look of irritation.

"Alright. So I knew he hadn't met Rose Tyler yet, you've got me there. I didn't choose her to..." She sighed, biting her lip slightly, "I didn't choose her to convince him. I picked her to convince you two."

"And how on Gallifrey did you think that was going to work?" Eleven's voice was light, but dangerous.

"You needher." The Moment insisted, "You're right! I am the most intelligent technology there is, but even I can't achieve the impossible without a little help. And that's why I chose her. Because by taking her form, I created a mental link between me and her. I can only access very limited memories and feelings, but I know who she is, and I know whereshe is. And I know that she's all alone... But without taking her form, without becoming an image of the Bad Wolf with all the power she has inside her, I would never have been able to make the link strong enough to do it."

"Strong enough to do what?" Eleven asked, at the exact same moment as Ten demanded "What do you mean, she's all alone?"

The Moment's weak smile had returned as she looked at the two panicked men, "I needed the link to be able to do this. You two had better thank me later."

She squeezed her eyes shut, concentrating hard, her expression twisting into one of apparent pain.

"Is she alright?" Clara's eyes were wide, "What's happening? Doctor?" But she received no response, as the Interface finally let out an enormous exhale and the image of her dissolved into millions of specks of gold. In her place, a few feet above their heads, was another wormhole, exactly like the ones they had all passed through.

The two Doctors' mouths dropped open, but there was no time for Clara to marvel once again at their similarities before they were whispering hurriedly to each other.

"Do you think she-"

"No, It's not possible."

"Not possible for us, but with the amount of power the machine has-"

"And the connection she created plus the TARDIS energy of the Bad Wolf-"

"Maybe she-"

"But how will we know how- OW!"

The Eleventh Doctor reeled as something dropped through the wormhole and hit him sharply on the head. With a low grumble of "Nearly poked my eye out, flipping thing," he bent to retrieve the offending item: A paper aeroplane.

"Someone's got a sense of humour." He said as he opened it up, holding it so that the Tenth Doctor could also see. Their eyes widened as they read the hastily scrawled note:

I can hear voices through this thing, but I can't tell. If it's somehow you, Doctor, speak to me. Please, please speak to me.

"That handwriting." A wide smile was emerging on the Tenth Doctor's face, "You remember that too?"

Eleven grinned, his reply sounding uncannily like his old self, "Oh, yes!" And without hesitating, he moved to the very bottom of the wormhole, cupping his hands around his mouth as if he were about to shout... But then he stopped. And when he turned back around to face his previous incarnation, his face was sombre and his voice tight.

"Not me." He said quietly, swallowing, "It can't be me. She won't recognise my voice, she doesn't... It'll be you that she wants."

And despite the fact that he was possibly about to communicate with Rose, Ten felt an overwhelming sadness at his future self's honesty. Placing a hand on Eleven's shoulder, he nodded slowly, unable to fathom a reply, before he cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted.

"Rose?!" His voice was loud, clear, and full of hope, "Rose, can you hear me?"

The second it took for her to reply felt like a decade.

"Doctor?!"

The Tenth Doctor couldn't help it; he let out a laugh, a hearty, uncontrollable laugh that could only come from the impossible being realised. "Rose! Rose, it's me, it's really me!"

"Oh, my god!" Her voice was thick with emotion as it echoed from the hole. Eleven couldn't take it. Unnoticed by his younger self, who was giddily shouting for her to come through, he stumbled backwards to lean against the platform where the Moment had sat, bringing a hand to his face and letting out one silent but utterly desperate sob.

As always, Clara was by his side in an instant, gently prising his hand away, and he moved to lean his forehead against hers as she wiped a tear from his face.

"I know, Doctor."

"You do?" He whispered, his thousand-year-old face resembling that of a desperate little boy, and she nodded slightly.

"I was there. I saw her in your time stream... I saw you lose her. I know what this means."

All he could do was nod and squeeze the hand of his best friend, infinitely appreciating her presence but not needing to say a word to show it. Wiping his eyes with his other hand, he stood up, still tightly gripping Clara's hand, and watched as a figure fell, so quickly that she was just a blur of blonde hair, out of the wormhole and landed straight in the arms of the man in the pinstripe suit.

The Tenth Doctor couldn't believe it. There weren't any words to describe his emotion as he lowered her to her feet, as he and Rose Tyler silently looked one another up and down for a few seconds before throwing themselves straight back into each others' arms. She squealed, tears running down her smiling face as she pulled back to look at him, forcing herself to speak.

"It's really you." She managed in wonder, and the Doctors couldn't help but beam at hearing her real voice, Ten from a few inches away and Eleven from across the room. The lump in his throat made it impossible to speak, his hand shaking violently in Clara's as he clutched it tightly and continued to watch.

"Oh, yes!" Ten beamed down at her, "And I can't even tell you how much I've missed you. We've got some long stories to catch up on!" He looked up at the wormhole, which was beginning to fade - the Moment had clearly only intended it to be open for one purpose.

"Am I not coming through with you, then?" He asked, "I'm quite intrigued to know how my little metacrisis is getting along! Is he-?" The Doctor stopped abruptly as he looked down to see that Rose's expression had changed to utter misery.

"He…" She swallowed, "You're not coming. He's not coming. I can't explain it here." She exhaled, and fixed a smile firmly back on her face as she observed her surroundings for the first time. The Doctor knew not to ask now.

"Speaking of here, where on Earth am I?" She noticed the War Doctor, Clara, and finally, the Eleventh Doctor. "I'm so rude! I'm Rose Tyler; I'd explain what I'm doing here but I'm haven't got a clue myself!"

The Tenth Doctor watched her approach them, keeping his eye firmly on his future incarnation, who was deathly pale and breathing heavily. Their eyes met, and Ten could sense that he was about to attempt something supposedly noble and selfless but incredibly stupid.

"Nice to meet you," Eleven managed, "This is Clara Oswald, and I'm-" He was about to introduce himself as someone else, John Smith perhaps, and he was going to do it for Ten. But he wouldn't let him.

"He's me, Rose." Ten looked his future self in the eye, and saw the same emotions flooding through him as he felt himself – if not, if it were possible, stronger, having been amplified by an extra four hundred years of missing her.

The Eleventh Doctor's breath hitched in his throat as Rose's mouth fell open. Their eyes met, and it was all he could do not to throw himself at her.

"I…" He sighed, "He's right. I am him. Or I was. Or he'll be me… Or something." Lame, lame, lame! He thought as Rose studied him, her eyes roaming his face, his hair, his body, before meeting his eyes again and nodding, very, very slowly.

"I know." She looked a little surprised with herself, "I… As soon as I saw you, I don't know, I could just…"

"Well, I'm glad you could…" The two of them were doing so badly at forming proper sentences that eventually, at the exact same moment, they both gave in, and rushed forward to embrace, holding each other so tightly that the three people watching them were surprised they could breathe.

"How long have you waited for me?" Rose whispered into the Eleventh Doctor's ear, "How long has it been?"

"Oh, far, far too long." Was his whispered response, and she squeezed him a little tighter, pressing a kiss behind his ear that no-one else could see before finally pulling away.

Rose wiped a tear from her cheek, smiling again as she approached Clara. "I'm sorry to be so dramatic!" She joked, clasping the other woman's hand, "It's so nice to meet you." She turned then to the final person in the room, cocked her head to one side, and exclaimed, "And another one! Are you…?"

"I came before." He smiled as he shook her hand, "And I'm terribly sorry, Miss Tyler, but I have no recollection of you whatsoever!"

"Well, you've got a lot to look forward to, is all I'll say!" Rose grinned, before turning back to face Ten.

"Alright, the reunions can wait for now. A sparkly gold light coming from my eyes in the mirror, a wormhole between parallel universes, three Doctors, three TARDISes, and," She gestured, "To top it all off, a great big threatening button… Who'd like to explain what we're here to do?"

"Well," The Tenth Doctor started, "I think I've just worked out the last piece of the puzzle. We're here to do what the Bad Wolf wanted, which is why it was so crucial that you were here." Rose narrowed her eyes, confused, and turned to Eleven for an explanation.

"The Time War Ends. That's what you said, when you were her. All that energy, all that healing…" He beamed, "Rose Tyler… Bad Wolf… We're here to save Gallifrey."