Originally published by Almanorek at FanFiction.net under the Title ‘Eleven/Rose Oneshot’

This version of the text has been edited for grammar and spelling by ‘Last Centurion’. It includes
numerous small changes as well as some larger changes such as referring to the Doctors as the Meta Crisis Doctor, the Tenth Doctor’s Duplicate, and just plainly the Doctor instead of Eleven or Ten as originally written. Other changes include and increase in explicit language. I believe that these changes for the whole are better and take a decent story to an entirely different level.

In Rose’s Timeline this is set immediately after ‘Journey’s End’. In the Eleventh Doctor’s Timeline this is set immediately after ‘The Doctor’s Wife’.

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“But… What? No, that’s impossible. Why would he?…” Rose stammered, staring at the slowly materializing TARDIS that was manifesting itself mere feet away from where it had left minutes ago. She grasped the Meta-Crisis Doctor’s hand tightly, anxious and confused.

The blue police box turned quiet. The turning of a lock was heard, and Eleventh Doctor stepped out of it, adjusting his bow tie, with a grin on his face. “Rose Tyler! Wonderful to see you. You don’t look a day older than when I left. Come to think of it, neither do I. You’re… Also wearing the same clothes. Interesting. And…” He turned his head to his right. “The indent that the TARDIS made in the sand is still here. Rose, how long have I been gone, exactly?”

“About three minutes, give or take. It’s quite odd, really. You made a big speech and basically said I’d never see you again. That is you, right, Doctor?”

“Three minutes?!” The voice came from inside the TARDIS. Amy stormed out, an angry look on her face. “You leave a little girl waiting outside of her house for a crazy man in a box and don’t come back for a decade, but you can hop across universes and return to your girlfriend after being gone for three minutes?”

Eleven took a step back, then quickly recovered. “Ah, yes, Rose Tyler, meet Amy Pond. Amy Pond, Rose Tyler. Do try and get along. Maybe you can bond over a mutual, irrational, ludicrous hatred of bow ties.”

The Tenth Doctor’s Duplicate had a bewildered look on his face. “How exactly did you get here? You can’t travel between parallel worlds like this. The void isn’t meant to be crossed.”

Eleven broke out into a large smile. “Ah, yes, well, the void wasn’t crossed. During our travels I received a psychic distress beacon, which led me to a pocket universe that fed on TARDIS’. Long story short, that universe is equidistant from our original one, and this one. Our TARDIS, long story short, informed me of this when Pond here saw me, erm, a bit sullen, and suggested that we try and reunite, ‘after all this time’.”

Amy crossed her arms. “I expected two years of difference, not three minutes.”

“Yes, but now we have two Doctors and one Rose, me. How exactly are we going to deal with this?” Ten took a step closer to Rose and put an arm around her shoulder.

Eleven rubbed his hands together with anticipation. “Ah, yes, see, wonderful thing about that. Turns out that Donna, your Time Lord-y other half, was keeping you ‘stable’ so to speak. Not that you’d fall apart into ectoplasmic goo, or anything like that, but you’re sort of like a drawing without an outline at this point. No harm done until someone comes along…” He walked forward, and placed a hand on Ten’s temple. “And mixes the colors…”

The light of regeneration began to pour out of the Meta-Crisis Doctor. It burned jets of flame into the air, which curved and began to flow into the Eleventh. Rose stepped back, bordering on horror, as her Doctor’s duplicate melted away, leaving only one Doctor where there was once two. Eleven stretched and yawned, emitting a few crackling noises as he twisted. Rose ran forward and grabbed him by his tweed jacket. “The thing. The thing you said three minutes before. Does it need saying?”

The Doctor placed his hands on Rose’s hips, the fire of love rekindled in his eyes.