A/N - Welcome to the 50th Anniversary Special! I am so excited for you guys to read this! As a celebration of a year of me posting these stories, the next chapter will be the day after Christmas. This one will contain my biggest reveal so far.

The Doctor and Elise sat in the TARDIS.

"Remind me again why we're parked here," Elise said.

There was a honk and the TARDIS doors opened, Clara driving in on her motorcycle.

Elise rushed over to it. "This is gorgeous! Much better than my Vespa."

"Oi!" the Doctor snapped. The Doctor ignored Clara and simply said, "Draft."

Clara clicked her fingers and the doors closed. It still surprised Elise, but apparently it had something to do with Clara stepping into his time stream.

"Fancy a week in ancient Mesopotamia followed by future Mars?" the Doctor asked her.

"Will there be cocktails?"

The Doctor stood up and took off his glasses. He'd been reading a book on Quantum Physics for some reason. "On the Moon."

Clara nodded. "The Moon'll do."

The two of them laughed and the Doctor hugged her, spinning her around. "How's the new job? Teach anything good?"

"No. Learn anything?"

"Not a thing."

They high fived with both hands and an alert went off on the TARDIS monitor.

"What's happening?" Clara asked.

The TARDIS shuddered.

"Whoa, whoa. We're taking off, but the engines aren't going." The Doctor grabbed for the phone outside the TARDIS.

"Why don't you have one on the console anymore!" Elise yelled over the sound of the wind.

"Kate! No kidding!" the Doctor yelled. He held out the phone into the wind so she could hear the helicopter carrying the TARDIS.

The helicopter banked hard, sending the Doctor out of the TARDIS.

"Doctor!"

"Dad!"

Clara and Elise grabbed onto him.

"Next time, would it kill you to knock?" the Doctor yelled, "Whoa! I'm just going to pop you on hold." He let go of the phone and was now holding onto the bottom of the TARDIS.

"You are determined to make me regenerate today!" Elise yelled at him.

The TARDIS landed safely in Trafalgar Square.

The Doctor saluted Kate and the rest of UNIT. "Why am I saluting?" the Doctor asked. He lowered his hand.

"Doctor, as Chief Scientific Officer, may I extend the official apologies of UNIT..." Kate started.

"Kate Lethbridge Stewart, a word to the wise. As I'm sure your father would have told you, I don't like being picked up."

Elise and Clara hopped down from the TARDIS and walked towards Kate and a girl with a long multi-colored scarf that Elise had seen hanging in the TARDIS wardrobe one day.

"That probably sounded better in his head," Clara told her.

"Elise, I see you've regenerated," Kate said, "We'll have to update your file. As for why you're here, I'm acting on instructions direct from the throne." Kate held out a letter. "Sealed orders from her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth the First."

"The Queen? The First? Sorry, Elizabeth the First?" Clara asked.

"Her credentials are inside," Kate told them. The Doctor was about to open the letter, but Kate pointed behind them. "No. Inside."

The Doctor turned to the girl with Kate and said, "Nice scarf."

Clara, Elise, and the Doctor walked past them towards the National Gallery.

"Did you know her, Elizabeth the First?" Clara asked.

"Another one your wives?" Elise teased.

"Unified Intelligence Task Force," the Doctor said, ignoring both questions.

"Sorry?" Clara asked.

"This lot. UNIT. They investigate alien stuff. Anything alien."

"What, like you?"

"I work for them."

"You have a job?" Elise and Clara asked.

"Why shouldn't I have a job? I'd be brilliant at having a job."

Elise rolled her eyes. "The last time you had a job, it was in the toy department of a department store."

"You don't have a job," Clara said.

"I do. This is my job. I'm doing it now."

"You never have a job."

"I do. I do."

They walked up to a painting and the soldiers uncovered it.

Elise gasped.

"Elizabeth's credentials, Doctor," Kate told them.

"But, but that's not possible," Clara said.

"No More," the Doctor said.

"That's the title," Kate said.

"I know the title."

"Also known as Gallifrey Falls."

"This painting doesn't belong here, not in this time or place."

"Obviously," Clara said.

Elise stepped up to the painting. "It's...it's the fall of Arcadia. Gallifrey's second city."

"But how is it doing that?" Clara asked, "How is that possible? It's an oil painting in 3D." Clara examined the painting; Elise frozen beside her.

"Time Lord art. Bigger on the inside. A slice of real time, frozen," the Doctor explained.

"Elizabeth said was given to her by a very important person. She was told that it needed to be shown to you at this exact moment."

The Doctor took Clara and Elise's hands in his.

"You okay?" Clara asked.

"He was there," he told her.

"Who was?"

"Me. The other me. The one I don't talk about."

"I don't understand."

"I've had many faces, many lives. I don't admit to all of them. There's one life I've tried very hard to forget. He was the Doctor who fought in the Time War, and that was the day he did it. The day I did it. The day he killed them all. The last day of the Time War. The war to end all wars between my people and the Daleks. And in that battle there was a man with more blood on his hands than any other, a man who would commit a crime that would silence the universe. And that man was me."

Elise ripped her hand out of the Doctor's and stormed away.

He ran after her. "Elise, wait!" He grabbed her wrist.

"Take your hands off of me!"

The Doctor let go and backed away.

Her face was flushed and he could tell she was trying really hard not to cry. "I can't do this. This is too much." Memories flashed in her mind. Ones she'd tried so hard to forget.

"It'll be okay. It's over. It's already happened and you survived it. Because that's who you are. My little Survivor."

Elise sniffled and got a hold of herself.

The Doctor led her back over to the painting.

"But the Time War's over. Why have you brought us here to look at a painting?" Clara asked.

"The painting only serves as Elizabeth's credentials, proof that the letter is from her. It's not why you're here," Kate said.

The Doctor opened the letter and read it quickly. "What happened?"

"Easier to show you." Kate led them out of the gallery.

They walked into another room and a metal wall came down behind them.

Elise gasped and jumped.

The Doctor hushed her gently. He had a feeling she'd be on edge the whole day.

They approached a painting of Elizabeth I and the Doctor.

"It's you," Elise said.

"Elizabeth the First. You knew her, then?" Clara asked.

"A long time ago," the Doctor said.

Kate sung the portrait open, revealing a door. "This way. Welcome to the Under Gallery. This is where Elizabeth the First kept all art deemed too dangerous for public consumption."

The Doctor scooped up some of the sand on the floor. "Stone dust."

"Is it important?" Kate asked.

"In twelve hundred years I've never stepped in anything that wasn't."

The girl with Kate made a wheezing noise and the Doctor turned to her.

"Oi, you. Are you sciency?" he asked.

"Oh, er, well, er, yes."

"Got a name?"

"Yes."

"Good. I've always wanted to meet someone called Yes. Now, I want this stone dust analyzed." He put it in her hand. "And I want a report in triplicate, with lots of graphs and diagrams and complicated sums on my desk, tomorrow morning, ASAP, pronto, LOL. See? Job."

He turned to Kate and snapped his fingers. "Do I have a desk?"

"No."

"And I want a desk."

"Get a team. Analyze the stone dust."

As they walked away, the girl wheezed.

"Inhaler!" Kate yelled.

They came across a red fez in a display case.

The Doctor took it out and put it on his head, smiling.

"Still stupid," Elise muttered.

"Still better than a fedora."

"Someday, you could just walk past a fez," Clara said.

"Never gonna happen."

They entered a gallery room filled with paintings and broken glass on the floor.

"This is why we called you in," Kate told them.

"3D again," Clara said.

"Interesting," the Doctor said.

"The broken glass?"

"No, where it's broken from." He picked up a piece of glass and looked at it. "Look at the shatter pattern. The glass on all these paintings has been broken from the inside."

"As you can see, all the paintings are landscapes. No figures of any kind," Kate said.

"So?"

"There used to be." She handed him an iPad.

The original image was of a figure in the landscape.

"Something's got out the paintings," Clara said.

"Lots of somethings. Dangerous," the Doctor said.

"This whole place has been searched. There's nothing here that shouldn't be, and nothing's got out," Kate told them.

A portal opened up in the air behind them.

"Oh no, not now," the Doctor groaned.

"Doctor, what is it?" Clara asked.

"No, not now. I'm busy."

"Is it to do with the paintings?" Kate asked.

"No, no. This is different. I remember this. Almost remember." He took off the fez and looked at it.

"Oh, of course." He turned to Elise. "This is where we come in." He threw the fez into the portal and grabbed Elise's hand.

"Geronimo!"