A/N - I really love this chapter. I hope you do too!

They went back to their respective TARDIS' and sent a message to the High Council.

It read "Gallifrey Stands".

The High Council chamber popped up on their screens.

"Hello, hello, Gallifrey High Command, this is the Doctor speaking," the Doctor said.

"Hello! Also the Doctor. Can you hear me?" Ten asked.

"Also the Doctor, standing ready," the older Doctor said.

"Dear God, three of them. All my worst nightmares at once," High Council members said.

"General, we have a plan..." Ten started.

"We should point at this moment, it is a fairly terrible plan..." the Doctor said.

"And almost certainly won't work."

"I was happy with fairly terrible."

"Sorry, just thinking out loud."

"We're flying our three TARDIS's into your lower atmosphere."

"We're positioned at equidistant intervals around the globe. Equidistant. So grown up."

Elise giggled, happy that the two versions of her father were finally getting along.

"We're just about ready to do it," the older Doctor said.

"Ready to do what?" the General asked.

"We're going to freeze Gallifrey," the Doctor told him.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Using our TARDIS's, we're going to freeze Gallifrey in a single moment in time," Ten said.

"You know, like those stasis cubes? A single moment in time, held in a parallel pocket universe," the older Doctor explained.

"Except we're going to do it to a whole planet," the Doctor said.

"And all the people on it," Ten added.

"What? Even if that were possible, which it isn't, why would you do such a thing?" the General asked.

"Because the alternative is burning," the Doctor said.

"And I've seen that," Ten said.

The Doctor looked at Elise, who stood next to him. "And we never want to see it again."

"We'd be lost in another universe, frozen in a single moment. We'd have nothing," the General told them.

"You would have hope. And right now, that is exactly what you don't have," the Doctor said.

"It's delusional. The calculations alone would take hundreds of years."

"Oh, hundreds and hundreds."

"But don't worry, I started a very long time ago," Ten told them.

An older, much older, Doctor's voice was heard. "Calling the War Council of Gallifrey. This is the Doctor."

"You might say I've been doing this all my lives," the Doctor said.

One by one, new voices were heard. Voices from the Doctor's younger incarnations.

"Good luck."

"Standing by."

"Ready."

"Commencing calculations."

"Soon be there."

"Across the boundaries that divide one universe from another."

"Just got to lock on to his coordinates."

"And for my next trick..."

"I didn't know when I was well off. All twelve of them!" the General groaned.

"No, sir. All thirteen!" his second in command said, "Sir! The Daleks know that something is happening. They're increasing their fire power."

"Do it, Doctor. Just do it. Do it!"

Elise looked in on the High Council chamber and recognized one of them. "Father?"

The Timelord spoke her true name and Elise flinched.

"That isn't my name anymore," she spat.

"You can deny it all you want, but you will always be my daughter."

"See, there's where you're wrong. When a Timelord graduates the Academy, they choose a name. That name is a promise. Well guess what? I'm of age and I choose the name Elise Amelia Smith. Because I am the Doctor's daughter and I always will be."

Even though she couldn't see it, three versions of the Doctor were smiling with pride at her. One who had no idea who she was, one she'd met apparently, and the one who was responsible for raising her.

"I look forward to running away from Gallifrey." She grabbed the lever and flipped it shouting, "Geronimo!"

"Allons-y!" Ten yelled.

"Oh, for God's sake," the older Doctor groaned, "Gallifrey stands!"

They returned to the National Gallery for a good cup of tea before saying goodbye.

Clara sat on the bench with the older Doctor, while Elise, Ten, and the Doctor stood in front of "Gallifrey Falls." Both Doctors were wearing their glasses.

"I don't suppose we'll know if we actually succeeded. But at worst, we failed doing the right thing, as opposed to succeeding in doing the wrong," the older Doctor said.

"Life and soul, you are," Clara quipped.

"What is it actually called?" Ten asked.

"Well, there's some debate. Either No More or Gallifrey Falls," the Doctor said.

"Not very encouraging," the older Doctor commented.

"How did it get here?" Ten asked.

"No idea," the Doctor said.

"There's always something we don't know, isn't there?"

"One should certainly hope so," the older Doctor said. He stood up. "Well, gentlemen, it has been an honor and a privilege."

"Likewise," Ten told him.

The Doctor nodded his head. "Doctor."

The older Doctor turned to Clara. "And if I grow to be half the man that you are, Clara Oswald, I shall be happy indeed."

"That's right. Aim high." Clara kissed him on the cheek and the older Doctor approached Elise.

"You are an exceptional woman. He should be proud of the way he raised you." The War Doctor gently kissed her forehead and Elise hugged him.

She wished she could take away all his pain. "It's been an honor meeting you. They shouldn't be ashamed of you. I'm not."

"Thank you, my dear." He looked at his older incarnations. "I won't remember this, will I?"

"The time streams are out of sync. You can't retain it, no," the Doctor told him.

"So I won't remember that I tried to save Gallifrey rather than burn it. I'll have to live with that. But for now, for this moment, I am the Doctor again. Thank you." He turned to look at the TARDIS'. "Which one is mine?"

Everyone looked at the war-torn TARDIS.

"Ha!" He went inside and the TARDIS dematerialized.

"I won't remember either, so you might as well tell me," Ten said.

"Tell you what?" the Doctor asked.

"Where it is we're going that you don't want to talk about."

"I saw Trenzalore, where we're buried. We die in battle among millions."

"That's not how it's supposed to be."

"That's how the story ends. Nothing we can do about it. Trenzalore is where you're going."

"Oh, never say nothing. Anyway, good to know my future is in safe hands. Keep a tight hold on it, Clara."

"On it." Clara stood up and Ten kissed her hand.

He started to go into his TARDIS when Elise grabbed onto his coat.

"Wait."

Ten turned to her. "We'll meet again. Don't you worry".

"But not like this. We'll be back at the beginning".

Ten smiled and put his hand on her cheek as he kissed her forehead. "Saving you is the single greatest thing I'll ever do. You are beautiful and clever and so, so brave. He's lucky to have you and I'm proud of you. So proud of you".

Elise smiled through her tears as he opened the door to his TARDIS.

"Trenzalore. We need a new destination, because I don't want to go."

Those words caused a pang in Elise's hearts. Those were the last words he ever spoke before regenerating.

His TARDIS dematerialized, leaving one TARDIS left.

"He always says that," the Doctor said. He walked up to the painting.

"Need a moment alone with your painting?" Clara asked.

"How did you know?"

"Those big sad eyes."

"Ah."

Clara put a hand on his face and kissed his cheek. "I always know. Oh, by the way, there was an old man looking for you. I think it was the curator."

Elise stared at the painting for a moment longer, before turning to go back into the TARDIS.

"He's me, you know?" the Doctor said.

She looked at him. "I know. I only see you, no matter what face you have." She went inside, leaving the Doctor alone.

He sat down on the bench in front of the painting. "I could be a curator. I'd be great at curating. I'd be the Great Curator. I could retire and do that. I could retire and be the curator of this place."

"You know, I really think you might." An older man entered the gallery.

The Doctor stood up. "I never forget a face."

"I know you don't. And in years to come, you might find yourself revisiting a few. But just the old favorites, eh?"

The Doctor winked at him.

"You were curious about this painting, I think. I acquired it in remarkable circumstances. What do you make of the title?" the curator asked.

"Which title? There's two. No More or Gallifrey Falls."

"Oh, you see, that's where everybody's wrong. It's all one title. Gallifrey Falls No More. Now, what would you think that means, eh?"

"That Gallifrey didn't fall. It worked. It's still out there."

"I'm only a humble curator. I'm sure I wouldn't know."

"Then where is it?"

"Where is it indeed? Lost. Shush. Perhaps. Things do get lost, you know. And now you must excuse me. Oh, you have a lot to do."

"Do I? Is that what I'm supposed to do now? Go looking for Gallifrey?"

"Oh, it's entirely up to you. Your choice, eh? I can only tell you what I would do if I were you. Oh, if I were you. Oh, perhaps I was you, of course. Or perhaps you are me. Congratulations."

They shook hands.

"Thank you very much."

"Or perhaps it doesn't matter either way. Who knows, eh? Who knows?"

The curator left the gallery and not a second later, a small girl came running in.

"Grandpa!"

"Clarice!" A woman with blonde hair came running in after her. "I'm so sorry about that", she said. The woman had an American accent. Something the Doctor didn't hear very often.

The Doctor smiled. "It's no problem", he told her.

"He looks like grandpa when he was younger", Clarice said.

"He does doesn't he?" the woman said, with a twinkle in her eye, "Now come along, darling".

"Bye!" Clarice said and ran out of the exhibit.

"I'm sorry again. She's a bit excitable at times. Reminds me so much of my father", she told him.

"It's really no trouble. I love children."

The woman looked at the painting. "Interesting, isn't it?"

"Yeah."

"Funny. It looks like somewhere I know. Somewhere from a dream."

"Who are you if I may ask?" She had to be part of UNIT to even access this gallery.

She gave him a coy smile. "The Curator's daughter."

The Doctor's mind started racing as she walked off. Was she...? But then that would make the little girl...

He looked back the painting.

Oh, he was going to be busy indeed.