Miss Tarae and Ganondorf were in the throne room, discussing plans. “…So…” said Miss Tarae. “…About the inherent power struggle over the Key…”
      “I was wondering how to broach that topic,” replied Ganondorf. “We obviously have our own designs, but I have armies at my command. How could YOU wrest the Key from me?”
      “Now, now,” chided Miss Tarae. “Let’s not go into spoilers. For now, let’s see how our guests are doing.” She fired up several monitors. “All right, Doctor, let’s see if you’re more coopera…Doctor?”
      “…Why did you trail off?” asked Ganondorf suspiciously.
      “Where are they?” quizzed Miss Tarae. She started checking more monitors. “Doctor, who took you out of your cell?” She then spotted the Doctor and her friends racing down the corridor with the last segment in their hands. “DOCTOOOORRR!” screamed Miss Tarae. Ganondorf turned to his forces.
      “Which of you idiots let Link in?!” he demanded.
      “B-But, he solved the gate puzzle!” whimpered the Bokoblin. “He HAS to be an ally to you!”
      “FOOLS! THOSE PUZZLES ARE WHAT ALLOW LINK TO ADAPT ON THE BATTLEFIELD! AND HE’S A BLONDE WEARING A GREEN TUNIC! HIS APPEARANCE HASN’T CHANGED!”
      “Stop them, you IDIOTS!” shouted Miss Tarae. “Do NOT let them reach the blue box!”
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      “WHO’S THE ASS WHO SOUNDED THE ALARM?!” yelped William as he dodged a Bokoblin’s flaming spear.
      “Miss Tarae set up security cameras along the walls,” replied Rassilon as she overturned a table and shoved it into a Moblin. “See those green things on the walls?”
      “At this stage in Hyrule’s development?!” protested the Doctor.
      “Oh, lovely!” complained Link. “Ganondorf’s discovered that technology! Must have had help from a Yiga Clan spy in Purah’s workforce!”
      “…You…know what-?” Amy’s question stopped when she saw something blue and familiar! “THE TARDIS! OVER THERE!”
      “QUICKLY! INSIDE!” ordered the Doctor as she got the TARDIS key out of her pocket.
      “We can’t all fit in that tiny-!” The Doctor opened the door and pulled Link inside. Link goggled when he saw the interior. “…Box?” he finished. “…Is this…? I mean, are we-?!”
      “Time and Relative Dimensions in Space,” said the Doctor. “The TARDIS! Designed by Rassilon over there!”
      “Well, I had help,” replied Rassilon.
      “…It’s like a Zonai Shrine!” said Link.
      “…Sorry?” asked the Doctor.
      “Yeah! The Zonai made shrines that took you into another dimension!” explained Link. “Is this another-?!”
      “You mean the Zonai engineered dimensions too?!” complained Rassilon. The TARDIS then shook.
      “What’s going on?!” yelped Link. William checked the scanner.
      “Hoo boy!” he said. “We’ve got uglies outside with Ganondorf firing purple fireballs!”
      “Don’t panic, the TARDIS is virtually indestructible!” replied the Doctor.
      “‘Virtually’ being the active word here!” said Rassilon. The Time Rotor then moved.
      “And that would be the HADS kicking in,” sighed the Doctor.
      “HADS?” asked Amy.
      “Hostile Action Displacement System,” explained Rassilon. “If a TARDIS is facing enough force that can destroy it, it will simply move to a relatively safer location with all defenses switched on.” The Doctor checked the console.
      “And the safer location,” she reported, “happens to be on the Inner Wall of Hyrule Castle. William, the segments we have, please?”
      “Got it!” William went to a nearby room and retrieved the segments. Once William returned, Link pulled out the segment that was Zelda.
      “All right, we need to assemble all six segments and stick the tracer into the completed Key,” instructed the Doctor.
      “Leave that to me,” said Link.
      “Seriously, do leave it to him, Doctor,” suggested Rassilon. “He’s good at puzzles.”
      “…All right, Link. It’s your show.” Link nodded and quickly assembled the segments into a perfect crystal cube with the tracer sticking out of the top.
      “Done and done!” he said.
      “Good work, Link!” praised Amy.
      “Excellent!” sighed Rassilon. “Time to get this to the Black Guardian?”
      “…Why the Black Guardian?” asked the Doctor.
      “…That’s who assigned me this quest, remember?” replied Rassilon.
      “But we have the Key to Time,” remarked the Doctor. “We have the power to do anything we like. …Absolute power over every particle in the universe…everything that has ever existed or ever will exist.” Now her friends were getting worried.
      “Doctor…” said William.
      “As of this moment…are you listening to me?” continued the Doctor.
      “Y-Yes,” said a terrified Amy. The Doctor then suddenly grabbed the hedgehog girl by the shoulders, a crazed look in her eyes!
      “Of course, if you’re not listening, I can make you listen!” hissed the Doctor. “I can make anyone do anything!” Her eyes were rolling into the back of her head with the pleasure of power at her fingertips! “From this moment onwards, there’s no such thing as free will in the entire universe! There’s only MY will…because I possess the KEY TO TIME!” During the Doctor’s rant, Link reached for his sword as Rassilon opened a drawer in the console, reaching for a mallet.
      “Doctor, you’re spouting the same nonsense Miss Tarae would speak if she got ahold of it!” warned Rassilon. “The same nonsense I spouted during the Time War!”
      “Well, I had to,” replied the Doctor, her demeanor changing at the speed of light! “Imagine if I really WAS that power-hungry, or if you still were.” Everyone’s mood went from concern to annoyance. Rassilon smacked the Doctor upside the head with enough force to knock her hat off!
      “Don’t scare us like that!” protested William. “Most of us have only one heart here! We can’t afford a heart attack like you and Rassilon can!”
      “So, the real plan?” asked Link.
      “We have to use this Key to restore the balance ourselves,” replied the Doctor. “Can you imagine what would happen if the Black Guardian got ahold of it?”
      “Not really, but nothing good can come of that,” remarked William. Amy then saw something on the scanner.
      “…Doctor, there’s a blonde lady in black Time Lord robes outside the TARDIS,” she said. Rassilon froze in fear!
      “The Black Guardian!” she whispered. “She’s here!” The Doctor headed to the scanner and flicked a switch.
      “Well, well, well!” she said. “It’s been a long time since we last met. When was it, when you had a bird on your head and tried to have Turlough kill me?”
      “Enough with the pleasantries, Doctor!” hissed the Black Guardian. “I know you helped my slave gather the Key to Time for me! Lower the TARDIS’ defenses and give me the Key or I shall pick it out of the wreckage!”
      “You really intend to restore balance, then?” asked the Doctor.
      “Naturally! Entropy must accelerate according to MY whims! Not the whims of ants like those humans you seem to have an affinity for!”
      “And the segments of the Key?”
      “I will have no further use of the Key! It will be dispersed and scattered across time and space!”
      “And the items and people?”
      “Yes, yes, they shall be restored! Now surrender the Key!”
      “…One second,” replied the Doctor. “I must test it.” The Doctor turned to the Key. “Key to Time, I command you…to stay where you are while I let her in!”
      “WHAT?!” yelped everyone. Rassilon saw what the Doctor was doing.
      “Doctor, you’re lowering the TARDIS’ defenses!” she protested.
      “Are you really rolling out the carpet for someone that’s supposed to be evil incarnate?!” yelped Amy.
      “Why, Miss Rose, Rassilon, you two are color-blind!” chuckled the Doctor. “Unable to tell the difference between black…and white!” The Doctor snapped her fingers and the TARDIS doors opened. A bright light then flooded the console room from outside.
      “MY EYES!” cried Link.
      “WHO REMADE THE FIZZGIG?!” shouted William. The woman then stepped into the TARDIS…and her robes went from jet-black to sheet white while her skin and hair’s melanin increased to give her African features.
      “My congratulations for seeing through my little deception, Doctor,” said the woman kindly. “It turns out you’re still able to tell the difference between me and my black sister.”
      “W-Wait a minute,” said William. “What’s going on?”
      “The REAL Black Guardian wouldn’t care about Zelda’s life or getting rid of the Key when she was done with it,” explained the Doctor. “Nor would she care about the balance of the universe. She’d hold onto the Key and accelerate the stagnation of order to make way for perpetual chaos.”
      “Then, it WASN’T the Black Guardian that put me on this quest?” asked Rassilon.
      “No, Rassilon,” replied the White Guardian. “It was me disguised as my sister.”
      “…Why me?” asked Rassilon.
      “Because you have a long labor to perform,” explained the White Guardian. “But I needed to make sure you were humble enough to do it. That’s why I gave you a quest that required the Doctor’s help. You needed to learn from her how not to be a power-mad dictator like you were during the Time War.”
      “A labor?” asked Rassilon. “What’s that?”
      “With Tecteun gone, your planet can be restored.” The Doctor and Rassilon’s eyes widened.
      “…Restored?” whispered the Doctor. “The Time Lords? …B-But they-!”
      “Miss Tarae didn’t purge the Matrix of previous Time Lords,” realized Rassilon. “…Connect the Matrix to the Looms again…”
      “…Gallifrey can be restored!” A happy tear rolled down the Doctor’s cheek. She looked at the White Guardian. “It’s your show right now, Ma’am,” she said.
      “Key to Time,” said the White Guardian, “I command you to stop the universe for a bit, reset the balance between order and chaos, then disperse yourself to six new corners of time and space, restoring that which your segments once were.” The Key floated into the air, everything then stopped, then the Key exploded into its six segments, vanishing into time and space. Once that was done, Zelda faded into the console room. Link gasped.
      “Z-Zelda!” he whispered.
      “I told you I’d be back, Link,” replied Zelda. The two Hylians then kissed as the White Guardian faded away.
      “…I won’t lose you again!” promised Link.
      “…I think I’d better take some self-defense classes, then,” mused Zelda. “…Until then…perhaps that cute Gerudo outfit could grace my chambers?” Link grinned.
      “As you wish, your Highness,” he replied.
      “Oh, good grief!” complained the Doctor. “And I thought the Ponds got freaky in their bedroom.”
      “Link, Zelda,” called Amy, “you sure you don’t want one trip?”
      “Oi! My TARDIS!” protested the Doctor.
      “…No thank you,” said Link.
      “I think we’ll stick to present-day Hyrule,” said Zelda. “Goodbye, Doctor. And thank you.” The two Hylians left.
      “…Well, Rassilon,” mused the Doctor, “going to take up your position as President of the Time Lords again?”
      “…Not this time. Gallifrey will someone more free-thinking,” said Rassilon. “I’m going to retire from public life. Time for the Madness of Rassilon to be consigned to our planet’s history, as it should, with every act discussed in the Academy.”
      “Then there’s one more stop on this trip,” declared the Doctor. “You don’t mind if I bring Amy and William along, do you?”
      “Does this mean my exile is lifted, Doctor?”
      “I think you’ve learned your lesson, Rassilon.”
      “…Dr. William Davies, Miss Amy Rose, you two are cordially invited to come to Gallifrey, such as it is right now,” said Rassilon.
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      On a distant world, far off the edge of time and space where only time-travel capable people could access, the ruins of a citadel stood. The main citadel was suspended over a pit with a broken glass dome while buildings lined the edge of the pit. There was no noise except the wind. …Right up until the TARDIS announced its arrival in the usual manner. Once it fully materialized, everyone stepped out. Amy and William, still taking into account that this was after a massive war and Miss Tarae’s machinations, gasped in surprise and wonder. “So…this is…” whispered William.
      “Gallifrey,” replied the Doctor. “Specifically, the Citadel of the Time Lords in between the mountains of solace and solitude on the continent of Wild Endeavor.”
      “It was here that I founded Time Lord Society,” said Rassilon, “here that Gallifrey had its final battle with the Daleks, here that Miss Tarae destroyed what was initially rebuilt…and it is here I shall restore the Time Lords and pass on the lessons you taught me, Doctor. I swear, this won’t be the stuffy Gallifrey you and your granddaughter ran away from. It shall be as fluid as Earth.”
      “…I’m going to hold you to that, Rassilon,” chuckled the Doctor.
      “…I guess this was it, huh?” asked Amy. “The Doctor once said Gallifrey was off-limits to non-Time Lords.”
      “…Tell you what, any non-Time Lords that are friends of Time Lords can come see it,” decided Rassilon. “You’ll see Gallifrey restored to a new glory, one that isn’t so stuffy!”
      “You call if you need help, all right?” said the Doctor. “Video or telepathic makes no difference. …Goodbye, Rassilon. And good luck.”
      “It was nice seeing you, Rassilon,” said Amy, “even with the rough start.”
      “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but thanks for roping us into that quest,” chuckled William. The trio then reentered the TARDIS and it took off.
      “…Goodbye, everyone,” said Rassilon. “…Right. Better get to work.”
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      The Doctor fiddled with the console controls as the Time Rotor moved up and down as usual. “So,” she said, “where to next? The Eye of Orion? The Moons of Kaska VII? Ooh! Raxacoricofallapatorius! You’d love that!”
      “…I was thinking…Earth,” said William. “June. 2025. Outside Avengers’ Tower.” The Doctor’s hand stopped.
      “…Why?” she asked, though she guessed the answer and so did Amy.
      “William, are you…?” asked Amy.
      “It’s time for me to leave,” explained William. “I need to help guide Earth to the future of the 30th century, hell, to the point where we have a colony that produces YOU, Amy.”
      “…I…I see,” muttered the Doctor.
      “I won’t tell anyone about the future,” promised William, “but I can at least guide them to it, help Earth with the growing pains.” The Doctor stepped to William…then brought him into a hug.
      “…It’s been great travelling with you, William,” she said. “I’m so glad you could join me, even after that mess with Dr. Doom and Loki.”
      “…You’re not gonna forget us, are you?” asked Amy, her eyes welling with tears as she joined in the hug.
      “Not in a million years,” promised William. “As long as you guys don’t forget me.”
      “Never,” promised the Doctor.
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      Clint Barton and Natasha Romanov were in the Avengers’ training room, working on their usual skills. As they trained, a noise they heard five months ago filled the air. “Is that the-?” asked Natasha. The TARDIS then appeared just as an arrow flew through the air. The arrow embedded itself into the door!
      “Computer, cut training!” called Clint. The room switched off as the TARDIS door opened, revealing a very annoyed Doctor and William.
      “First Lady Peinforte, then Queen Elizabeth I’s guards, now YOU, Hawkeye?! Is there a bullseye on the door?!” snapped the Doctor.
      “Looks like your coordinates slipped a little, Doctor,” remarked William.
      “Is there trouble again?” asked Natasha.
      “Nope, just coming home after a fun ride with the Doctor,” replied William. He turned back to the Doctor as she removed the arrow from her door. “See you later, Doctor! And do let me know if and when you regenerate, okay?”
      “Will do, William!” replied the Doctor. “And make your life the best one!” She returned to the TARDIS and it took off again.
      “…Still missed my chance,” muttered Hawkeye.
      “Maybe later,” chuckled Natasha. “So, Dr. Davies, what sights did you see?”
      “Hoo boy, do I have stories!” cackled William.
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      Inside the TARDIS, Amy sat in one of the chairs as the Doctor worked the console. “He’ll keep his promises of not revealing the future,” remarked the Doctor. “I might check on him from time to time.”
      “…You’re sure?” asked Amy. “I couldn’t imagine keeping track of all my friends if I lived as long as you. I’m sure to forget.”
      “…I can’t forget my companions, Amy. …I won’t.” The Doctor sat down next to her.
      “Doctor, can you even remember your family? And I mean the one that made you into what you are, not Rassilon’s old friend.”
      “Oh, I remember both when I want to. And that's the point, really. I have to really want to, to bring them back in front of my eyes. The rest of the time they sleep in my mind, and I forget. And so will you. Oh yes, you will. You'll find there's so much else to think about. So, remember, our lives are different to anybody else's. That's the exciting thing. There's nobody in the universe that can do what we're doing. …Now, come on. Where shall we go?”
      “…How about…one of the worlds out there where the sky is burning, and the sea’s asleep, and the rivers dream; people made of smoke and cities made of song. Somewhere there’s danger, somewhere there’s injustice.”
      “And somewhere else the tea’s getting cold!” finished the Doctor as both she and Amy stood up, grinning.
      “Come on, Doctor! We’ve got work to do!” declared Amy. The Doctor fiddled with the controls once again, letting Amy pull a few levers and press a few buttons. Deep in the heart of the TARDIS, the old time machine chuckled to itself, happy that its pilot was happy.