Alright, since Don't Forget wasn't that successful, this is a follow up to Remember Me, from the Doctor's POV. Hopefully, this'll be better.

Borrow All of Time

Chapter 1- Eleven

I was alone. Being alone is cool... Not.

I was never alone in this regeneration! I always had the Ponds! River! Clara!

No longer. Amy and Rory died. River sacrificed herself for me in the library, when I didn't even know her. Clara decided to leave me with only a note saying that it was nice traveling, but she was better off going.

"I guess it's just the two of us again," I tapped the console.

She didn't make any noise back. I started walking around.

"You know, it'd be great if you could run me into something exciting. Maybe find a living Time Lord that's not the Master. Someone I like. Or something I haven't seen in a while! No daleks, though. Getting tired of them."

She started materializing. Personally, I liked the noise, but River constantly nagged me to stop leaving the breaks on, so it would be quiet.

Well, she wasn't the only one who complained to me about it. My sister constantly told me that I should just leave them off. And since Thalia was gone, probably, I should've just listened to her, to make her happy. I barely did anything for her while she was still alive.

Thalia was the middle child in our family, and out of my several siblings, my favorite. She was the smartest, the most comedic, and coolest, by far. I mean, she wore a bow tie before I even knew what they were. She cared about me more than anyone else ever did. Not even any companions could compare to her. She said she always kept an eye on me to make sure that I didn't get into too deep of trouble... Until the war.

When I got to Gallifrey in my eighth regeneration, the Time War had already started. She found me before I could even think about finding her. I knew I was going to have to destroy Gallifrey totally, but I also knew that she couldn't just die. I didn't want to be the last living Time Lord. I found a more modern TARDIS that actually worked and gave it to her. But there was one problem: I wouldn't find her ever again. She was on her thirteenth and final regeneration.

Maybe she didn't die as often as I did, though. "D'you think we could find Thalia?"

She vworped back. I took it as an "are you crazy?"

"Hey, you never know. Come on, now, let's just give it a try."

She jerked forward. I stumbled, falling onto the monitor, but pushed myself up. I didn't damage it.

"Could you be any less careful?"

Vworp. I didn't know how to take that one. I lost focus of that when the monitor suddenly turned on. The screen was plain white at first, but words in someone's handwriting were starting to show up.

I will borrow all of time to save the world. I will borrow all of time to save the world. I will borrow all of time... It repeated until it filled the whole screen.

"Borrow all of time...?" I asked out loud. "You can't borrow time-"

The words turned into circular Gallifreyan. I squinted to see clearly and translated in my mind.

"'I will borrow all of the Doctor to save the world'? What's that supposed to mean?" I walked around the console. I fell again when I felt something hit the side of the TARDIS. I stayed on the floor, too irked with the TARDIS to face her.

"Oi, sorry about that one."

Who the hell...? I looked up. Oh, nothing more than a ginger man, a little bit taller than me, in a green polo shirt, black jacket, and formal trousers and shoes. But... "How'd you get in here?"

He ran over to me, looking excited. He pulled me up by my shoulders and started playing around with my bowtie. "Oh," he held onto the word for a while.

The playing was getting annoying. I slapped his hand. "Stop it."

He shook out the hand and looked around the console room. Next thing I knew, he was in the chair by the monitor. "I feel at home..."

"Yeah, well, this is my home. My TARDIS; mine."

"Oi," his face turned slightly offended. "Greedy, are we?"

"No, it's just... You... You crashed into my TARDIS."

"Yours."

"Yes! Mine only!"

He shrugged and something hit us from three sides, sending us to the one where he came from. "Gah..."

"How many times will something come attack me today-?"

"Oh, hello!" my voice called. Well, not really mine. My tenth regeneration's.

Both of us looked up. I was in my usual brown pinstripe suit. He wasn't looking at us- there were two others. My fifth and eighth regenerations.

"Who's he?" my eighth asked.

"He's me," Five (yeah, that'll do) smiled.

"But I'm you!"

"No, you're not."

"Hi!" I and the other one said and waved at the same time.

They all looked at us. "Hello," Ten (it works) came over. "The Doctor. So-"

"I know," the other guy told him.

"... So who are you?"

He stood up and pointed at Five. "You're the fifth regeneration of the Doctor."

"Yes, I am..."

Next, Eight. "And you're the eighth Doctor."

"That's right."

"You're the tenth."

Ten raised his eyebrows. "How do you know?"

He grabbed me up by my bow tie. "This is the eleventh Doctor. I, well, am the twelfth Doctor."

My jaw dropped. "You're me?"

"Yes!"

"I... I'm ginger!"

"Yes!" Twelve smiled at me.

The other regenerations stared at him. Too much attention on the future me! "Ten, you!" I called. "Remember River, from the library?"

"Yeah, who is she?" he put his hands on his hips.

"She's my wife."

He went red. "She's our wife?"

"Wife?" Five sounded disgusted.

"Yeah, you get into a ton of relationships," I explained to him. "I got an archeologist and her mother."

"I got a ton of women!" Ten grinned.

Twelve beamed. "I got Donna Noble!"

"Donna?" I was confused.

"It's a long sto-"

Five just didn't get it. "Who? Why are you getting into relationships?"

Twelve pointed at Eight. "It started with him and the American. But hey, you traveled with two women at the same time. We know you had fantasies."

He stormed over to a door that led into a corridor, opened it, and stepped in. "You're all so... Strange."

Bam! He slammed the door behind him. We exchanged looks as Twelve called, "At least we're not the ones wearing a vegetable!"