Chapter 2 - Another Doctor?

I, Mermaid, am still alive.

Sorry

After finishing up in the kitchen, the small group of two Doctors and three companions headed back into the console room.

"So have you figured out what going on?" Amy asked either Doctors, leaning up against the very techy console.

Twelve pulled the monitor towards him, and quickly read the screen, "Well, it seems that every Doctor and companion after the Time War is going to pop up sooner or later."

"So is he going to come as well?" Clara asked.

Twelve shook his head, "No, he was technically still apart of the Time War."

"Who's him?" Amy asked, slightly annoyed she wasn't involved in the loop.

"He's me, during the Time War. He's the one who ended it," Eleven said.

"He was the Doctor when it wasn't possible to get it right," Twelve added after a stern look from his current companion.

Clara then smiled warmly at the two, "So who's coming next?" she asked.

Twelve and Eleven looked at her confused, "What?" They said at the same time.

Amy rolled her eyes, catching on, "You just said that people will continue to show up, so, who's coming next?"

Eleven blushed, and scratched the side of his nose nervously, "So, um, yeah…." He grabbed the monitor and read it quickly.

"Oooh.. Embarrassed that your companions asked that before you?" Amy teased.

Eleven huffed, "No."

Amy, Rory and Clara smiled at the two Doctors, when a clanking underneath the floor drew the five time-travelers' attention.

"What was that?" Rory asked, shooting a suspicious look towards Eleven.

Eleven's eyes widened and raised his non-existent eyebrows. He exchanged a look with Twelve, but after a second, they went back to whatever they were doing.

"Aren't you going to check that out?" Amy said, confused.

Twelve shook his head, "No, not really."'

"It's just me," Eleven added.

Clara raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Oh my stars this will be fun."

"You?" Amy exclaimed, "There's even more?"

Eleven laughed, "Yes, many more of me. There are thirteen of me."

"Thirteen?" Rory yelped, "I don't think I can handle thirteen."

Suddenly a man with spiky brown hair and a brown pinstripe suit popped up and made his way into the console room. He held a rubber mallet in one hand, and a stray pole in the other. "No worries," He said casually, "There'll only be four at the most."

Clara smiled, and came over and hugged Ten, like she did with all the regenerations. Well, she had met all the regenerations, so she had an excuse.

Ten hugged Clara back, but then took a step away from her, examining her head to toe. "I remember you.. I can't quite put my finger on it. Oh!" Using the palm of his hand, Ten reached up and smacked the middle of his forehead. "That's right!"

"Do you remember now?" Clara giggled.

"Yes, actually," Ten scratched the back of his neck and let out a short laugh, "I guess with the TARDISes coming together, I'm remembering things that I shouldn't, although I can't recall every part of it."

Clara nodded, and spun around, crossing her legs in the process, "What are we doing now? Can we leave the TARDIS, or are we stuck here until everyone arrives?"

The three Doctors open their mouths to reply, but stopped.

"Well," Ten drawled, he pulled one of the screens towards him, "We could, but we would be brought right back in, in a way that's not very…" The man paused, searching for a word, "Pleasant."

"So, it's best that we don't?" Rory summed up.

"Yeah, basically," Ten gave a short laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.

"So," Clara jumped in, "you never said who was coming next."

"Right!" Eleven took the monitor from his prior regeneration and quickly read the screen. His face fell as he realized who it was.

"Donna…" All three versions of the Doctor let out identical sounds of distress.

"Donna?" All the companions echoed.

Ten let out a sigh, and ran his fingers through his hair, and Clara had to say, he looked pretty hot. "Yeah, she was the most important woman in the universe. She had a bit of Time Lord in her, on accident of course. She was the first Human-Time Lord hybrid."

Eleven scrunched up his nose, "It was burning her mind, and quiet literally. I had to erase her memories of me."

"All of them," Twelve continued, "I sent her back home, where she continued with her life as a human."

A short silence fell over the six humans and Time Lords in the room, which was broken by none other than Rory.

"Sorry to break the solemn mood, but it get's kinda creepy when you three do that, you know?" Rory said.

Amy snorted, and then to begin to full out laugh, "I love you."

Rory smirked, and kissed her on the cheek, "I know."

Clara playfully rolled her eyes, "Yeah, yeah, we all know you have a great relationship." The others took as a teasing, but Twelve saw Clara hurting from Danny's last goodbye.

"What can we do to change the order of how people come?" Amy asked, sensing a need for a new topic.

Ten sighed, his fingers going in every direction as he attempted to save Donna. "I don't know." He slammed his hands on the console, "I HATE not knowing!"

Amy, Rory and Clara all stood back awkwardly, not really knowing this regeneration.

"How would you stop that?" Twelve snapped, "You're going to give me a headache!"

Ten's gazed snapped up to meet his future regenerations, his eyes burning. "I know that Eleven over here as already forgotten how many children there were, but I didn't expect you to not care what's going to happen to Donna when she shows up." Eleven flinched when Ten brought him up, and the three companions looked at each other, confused.

"I haven't forgotten!" Twelve nearly shouted, "Each and every day, it hurts to remember what we had to do. And that pudding brain never forgot the number!"

"Then what do we do?" Ten shot back.

Twelve ran his hand across the time rotor, "The TARDIS is clever. She protects, not destroy. She'll clear Donna's mind." The older looking man glanced at his companions before continuing. "I think after a 1,000 years or so, the old girl must have figured something out."

"1,000 years?" exclaimed Ten. "I'm only 906!"

"That would me my fault." Eleven muttered.

"What?" Ten spun and gave his next regeneration a look of confusion. "What?"

Eleven bit his lip. "I just lasted longer than you."

Amy let out a laugh, but quickly tried to cover it with a cough.

Twelve shrugged, "I was 2,100 when I regenerated." He added, just to throw off Ten even more.

Ten covered his face in his hands. "So basically, I was the shortest lasting regeneration?"

At the same time, Eleven and Twelve nodded.

Groaning, Ten hit his head on the time rotor, causing Amy and Clara to laugh.

Everyone was cut off however, when the cloister bells began to go off.

"Right." Eleven clasped his hands together, and looked around. "We need a place to put Donna in case she faints." He instructed.

Clara plopped down onto a pair of seats that was next to the console. "Will this do?"

"It'll be fine." Twelve said. He turned back to the console and began to type. The three Doctors glanced at each other before Ten reached over and pulled on of the many levers on the console board.

Suddenly, a golden glow filled the console room, blinding Amy, Rory and Clara. They heard a sound like a scream and a cracking sound. When it returned to a brightness in which the humans could see, they were met with the sight of a woman with bright ginger hair, similar to Amy's, and Ten holding his hand against his bright red cheek. He had a hurt look on his face, and Eleven and Twelve were wincing as the memory surfaced.

"Worse than Rose's mum's!" Ten exclaimed.

Eleven let out a laugh. "You haven't felt Rivers!"

In response, Twelve shook his head, "You don't know a true slap until you make a five foot two control-freak furious."

Clara crossed her arms. "I'm not a control freak!"

"I don't care what you are!" A new voice grabbed the companions' attention. "I just want to know WHY YOU MARTIANS KIDNAPPED ME!" The three regenerations looked like they wanted to break out into toothy grins and pull Donna into a hug, but at her expression, they morphed their faces in looks of nervousness and scared.

"Donna…" Ten stepped forward, trying to calm the outraged woman down.

The ginger woman raised her hand, and Ten flinched, his hand going to his still red cheek. "You bumbling idiot!

I am deeply sorry for the wait.

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