Hey my first (albeit badly written) Doctor Who fic. Be gentle….nah claw my eyes out if you have to. Most of this is based on stuff I've gotten up to with my brother and cousins, hey when you're one of 10 grandchildren, there's bound to be ensuring craziness every time the family meets up

It was the annual meeting of the doctor's, a tradition the first had started by having a coffee by himself on June 23rd every year. Nobody was entirely sure why the first doctor had picked the date, but they all gathered together on that day every year and every so often the number of doctors had increased. On this occasion there were now ten doctors crammed into a small room somewhere in the universe and the newest edition was badgering one of his predecessors.

"Do I really have to answer this?" the fifth doctor said rolling his eyes.

"Oh come on it's only a bit of fun" the tenth doctor reassured him with a mischievous twinkle.

"I have my answer" the fourth doctor boomed and waved his hand in the air, "Romana".

The others blinked; "you're supposed to give three names" the eighth doctor finally spoke.

"No need, Romana's the answer to all three questions" the fourth nodded adamantly.

"You would kill, sleep and marry Romana?" the ninth doctor raised an eyebrow.

"Please let it not be in that order" the fifth doctor shuddered.

"Okay my turn" the ninth grinned, "I would kill that git Adam, easy choice. Sleep with Rose-"

"You mean you aren't already?" the eight interjected and was met with a chuckle from the fourth.

"-and I wouldn't marry anyone because I don't do domestic" the ninth finished.

"It doesn't work that way" the tenth insisted, "You have to pick a third name"

"I do not!"

"Yes you do!"

Growing increasingly uncomfortable with the conversation, the fifth doctor moved towards the middle of the room where the first, second, third and sixth doctors were attempting to play a game of pool while the seventh watched fascinated by the antics.

"Ten quid says someone hits six with the cue in the next five minutes" he whispered to the fifth.

"Two minutes" the fifth replied shaking his hand.

"Hurry up and take the shot old man!" the sixth doctor shouted, "you've been aiming that cue for the last five minutes!"

"Patience my boy" the first replied, "although you seem to be devoid of it".

The first finally took his shot and somehow sunk three balls.

The sixth clapped sarcastically "oh well done", he moved to take his shot… thwack!

"That'll teach you to mouth off at me!" the first doctor shook his cue as the seventh gave the fifth doctor his winnings.

"You're losing us the game!" the third scolded the sixth, "I'll be damned if I lose to a scarecrow and an old goat!"

"FANCY PANTS!" the second shouted waving his cue dangerously about.

"Oi you're gonna get chalk on the ceiling!" the seventh cried in alarm.

"I NEVER SLEPT WITH JACK!" the ninth cried out from across the room and the tenth doctor (who had suddenly realized his mouth was forever going to land him in trouble) cringed in his seat.

"Everyone calm down!" the fifth tried to call out over the bickering, "everyone please-"

His attempt to quiet everyone down was cut short by a sharp whistle from the seventh "SHUT UP! The young fellow wants to say something".

"Every time we get together, there's bickering and fighting" the fifth began.

"I don't know why you're complaining" the seventh muttered, "you made a mint off betting on who'll throw the first punch".

"Yes, well" the fifth shot the seventh doctor a glare, "why don't we try something different? Something more civilized, a gentlemen's game".

"Oh God you know what he's suggesting don't you?" the eighth murmured.

"A nice friendly game of backyard cricket, five on each team, it will be fun" the fifth beamed, "fun and civilized".

"Civilised?" the fourth said in wonder, "well cricket's changed a lot since I traveled with the Barmy Army then".

"Please?" the fifth doctor begged like child begging for an ice cream, "I promise it will be fun".

The other doctor's remained unconvinced.

"Five quid for whoever hits six with a ball" the seventh piped up.

"We're in!"

Was it ok? If you liked it, I'll add some more chapters, maybe with them actually playing cricket