Doctor, Were All of Your Regenerations This Annoying?

by ScholarlyBAMF

Scholar and the gang are back in this sequel, and this is where things get complicated. The White Guardian needs all incarnations of the Doctor and Scholar to stop the Black Guardian from conquering the universe with the Alliance. T for cussing and violence.

1. Chapter 1: Necessity of a Quick Getaway

AN: If you haven't read The Last Time Lady and have clicked on this, then don't read it. Click on my pen name and The Last Time Lady will be there. If you have read that story, then you're in luck, because this is its sequel! It is a bit convoluted, but 11 Doctors, 4 Scholars, and a whole bunch of Daleks and other creatures forced to work together by the Black Guardian, who is trying to steal...spoilers! Read it and see!

Disclaimer: If I were Moffat, I'd get a toupee. Or a nice hat. Or anything.

Ch 1: The Necesity of a Quick Getaway

"All I need to do is shift these angels like that...so they're facing each other in a circle, and now they can't move! May I please test my new particle manipulator out on them?"

"No, just seal their hands together and let's go, Scholar! You don't have to experiment on everything! Also, there appear to be a convoy of UNIT grunts coming over to debrief us, and you hate that, so let's get the hell out of here." I peeled out of here and over to Beauty when the news of paperwork was mentioned. Maker followed me, snickering at me in that annoying way of his.

Suddenly, we were taking off. That was new. Neither of us had touched anything, so we shouldn't be taking off. Beauty soon landed, and I paused Maker before he got to the door. "Maker, before we walk out into a potential trap, I suggest we arm ourselves." It didn't take long, and we soon were heading out of Beauty. I would check the scanner, but where's the fun in that?

I stepped out of the TARDIS, and stared at the police box. All eleven of them. I spun around in a circle, trying to digest this. If there were eleven TARDISes, not counting Beauty, and the Doctor we knew was the Eleventh, then it was logical that someone had gathered his first eleven regenerations. Must be something big, then, to need so many Doctors.

"Scholar? Look behind Beauty. I think you'll want to see this."

I was flabbergasted. Behind me, there was four Gallifreyan ulanda trees. Something so big that it would need every regeneration of both the Doctor and myself. What could it possibly be?

"Hello. I am the White Guardian. This may take some explaining."

I didn't make up the White Guardian. He really has been encountered. And he needs some champions.