DISCLAIMER: I don't own or seek to make any profit from Doctor Who or any of their characters.

In honour of the 50th anniversary of Doctor Who (wasn't the episode brilliant?! I cried my eyes out (I cry extremely often. I should write a book)) I'm writing a little bit of meaningless whumpy fanfiction. In fact I'm making it a thing. Every now and then, I'm gonna write a little whumpy type fanfiction with 10th and 11th doctors (meaning Tennant and Smith just to clarify), no more than 3 or 4 chapters absolute max, some stories whumpier than others. Just for fun. Happy Birthday Who. My device for how they are together is (just so I don't have to massively explain it in the story) is sometimes that timey holey thing randomly appears and sucks one of them through. As it's random, 11 doesn't 'remember' it so, like in the anniversary, neither of them know what's going to happen in the little plotline there is. Also, warning, I know it's stupid but when they're together I'm going to refer to them as 11 and 10 just to set them apart. Sorry. Also minor thing which matters greatly to me: in my stories (don't even ask) 10 is a few inches shorter than 11 (again, don't ask (my mind works in mysterious, mysterious ways…)) even though it's the other way round in real life. Sorry again. The story starts with 11, again just to clarify. Enjoy.

Sometimes I have such great ideas thought the Doctor to himself as he sat on the swing hanging under the main console of the TARDIS. He stared around at the multi-coloured wires, coils and general bits and bobs hanging around him. He was dirty from several hours tinkering with his bow tie hanging undone around his neck and was taking a break as he swung back and forth, marvelling at the idea of putting in a swing. Sometimes it's important to have a little fun he smiled to himself. He got the swing up to maximum height and jumped off, landing lightly on his feet. Humming to himself, he made his way back towards the steps up to the control panel. Just then he heard a low whumming noise behind him. He froze and spun around. Behind him was a rapidly expanding wormhole floating in the air. The Doctor stared, open mouthed at the silverish twisting circle for a moment until he realised it was very familiar. He yelled in frustration 'Not now, not now! I haven't finished my tinkering! Don't interrupt me when I'm tinkering!' He started bounding up the steps three at a time. The tunnel kept expanding ad start sucking him in. His leaps got slower and he started getting pulled backwards. He made one last leap but didn't land as, with a yell he was pulled into the tunnel.

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Meanwhile, in his previous regeneration, the Doctor was lost. 'I know I parked the TARDIS around here somewhere…' he muttered angrily to himself, spinning around again. He looked up at the trees then down at the leaf covered ground, trying to find some sort of mark showing him where he was. 'Oh hello…' he muttered as he noticed footprints in the wet leaves. He was just starting to follow them when suddenly a breeze sprung up. It started small, then quickly got up to a fast wind, whipping the leaves everywhere. 'Oh no, no, NO!' he yelled, diving onto the leaves in a futile effort to preserve their patterns. Suddenly he heard distant yelling, getting closer followed by a thud. He turned around and saw a man lying in the leaves a couple of metres away.

'You!' he shouted, springing up and walking over. 'You messed up my leaves!' He pushed himself up and both Doctors gave a yell as they recognised the other.

'What are you doing here?!' asked 10, pointing accusingly at 11.

'I dunno did you not notice the massive whirly silver thing that just spat me out?' replied 11, getting up and retying his bow tie. 'What are you doing here?' He waved his hand dismissively and walked off as he spoke, 11 following him closely.

'I was investigating.'

'Investigating what?' pressed 11.

'Stuff. Things. But I took a wrong turn and can't find the TARDIS and now you've come through that whirly silver thing again and messed up my leaves!' 10 stopped and turned around crossing his arms. 'Look, don't blame me! I was tinkering I didn't want to come here!' They stood glaring at each other for a moment before both sighing and embarrassedly muttering 'sorry' to each other. Neither moved for a moment before 11 spoke.

'Well lead away then. We better find the TARDIS; it'll be dark soon.' He looked up at the sky, noticing the sun already near the horizon. Where and when even are we?' 10 looked around, sniffing the air. 'England. Probably. Around…' he picked up a leave and licked it. 'Early 1600s. Not sure. Just… investigating.' Suddenly there was a rustling in the trees a little way away. Both Doctors turned towards the noise and froze.

'So…' whispered 11 uncertainly. 'What exactly are you investigating?'

'Well… investigating is a bit strong. More like...'

'You crashed didn't you?'

'Yeah a little bit, yeah' replied 10 scratching his head. There was more rustling, this time from the other direction. Again, both Doctors turned towards the noise. Everything was silent for a moment then a growl came from the trees. A second growl joined the first from the other direction.

'What's the plan?' whispered 11.

'Well we could hang around and find out what that is…' started 10. The growling got louder and the rustling got nearer and faster.

'Orr we could-'

'Run?'

'Run.'

'Run, yes, I like that plan; let's do that.' And with that they both sprinted away into the trees.