MORE OF SUPERWHOLOCK IS COMING! For the person who keeps suggesting Hiccup, IT'S NOT A HTTYD FIC! I'm only using the dragons. Hiccup and his friends, from books or movies, will not be joining the SuperWhoLock gang. If you haven't read Reality's End, it's my other fanfic. I hope you like this one! I'm using my four favourite Doctors (2, 5, 9, and 10) and my least favourite Doctor (11, sorry) because they're fun to write, and Rose, Jack, Mickey, Martha, Donna, Amy, Rory, and River will be joining them! Also, I am actually on s5 of Doctor Who, so I don't know much about Angels Take Manhattan except for that Amy and Rory are taken by angels back in time.
The Eleventh Doctor ran around the console, eager for yet another adventure… preferably one that involved recruiting another companion. Amy and Rory… it had been almost two months since he lost them. The Doctor stopped for a moment to straighten his red bow tie before dashing back around the console.
BOOM!
The explosion shook the entire TARDIS, sending the Doctor flying onto the floor. An alarm started going off, and the Doctor pulled himself off the floor, sprinting to the screen on the console.
"Oh dear," he muttered to himself. "Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear," what the screen was telling him was impossible without creating a paradox… and the Doctor had two minutes to prepare.
"I'm sorry, Old Girl," he whispered to the TARDIS. "It's only temporary. As soon as he gets here, we'll be able to fix it," the TARDIS nodded solemnly in his mind. A flash of sparks on the console and the whole room shuddering reminded him of the task at hand. The tweed-wearing Time Lord pulled a small, well, something out of his inside pocket, waving it about in the air. The end of the sonic screwdriver lit up bright green, and he pointed it at the console, sending sparks flying everywhere. He could see on the screen that the energy readings were growing higher by every passing millisecond. One minute left. The one thousand year old Time Lord pushed a few buttons before slamming a small mechanical contraption onto the console. A paradox machine. Just a small taste of what the Master had done to the TARDIS to sustain the Toclafane, as this was only needed to sustain one paradox, not thousands. The TARDIS shifted slightly in discomfort, before lurching forward, sending the Doctor flying back onto the floor.
BOOM!
Yet another explosion hurled the Doctor across to the other side of the console room. He pulled himself up to standing again, before dashing over to the screen again.
3…
The Doctor prepared himself to meet his Tenth regeneration, silently rehearsing the words he was going to say.
2…
He turned to where his previous face was going to appear, straightening his bow tie.
1...
This was going to be complicated.
Another explosion, even bigger than the last two, messed up the TARDIS' gravity, leaving the Doctor hanging from one of the metal railings, the doors of the TARDIS closed beneath him. A familiar man in a long brown overcoat, brown pinstriped suit, red tie, and white-and-red Converse shoes was hanging from another railing nearby.
"Hello, Doctor!" Eleven, as we'll now call him, exclaimed cheerfully. "Nice of you to drop in!"
"Who- what-" Ten stuttered.
"I'm the Doctor!" Eleven said. "From the future. And currently, your arrival has messed up the gravity, and we need to fix it,"
"Alright, then," Ten said. "That explains the different TARDIS,"
"I-" a loud beeping noise interrupted Eleven's next sentence. He turned to Ten, on the other side of the console. "Can you see the monitor?" Eleven asked.
"Yeah," Ten said. "It says 'paradox incoming in 5', 'paradox incoming in 10', and 'paradox incoming in 15,'"
"Three?!" Eleven exclaimed.
"And we've only got five- sorry, four seconds until the first one," Ten said.
"We need to fix the gravity!" Eleven exclaimed, throwing himself towards the console. He nearly missed, but grabbed onto a stationary lever, keeping himself up. Eleven reached up and grabbed another lever, pulling it towards him. Instantly, Ten and Eleven fell to the floor.
"Ow," both Doctors groaned. Ten checked the monitor.
"Three seconds!" Ten exclaimed. Eleven jumped up off the floor.
"I need to boost the paradox machine!" he pulled out the sonic screwdriver.
"Need help?" Ten pulled out his sonic screwdriver.
"Why not?" Eleven said. Both Doctors soniced the paradox machine, causing the TARDIS to mentally groan loudly.
"Two seconds!" Ten checked the monitor again.
"BRACE FOR IMPACT!" Eleven yelled, purely for the fun of it.
"One!" Ten said.
BOOM!
Both Doctors were flung onto the floor. A man clad in a leather jacket and purple shirt who looked older, but really was younger, than the two other Doctors, landed, groaning, on the floor next to the two. Quickly, the older-but-actually-younger man, whom we shall call 'Nine', regained his footing, staring at the two other Doctors.
"Who the heck are you?" Nine exclaimed, his northern accent prominent in every word he spoke.
"Ah, yes, my ninth self," Ten said, getting to his feet yet again. "Blunt, funny, and sometimes dark,"
"What the heck are you talking about?" Nine asked, thoroughly confused.
"Rose was one of the best thing that ever happened to me," Eleven nodded, clambering to his feet. "You're probably wondering who we are," Eleven started.
"We're you-" Ten continued.
"From the future," Eleven finished.
"Prove it," Nine said. Ten and Eleven, in one motion, drew out their sonic screwdrivers, Nine doing the same. "Proven," Nine stated, and the three replaced their sonics. Ten raced around to the monitor again.
"Three seconds," Ten said.
"Until what?" Nine asked.
"Until another Doctor joins us in the TARDIS!" Eleven exclaimed.
"Oh great," Nine said, sarcasm evident in his voice. "Another idiot,"
"The countdown just changed," Ten said. "Now, both others are coming in five seconds,"
"Even better," Nine said sarcastically.
"Can you stop?" Ten asked.
"No," Nine said.
"Four seconds," Ten said. Nine grabbed hold of a railing.
"Three seconds," Ten grabbed a railing with both hands.
"Two seconds," Eleven grabbed a railing.
"One second,"
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