Four Doctors And The Time War
The Doctor had just been to New York – the day that he lost Amelia Pond and Rory Williams. He had a hint of sadness about him as he walked into the TARDIS all alone, knowing that once again he was going to be travelling alone. The huge time machine, bigger on the inside, just seemed even bigger as if it was to go on forever. The Doctor stood in front of the console, sobbing quietly and moving on to his next destination. He knew he would never be able to go back to the two companions that made his incarnation exactly who he was. Just as he started to ascend into the Time Vortex for his next adventure, the cloister bell rang. Suddenly the TARDIS began to make strange high pitched noises as if it were struggling to cope with where it was heading to before suddenly the only sound that could be heard was one huge CRASH.
The Doctor, not seeming to care about the crash due to the loss of his two best friends, looked at the TARDIS screen before realising exactly where and when the TARDIS had landed. Gallifrey. During the Last Great Time War. The look on the alien's face went from sadness to a horrified stare as he looked out to the red sky of his home planet. He was happy to finally be back to where he belonged – despite running away from it in the first place all those hundreds of years ago, finally his home world had returned and the time lord had the option to go back to where he longed to be. But when he realised where he was, he had the sudden realisation that everything he had previously done was yet to happen in Gallifrey's Time Stream, yet he couldn't circumvent the first law of time and stop himself from doing it? Could he?
The Doctor panicked and tried to remove himself and his beloved ship back to Earth, to continue his journey in safety but just as he tried to press all controls in the TARDIS, the power was trained. Suddenly there was a loud knock on the door, because it swung open with a loud bang. The Doctor looked to the doorway, and all he could see were two of Gallifrey's suns, in the hazy red sky, creating the sillohuete of a tall figure – one that he recognised. As he carefully approached this familiar figure he realised just who it was. A tall man, with shorter hair than the Doctor's, in a blue pinstripe suit. It was the tenth incarnation.
"You must be me! A later version of me, I mean. Four of us have been called over by Rassilon. It's the final days of the time war – and they need all of us!" The eleventh Doctor stood there, looking stunned – there were FOUR of him?! He only ever recalled one of his incarnations being there, and the tenth wasn't one of them. This was all unexpected, and horrifying.