A/N: This is going to be a Doctor-lite story featuring a crazy team including quarter-Timelords, humans, artificial hybrids and one very specific Trion. Just thought: what would take place if DW was turned into a musical or something? Here go my guesses about it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, and Kaster Tyler belongs to Person-without-a-FF.N-account.

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Paul Steamer had never expected that she would have to act as a writer. There had been a proof that some day she'd have to try it, but now, after a discussion (and not listening to her), she had been chosen as a playwright. And all because of Albert Pertwee who had agreed to take the task of organizing the performance! Literally. Of course, Albert's girlfriend Mytrice Allebloo had volunteered to help him (and her little brothers also had done this), so now they all - including the Impossible Team - had to make it so that they wouldn't be ashamed in front of all London. And children and their parents are very picky spectators.

The theme was picked from the hat. "From Gallifrey to Universe" (seriously, that was a coincidence). But Paul decided to do it alone, without any help. She was such. If the Doctor wanted to change anything, at first he would have to look at her version. Right now Paul was sitting in her room in the TARDIS, surrounded by DVDs, books, papers and everything else of this kind, and her laptop was going to get overheated any second. At first a bit of introduction, then some encounters... At least the Doctor's "tracks" weren't useless. People knew and enjoyed his adventures, though they had no idea that he existed. Funny thing, ideas...

After some hours (or maybe days?) of sitting in her room Paul went out - her eyes were surrounded with black circles, but there was hope in them. Everybody waiting for her quickly gathered around.

"I've got the list of characters", she informed and unfolded it. "As for me, all our Doctors should look the same age. Kids for kids. Five, you will be Fifth, you were born for it".

"Paul, I'm afraid!" Five admitted.

"Remember out cosplaying? You just have to be yourself", the Doctor noticed. "Go on, Steamer".

"Right. Eccly, Tenny, Smithy, you know your roles".

The three Rotcod Brothers beamed - they were copies of Ninth, Tenth and Eleventh Doctors from their beginning. But Handy, the fourth of them and Tenny's twin brother, frowned:

"What about me?"

"Hold on. You're going to be Eighth Doctor, I think..."

"Then I'll be Sixth!" Kyon Turlough exclaimed, having performed a small somersault with glee that he was going to act. "Just for me, though I'm not fat".

"FAT?!" the Doctor snapped. "All right, I'll give you some sweet moments including carrot juice, Carrot-top!"

"In case you catch me!" Kyon smirked.

"Hush, Gingerude, let Steamer finish".

"Thanks. Johnny-Jimmy, you will be... you will be... What about Fourth? That's not fixed yet, so... Kaster?"

"I'll be First", Kaster suddenly announced. "Always dreamed of walking around with a cane. And I bet it had some kind of a trick in it!"

Wish I remembered, the Doctor thought.

"We need Second, Third and Seventh", Paul concluded. "Any suggestions?"

"I can take the part of Second". This was said by Loner Trouty - the boy who was different from everybody in here, though his appearance wouldn't tell anything. Paul knitted her brows in concern. Yes, he was fine for the role, but it was for one thing - he looked a little bit too grown-up for his age of eight, and taller than the rest of the "Doctor-performers". "Don't worry, I'm used to hard conditions. Easy as pie. And, apart from that, Kyon and JJ can take other roles cuz I know two bros who can take the roles of Fourth and Sixth Doctors without any problems. I'll tell them".

"Oh, really, Troutfins?" Kyon's grin widened. "Are we out of boys yet?"

"Well, if Kyon and Johnny-Jimmy agree... though it's going to be a little bit complicated... what do you say, boys?"

"I'll be Third", Kyon replied. "And JJ can be Seventh. For Trion's sake, wish Alice was here!.."

"All right, I'll do my best", Johnny-Jimmy nodded.

"Hey, and what about me?"

Paul was just going to point out the moments including this very newbie. Albert called him "Fifth in the Quartet", because it was so - he had become the fifth Rotcod Brother after the adventure including planet-large lab made seemingly just for kicks. He hadn't even had a name before the Doctor had given it to him, not without the reason - "you remind me of someone whom I met or I'm going to meet", as he had explained. This boy looked even younger than Smithy and behaved as if he doubted that he was loved in his new family. No doubt, the memories of Mytrice's parents had changed after he had entered their lives, as well as it had been with Eccly, Tenny, Handy and Smithy, so this was no problem...

"You're not going to be left out, little brother", Mytrice informed, gesturing him to come closer. This boy's appearance wasn't similar to his older bros'. His head was covered with small dark tight curls with silvery shades there and here, his nose had a tiny little crook which made his profile look like a mini copy of Roman statue profile, and he was unhealthily pale, unlike Smithy who would always stay rosy-cheeked. But that was because tracks of the past were here to stay.

"You're not, Capers!" Eccly shot out. "Your role is not going to be the last!"

"I haven't given the scenario to you, Ecc..." Paul muttered.

"No matter, I just know it!" Eccly didn't even blink with worry.

"Shall I go on?"