Christmas with the Doctors

by PJO.Forevermore

This story is written in Memory of 11 and Handles. RIP Handles and 11. Time locked eras. The doctor is not supposed to meet himself in the past. That is one of the rules of time travel. It is also known that when the Doctor gets close to a companion, they often end up dying. Can the Doctor save his companion this time?

1. Chapter 1

Hello, Readers. I'm terribly sorry that I cancelled the other stories I have been writing. They came to a dead end and I have been too busy to continue them. To make up for it, I shall be writing a Doctor Who fanfiction. I hope those of you that have been following me are as whovian as me. This story is in Memory of Matt Smith, our beloved raggedy man, and to Handles, the only cyberman we loved.

"The way I see it, life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don't always soften the good things but vice versa, the bad things don't necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant."

-11 Doctor

Eleven

Crash! CLUNK! The Tardis shuddered and the Doctor fell to the floor. The fez he was wearing slid across the Tardis floor. Clara, the Doctor's companion who was sitting in a chair, fell and let out a yelp as she hit the floor hard. "What's going on, Doctor?!" She panicked.

"I don't know! We are being pulled off course!" He said standing up and looking at the monitor.

"What is pulling us off course?" Clara asked over the rumbling and roar of the Tardis.

Another shudder and crash sent the Doctor flying back and hit the floor hard. "Oof!" He grunted in pain.

"Well...bit ...it might be time herself pulling us off the path. Why, I don't know. We are being sent back in time to a timelocked era. Back into my tenth self. It'll cause a whole..."

Another shudder, and the Tardis crash landed. Clara and the Doctor flew to the back of the tardis and hit the wall.

Ten

Cardiff, 2003

Walking beside the man in a trench coat and a suit was a red haired woman. The man wore a blue suit and a brown trench coat over it while the woman wore a purple blouse with a brown trench coat.

"Doctor, where are we going?" The woman asked.

"I don't know. Where shall we go, Donna?" The Doctor replied.

Before she could respond, a Tardis came crashing down and landed a few feet in from of them.

"Oh, my God! Doctor, someone stole your Tardis!" Donna screamed.

"No, that's not mine. My Tardis is a darker blue. This is a bright blue...no, it can't be..." the doctor thought to himself.

"What? What is it? Who's Tardis is this, then?" She asked, pointing at the crashed Tardis.

"Yes, it's mine, but from the future. It's the eleventh me." The doctor replied.