Inspired by recent comments that suggested that Matt Smith and David Tennant had enjoyed filming the 50th together so much, that they jokingly suggested doing some further episodes together, this is my take on the two Doctors Ten and Eleven working together after the 50th, and their relationship with Clara.

All characters belong to the BBC etc

"We did it!" exclaimed Eleven, high-fiving Ten.

"The non Doctor locked away for good, our secret safe" replied Ten.

"It's been great working with you, wonderful to have someone of your calibre around. Such a pleasant change."

"Charming, nice to know you're appreciated" interrupted a slightly grumpy Clara as she walked past.

"You know what I mean Clara" replied Eleven. "I mean, he's the Doctor, he's a Timelord, he's me. It's very exciting. Such brainpower, such intellect, such wisdom. It's a massive honour to work with myself."

"If you were an ice cream, you'd lick yourself. I'll be in my room, when you've finished admiring each other". Clara walked off.

"Do you have to go back to your own timestream?" Eleven asked Ten. "It would be great having you around for a bit longer, think how much we could achieve together with our combined intellects."

"Hmm, it's quite tempting, I can easily duck out of my own bit of the timestream to join you here. Will have to be careful though, operating in my future, even if my future me is actually living in his correct timestream. However, if I wipe my own memory before returning to my TARDIS and timestream, that'll clear out all memories about what happened anyway."

"Well I've got no memory from when I was you, of spending time with a future Doctor who wears cool bow ties, so clearly the memory wipe worked."

"Excellent. Might be too risky to take Rose though, I don't think her brain could cope with finding out her future, and there's no way of selectively wiping her memory if she found out something she shouldn't."

"If you nip off from within your timestream with Rose, she won't even know you've gone. So what do you say?"

"Yeah, go on. It's a deal!" Ten and Eleven high-fived again.

"Right!" exclaimed Eleven "let's tell Clara the good news."

Eleven led Ten down the corridor to Clara's room, and knocked on the door

"Clara!"

"Come in."

They entered.

"Ah Clara, I won't be needing you any more, as I've got a new Companion!" exclaimed Eleven.

"What, b-but Doctor, I don't understand, w-what about us" replied Clara in shock. "After all we've been through."

"Meet my new Companion. It's me!"

"What? Ten's staying on!"

"Yes, we had such a good time fighting the secret Doctor, that he's agreed to stay on for a bit."

"Yes Clara" added Ten "though I should make it clear he's my Companion, not the other way round. I'm the lead Doctor."

"No, I'm the lead Doctor, the older Doctor. It's obvious. What do you say Clara? Who should be in charge? Me or junior here?"

"I don't know why you're asking me" Clara snapped back "seeing that you don't want us mere humans around anymore."

"Sorry, that was a joke" mumbled Eleven, "Of course we want you around!"

"Honestly?"

"Of course."

"And what about Rose?"

"We felt it would be too dangerous for her" replied Ten. "There'd be too much risk of her finding about her future, the human brain can't cope with such knowledge. She'll be fine, I'm only leaving her temporarily; she won't know I've gone."

"Oh, so I'll be all alone in time and space with TWO Doctors. Interesting…"

"But what about my question" replied Eleven excitedly, "which of us will be in charge?"

"Well" replied Clara with a smile on her face, "you" pointing to Eleven "think you should be in charge, while you "pointing to Ten "think you should be the lead Doctor. Clearly neither of you will be subservient to the other Doctor, so the answer is blindingly obvious. I'm the boss!"

"Eh?"

"I'm in charge, while you two boys can be my Companions!"

"Um, I'm not sure of that "queried Eleven.

"I mean, you're very nice and intelligent and so on" argued Ten, but we're Timelords, with extraordinary powers and intellect, and you're, well human. "

"I'm joking boys!" laughed Clara. "But seriously, it's not going to work if you two spend the whole time arguing about who makes the decisions, or who's in charge. And don't expect me to be the casting vote. Unless, of course you act extra nicely to me, in which case I might side with you."

The Doctors nodded in agreement.

"Oh and one final thing"

"Yes Clara"

"I'm feeling a bit thirsty, and would love a cup of tea."

"Right away" cried Ten

"No, I'm making it" exclaimed Eleven as they ran off to the kitchen, leaving a smiling Clara behind.

Five minutes later, Clara heard footsteps pounding down the corridor.

"Here's your tea!" exclaimed Eleven.

"It was me that made it" moaned Ten.

"No it wasn't! Your pants are so on fire."

"Well I would have made it, but couldn't find anything in the kitchen. Everything is all over the place, my TARDIS is much nicer inside, and better laid out."

"Thank you boys" replied Clara. "If there's anything else, I'll let you know. "

Later on Clara emerged.

"So what have you two boys been up to in my absence?"

"I've been giving junior here a proper tour of my TARDIS, as we never had time before." replied Eleven "It's much better than his old one, I don't know why I put up with that heap of junk to be honest."

"Hark at the old dodderer" exclaimed Ten, "his TARDIS is a complete mess, everything in the wrong place, and that console, I mean, what sort of an idiot would use that console. Nothing about it makes sense."

"Well good to see you boys getting on so well. So what's the plan then? Surely you must have agreed somewhere exciting to go, somewhere where both of you want to go to."

"Um, no. We had a bit of difficulty deciding where to go" replied a sheepish Eleven.

"Every time I make a sensible suggestion, he pooh-poohs it, he's impossible" moaned Ten.

"Me? You're the one rejecting my excellent ideas. I'm the reasonable one."

"Well, it looks like I'm going to have to make the decision then" replied an exasperated Clara. "Is there somewhere that BOTH of you don't want to go to?"

"Probably"

"Well, we'll go then then!"

All comments welcome, I've no idea where this is leading unlike my other story where there was a clear and definite ending!