I know, I know. I haven't updated my other story in months and then I come out with a new one. But I've been really busy the past months and I'm dying for something new. So, why not give this a shot. Besides, you can never have too many "watching the show" fanfictions. I swear I'll continue updating my other fanfiction. Onward!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Literally nothing. Not even the idea for this fanfiction is mine.

It took weeks, but finally Rose was able to adjust to her life in the parallel universe. Her new job at Torchwood helped lots with keeping her mind off of the most pressing matter-the Doctor and her's conversation at Bad Wolf Bay about how she was stranded in Pete's World.

There were days, of course, where she was unable to keep her mind off of such matters, and her mind would replay the conversation in her head-skipping around certain bits here and there, like a broken record.

Today was one of those days.

In all honesty, she should have been paying more attention to the road, considering she was driving a car, but she managed to avoid any accidents just fine.

She was replaying in her head the part where she told the Doctor her mum was pregnant with another little Tyler, when she was enveloped in a bright light.

The driverless car continued speeding down the road and crashed.

Martha and Mickey were doing just fine without the Doctor. Married, freelancing, and kicking alien butt. Oh yeah, they were definitely more than alright.

More than alright enough to be sitting at home and eating dinner while joking/competing about who knocked out that final Sontaran.

Mickey was halfway through his comment about him having shot first when a bright light took both of them away, leaving their silverware clattering onto the table.

The Tenth Doctor and Donna were wading their way through a marketplace somewhere in Shan Shen.

Haggling and trying out new things, they were as happy as could be.

That is, until the same brilliant light took them away.

Onlookers simply shook their heads. Didn't travelers know how dangerous it was to use teleportation devices in the middle of a crowd? Seriously.

The Ninth Doctor had just lied to Rose, telling her that he was simply stepping out for a bit of fresh air, no more. Of course, he had also given her her own TARDIS key to give strength to the lie.

He had just dematerialized his TARDIS when a light overtook him and he vanished. The TARDIS was left momentarily without a pilot for a split second in time.

The Eleventh Doctor was just sprayed with a water gun then invited to Christmas Dinner. More or less, he was a bit surprised to see he didn't get punched in the face. Or at least yelled at.

But the Ponds were too happy to see him for that. They were simply glad he had his head on straight enough and came to see them. After all, they would always set a place for him, and it'd be a shame to waste those dishes.

Yet as soon as the Doctor closed the door to the Ponds' house, the three of them were taken by the, by now, familiar white light.

River Song could be found in the Library, would anyone have bothered to check in with her. She knew better than to expect the Doctor.

There were times, casual and not-so-casual times, where she was invited for tea with Madame Vastra and Jenny Flint. Those days were few and far in-between, for she knew the Paternosters tended to be busy with their cases.

If the right person were to ask, she might even admit to being jealous of the group. Out they went, saving the day and fighting monsters. And sometimes, if they were lucky, encountering the Doctor doing the same. Because while her life in the database of the Library was happy, it could never be enough for River Song.

And so she waited, and waited, for something less...mundane to begin.

She got her wish in the form of a peculiar white light.

Captain Jack Harkness. Honestly, can we skip over this bit?

He was taken from some place rather...indecent.

There. Done. We're done.

Almost done.

A man with a guitar, a woman with a broken heart, a police box and a diner.

Clara and the Twelfth Doctor are farther apart than they ever have been, yet for the split second that they are taken away, they're closer than ever.

The thirteen people listed above were dumped into a room.

Chaos ensued.

There was a clamor of "who are you"s and "how did we get here"s and a few "wait a second"s.

Rose and Ten had caught each other's eyes.

"Rose..." Ten mumbled, mainly as a reassurance to himself that she was actually there. Before he knew it, Rose had run up to him and wrapped her arms around him. Without thinking he did the same.

Rose and Ten stayed like that for a few seconds, but were startled apart by a shout of "would everyone please SHUT UP" from the Twelfth Doctor.

Clara sharply inhaled some air. She knew that attitude anywhere.

"Thank you," Twelve breathed as everyone quieted down and looked at the man speaking. "Now, seeing as I'm the only one who knows who everyone here is, I'd say that puts me in charge."

This only brought out another bout of outrage.

"Excuse me?"

"Who are you to be deciding what's what and who's who?"

"If anyone's in charge it should be me."

"Hold up a second."

"Oh, will everyone just quiet down?!" Clara yelled before switching to a more calm (albeit not less exasperated) tone. "Listen, we need to sort things out here and arguing like a bunch of toddlers isn't going to help anyone! Now, if there's one thing I've noticed about all of us here, it's that we all know the Doctor-or at least a Doctor-correct?"

Everyone nodded their heads.

"The little lady over there is right," this came from Ten, "whatever's going on here, it's got something to do with me."

"You?" Amy inquired. "But he's the Doctor," she said, pointing to the man in the bowtie and tweed jacket who was currently jumping on one of the couches in the room.

"Have you got your head on straight?" asked Nine, "as if I'd ever wear that." He looked at Eleven with distaste.

"Oh, believe me," Twelve muttered, "I wish I could go back in time and change my fashion sense."

"Yeah," River jumped in. "Hate to break it to you, but you, you, you, and you are all the same man," she said, pointing to each of the four Doctors in the room.

"And what's your name?" Nine asked.

"River Song. Lovely to meet this regeneration."

"River Song," Nine tried out her name, "lovely name, River Song. Tell you what, how 'bout we all go round and do introductions."

"Are you kidding?" Twelve asked. "This isn't preschool."

"Are you sure, because you seem to need some discipline."

"As a teacher," Clara grumbled, then whispered the next part under her breath, "and his latest companion," then returned to grumbling, "I can highly respect that."

"Right, then. I'm the ninth regeneration of the Doctor." Nine went first, then gestured at Rose for her to go next.

"Okay, I'm Rose Tyler. I traveled with him," she gestured to Nine, "and him," she gestured to Ten.

"Past tense?"

"Yeah…"

"I'm the tenth regeneration of the Doctor." Ten cut in quickly.

"I'm Martha, and this-"

"-is her husband, Mickey, who can introduce himself. I traveled with sassy and pinstripes over there-"

"-and I only traveled with pinstripes."

"My name's Donna Noble and I'm traveling with, erm, pinstripes." She flashed a cheeky grin at Ten who sighed.

"Hi everyone. I'm Amy Pond, this is my husband Rory, and we're traveling with the bow-tie-wearing dork over there." She jerked her head towards Eleven, who was trying to do a handstand on the couches.

Eleven had managed to get himself up in the air, but hadn't really stopped once he was there and continued to fall onto the floor. He bounced back up within a second and introduced himself with his hands flapping all about.

"Hello there! I'm the eleventh Doctor! These are the ponds," he threw his arms over said people's shoulders before taking them off as quickly as he had put them on, "that's River Song-"

"-okay, sweetie, you can stop now."

"Right, sorry." Eleven adjusted his clothes and his hair, feeling a bit embarrassed at how he still wasn't within the social norms.

Other companions looked at Eleven oddly while the other Doctors looked at him incredulously.

"Looks like it's my turn," our favorite captain said. "I'm Captain Jack Harkness and I've traveled with Nine and Ten."

"Right," Twelve muttered, wanting to get all this over with. "I'm the twelfth regeneration of the Doctor-"

"What?!"

"No!"

"That's impossible!"

"Yes, yes, I know," Twelve said, exasperated and a tad sarcastic, "completely impossible. But alas," he spread his arms out. "Here I am. And last but not least, this shortie here is Clara Oswald."

Clara sharply turned her head in surprise and looked up at Twelve in shock. "You remember?"

"Yes, although just a few minutes ago I didn't. I believe that whatever brought us here also removed the neural block."

"Well, that's good, isn't it?" Clara asked, hopeful.

"Clara-"

"I mean, it's got to be good. Maybe whoever brought us here knows some way around it."

"Clara-"

"Maybe they can fix this."

"Clara!"

"What?!"

"There is no way around this!" Twelve said this as gentle as he could while still getting his point across.

The other companions and Doctors looked on curiously yet respectfully. What was going on with these two?

Twelve continued. "If they have the power to remove the neural block, they probably have the power to put it back on."

Clara turned away from her Doctor.

"I'm sorry." He said.

When she didn't answer, he decided it was time to get back to business. "Right let's see what we've got here."

"A television," Nine said.

"Comfy couches," Eleven said.

"And nothing else," Ten said.

"I'd say we're here to watch something," Eleven concluded.

"And we're probably not leaving until we do." Mickey said, making his way over to one of the couches, Martha following him.

"Come on, then." Captain Jack sat down next to "Mickey Mouse."

Everyone sat down and the order of people on couches ended up being like this:

Nine, Rose, Ten, Donna

Martha, Mickey, Captain Jack

Amy, Rory, River, Eleven

Clara, Twelve

As soon as they all sat down, the TV screen lit up.

Welp, there we have it. Chapter one is done. I hope you all will enjoy this fanfiction, and if you have any problem with how the characters are acting, or even simply think that they wouldn't act that way, please feel free to tell me. I aim to improve and please. I'll have the next chapter up shortly.