"Never mind that, run!" feet pounded along the dusty track as a whirring noise behind them got louder and louder. "Drop!" a massive explosion shook the Earth they laid on, hands covering their heads, dust covering their backs. "Honestly, whenever you're around there's always trouble!"
"Me?! Oh my dear fellow, you're very much mistaken, there's always trouble when you're around, not me!"
"Now listen here, I-" everything went black.
The Doctor groaned as he opened his eyes slowly, he was lying in what appeared to be some kind of cell, he sat up carefully, running a hand through his white mane. His fingers brushed a sticky patch behind his ear…blood, the Doctor sighed, finding he was bleeding was nothing new. He looked down to see his velvet and ruffles had been replaced with a horribly drab and boring dark green prison uniform, "they could have at least made-" the Doctor was cut off as he heard a creaking noise below him. Cautiously, he peered over the edge of the bunk he was on, staring up at him was a small man with dark hair wearing the same green clothing.
"Ah, I wondered if you were still here," he said, swinging his legs over the side of his bunk and walking overt to the door. "Of course I'm still here!" the Doctor retorted, "good grief man, we're locked in a prison cell!"
"Don't you think I know that?!" cried the Second Doctor, "I never thought I'd become so pompous!"
The Doctor jumped down and towered easily over his former self, he raised a hand, "HAI!" The Second Doctor started to run, letting himself chase himself round the cell, the door opened and the Second Doctor tore out as fast as his little legs could carry him. He burst out a door, skidding to a halt. Just in front of him was a gaping hole, swirling with all different colours like a portal, he turned round to see his future self charging towards him. "STOP!" he yelled, holding out his hands, but the Doctor couldn't stop in time. He ploughed into his previous self with all the force of a freight train, the Doctors lost their balance and toppled into the hole of swirling colours.
"Greyhound to Trap 1, there's a three man pile up in the UNIT lab, over."
Captain Yates' radio crackled, "Yates I know there's a three man pile up, I'm on the bottom of the pile!" Yates stifled a laugh as the Doctors scrambled to their feet, staring down at the Brigadier who looked incredibly flustered. "Terribly sorry Lethbridge Stewart," the Doctor blushed and offered a hand to help him up, "didn't see you there."
"I'm not surprised!" Brigadier huffed, brushing himself down, "crashing through the ceiling at a rate of knots!" Both Doctors looked up at a large hole, splintered wood and plaster hanging through it, "what on Earth are you two playing at?!"
"Well," both Doctors began, "you see…"
"What's all the noise?" Jo trots through the lab doors, her wide eyes inquisitive, "Doctor!" she ran to him and threw her arms round his neck.
The Doctor smiled, "hello Jo."
The Second Doctor's face fell, "oh, I thought she meant me," he sighed, "still, no matter."
Jo smiled at the Second Doctor and gave him a hug too, "it's very nice to see you again too Doctor," she looked at him and his future self, "I hope you two are getting along this time?"
Her Doctor rubbed the back of his neck, "not exactly Jo…"
"Oh Doctor!" Jo stamped her foot like a child, "you promised me that if you ever met your previous self again you'd try to get along!"
The Doctor smiled like a small boy who had been caught red handed drawing on a wall, "sorry Jo."
The Second Doctor watched his future self, "oh dear, we're a little bit smitten with our assistant aren't we?" he glanced at Jo, "well, can't say I blame you old chap."
Jo turned redder than a chili pepper and walked over to Yates, "got some admirers there I see Miss Grant," he grinned and winked at her.
"Oh, give over!" Jo huffed and left the lab. Minutes later she came running back, her boots clacking noisily on the floor, "Doctor!" she cried, they both turned, "sorry, Doctors…there's a man in fancy looking robes looking for both of you." The Doctors popped their heads round the lab door, "great balls of fire, it's the President of Gallifrey!" he looked down at his previous self, "you know what this means…"
The Second Doctor nodded, "run!"
Brigadier, Yates and Jo stood in bewildered amusement watching the two Time Lords hot foot it down the corridor and round the corner, away from the Gallifreyan President. "Miss Grant," Brigadier began, "what exactly is going on?"
Jo grinned, "they're just naughty school boys, that's all.
"Avoiding detention?" Yates asked, amusement in his voice.
Jo laughed as she saw the Doctors run past the outside window, "exactly."