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A sound, unfamiliar to an average person, echoed in the distance. Only known to a very select few, only a certain amount knew when you heard this sound, either very good, or very bad, things would follow. A man with a funny outfit stepped out of a strange blue box. It was very tall, and a very unusual mode of transport.
"Well then," the man adjusted his bow tie, "What business do we have here today?"
"How would I know, you're the one who said something was calling you here," a fiesty blonde said, stepping out of the box as well.
"Well, I guess, but present day London is-"
"No new trek for you, I know, sweetie, you only said it five times on the way here."
"Ah- of course," the man stopped himself from arguing. This was no time to argue, there was something amazing about to happen, and he knew it. "Oh!" he quickly dove into his blue box and back out again, messing around with a fez. "If something amazing is about to happen, then I want to look my-"
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Silence, then minutes of confusion followed. Another blue box, a bit smaller, appeared in front of the pair. The door to this box opened slower than the first one did. The man's heart quickly dropped and he attempted to get back into his own box, but the woman grabbed him.
The man stepping out of the second box was having a coughing fit, and stepped out, looking older than the first man. He looked up and saw the other man standing in front of him. "Hello, I'm the Doctor," he introduced himself, extending an arm.
"River. River Song," the woman shook his arm, and when they finished shaking, the Doctor turned to shake the other man's hand.
"And you are?" the Doctor asked, waiting for the two to shake.
"...the Doctor..." the two men stared at each other, the elder-looking one lowering his hand. He looked behind the two and saw another blue box.
"And that...?"
"The TARDIS."
"I'm sorry, what is going on?" River asked.
"That's me," both Doctors said at the same time.
"Except he's from my past," one said.
"And he's from my future," the other remarked.
There was a moment of pause, nobody knew what to say.
"Well, if you're the future me," the Doctor paused, "I hate you," he finished.
"That went downhill quickly," the other Doctor remarked.
"Really, you're dressed silly! Take that hat off, you look like a bumbling idiot," he complained. The Doctor quickly took off his fez. "What regeneration are you? 3? 5? Is that what they're wearing now? I can keep up with time, but fashion, looking at you, I can't."
"Uh, I'm the eleventh," Eleven said, unsure of what to make of his first regeneration's remarks. "And they're cool. So are fezzes."
"No, they're not. Well, bowties are, but fezzes? Out of the question!" the First said. "And who are you?" he looked at River. "Where's Susan?"
"Spoilers!" Eleven smiled stupidly.
"Has anybody told you you're annoying, because that's what you are," One said and turned to go back to his TARDIS and leave.
"Actually, I can tell you one thing," Eleven looked at the ground sadly. First turned to him, wondering what words of wisdom his future self would bring. "We haven't been ginger yet and might never be."
"Oh for god's sake," One entered his TARDIS. "Susan! Start her up..." he said, his voice fading as the vworp vworp vworp took over and they left.
Eleven and River turned to each other, and entered their TARDIS and left. "I was almost certain he would have been disappointed that we haven't been ginger yet."
River sighed, rolling her eyes, and started the TARDIS.