AN: I've been throwing around this pairing for awhile, trying to figure out how to write it. I think I figured it out. Also, the writing is a bit wonky. I'm hoping my timeline is right. I'm pretty sure it is. It's pretty short... There will be more, though!

P.S. I finally get to use the word "trainers" when referring to shoes.

Enjoy, dears!~

The Eleventh Doctor sighed as the TARDIS creaked and groaned. He was alone. He had left Amy in Scotland against her will. She would have tried to stop him; what he was doing was extremely dangerous. He was going to travel through the crack in her wall; the crack in time. The TARDIS was already landing, though, and he couldn't go back.

The Doctor opened the doors and stepped out. He was in London only three years earlier. He travelled through a crack in time expecting to find some hidden, unknown realm and he was in London. It was unexpected but he had to be there for some reason. The feeling in his stomach told him to start walking.

He was only a block away from the TARDIS when it happened.

"Ow!" A man's voice yelled as Eleven ran into him.

"Sorry, I'm a bit out of it. Are you okay?" He asked and then really looked at him. The man was gorgeous. He was tall and lanky with brown hair and soft eyes. He was dressed in a long brown coat, a suit, and red trainers. The man was him. He was standing in the middle of London talking to himself.

"No! You just rammed into me. The least you could do is buy me a drink."

Eleven was speechless. He was hitting on himself. Past him was hitting on present him; present him was hitting on future him. For some reason, he couldn't say no, though. Maybe it was his irresistible eyes.

"Alright, then. I hope by drink you mean tea," Eleven answered with a smile.

"Of course."

"What's your name?" Ten asked, as he sipped his tea.

Eleven paused, unsure how to answer the question. What would his reaction be? They weren't exactly the same people. They had different faces, bodies, personalities. Still, it was a bit weird.

"You can call me Eleven," He replied with small smile.

"Eleven? How enigmatic. I'm the Doctor," Ten grinned and held out his hand. Eleven shook it, unaware of what would happen. Their hands touched and lightning shot through him. His hearts were beating out of his chest and he could feel himself getting dizzy. One touch told him everything he needed to know.

He was falling in love with himself.