AN: Hello there readers! Okay, so this story was inspired by the Seafoam-Tainted-Memoirs story 'Three Doctors Nine Companions What Could Possibly Go Wrong', you know that one that I wrote for? Anyway, she gave me this idea and I was like sure why the hell not, it could be fun. In other words, The companions and the Doctors are going to have to learn to live together… in a flat… without a TARDIS… Uh-Oh.

Time Scooped

Clara

"no, no," Clara whimpered, tears streaming down her face. The Doctor was regenerating, and that wasn't fair. She had only just started to realize, when she had introduced him to her family. Then on Trenzalore, in Christmas, she had blurted out that she fancied him under the influence of that truth field. But about to lose him, her Doctor, that slight attraction had accelerated into a deep and profound connection.

"Hey…" The Doctor murmured his face the picture of concern. It wasn't fair, he was about to regenerate into a new man, yet he was still able to help her, to feel compassionate for her. It wasn't fair.

"Please… Don't change…" She whimpered, reaching her hand out. His hand was glowing, and she could tell in his face that she didn't want to go. Before their finger tips could brush together the Doctor threw his head back in a short burst of golden light. That was it, he was gone. Except when Clara looked at him, he wasn't. He was still the Eleventh Doctor and the cloister bell had started to chime .

"Oh well that's…" the Doctor said, bringing a hand up to feel his big chinned face. "That's not right at all."

"You didn't change?" Clara stated, for the second time that night, her heart pounding in her chest like a jack hammer.

"No, I didn't, which isn't right at all. I should be all different; before I didn't change I felt the new me pushing against this me. But now he's… gone." The Doctor looked upward, noticing the cloister bell for the first time. Clara had her eyes on him, wide and confused.

"That means something bad is going to happen, right?" Clara inquired, taking the man's right hand and squeezing lightly, he squeezed back.

"Something very bad indeed, Clara," He said, his eyes scanning across the console of the TARDIS. He reached a hand up to his neck to adjust the bow tie that was no longer there. His hand faltered around his empty collar before he rolled his eyes, stooped down, and picked it up. Before he could place it on, however, the entire TARDIS gave a mighty lurch and began to spin out of control.

The Doctor and Clara staggered out of the TARDIS with dazed expressions on their faces. The TARDIS had crashed on the corner of a street, leaving a slight dip in the ground with cracks radiating outwards in little, jagged lines. Directly in front of them was a large block of flats with blue railings on the balconies of the buildings.

"Where are we?" Clara asked, her eyes scanning the building in search of any potential alien threat.

"Earth, two thousand and four… No… Five. We're in London, not sure where about," The Doctor said, sticking his tongue out for a brief moment as if to taste the air, nodding his head as if pleased with his findings.

"You found all that out by… tasting the air?" Clara asked, raising one eyebrow.

"Well… Yeah… all oily and blech," The Doctor stated, waving his arms to illustrate each point.

"But why, and why are you still… you?" Clara pushed on, her hand gripping on to his slightly harder when she considered the thought of losing this form of him, far too soon in their relationship for that to happen.

"You want me to change?" The Doctor shot back, an almost teasing grin across his lips.

"Well… No… I was just expecting…" Clara mumbled, her face coming up in a slight blush. Before their conversation could advance any further the TARDIS started to make an array of screeching noises, not that different from when the machine dematerialized, other than the fact that the TARDIS didn't disappear instead. Something else seemed to materialize around the time-space ship. Another, slightly larger, big blue box wrapping around her Doctor's TARDIS. One that she immediately recognised as the Tenth Doctors.

The Doctor stumbled out of the box and crashed onto the floor, the doors closing behind him. For the briefest of moments Clara could have sworn that she saw the coral interior of his TARDIS ablaze in flames, the farmilliar sound of the cloister bell chiming loudly. Eleven darted forward and caught his younger counter part, the man had his eyes closed and was murmering slightly.

Before Clara or Eleven could try and wake him up or talk to eachother the noise that had signalled his arival screeched again, the TARDIS that he had arrived in shimmering slightly before a slightly darker hued box of the same exterior dimensions took its place. Out of it staggered a leather clad man with incredibly short hair and a pair of very large ears, the Ninth Doctor. He leaned against the side of his box before shortly being followed by a short blonde woman. Clara heard her Doctor's breath catch in her throat before he managed to compose himself.

"Doctor," the blonde woman started, "where are we?"

"Earth," The man replied, he sounded northern, "early twenty first century."

"But what happened, you were burning, you were all gold and on fire," she breathed out.

Without warning the Tenth Doctor in Elevens arms opened his eyes and sprung up, yetting out a small yell of pain. Eleven and Clara shared a small look and backed away, things were about to get incredibly interesting, incredibly quickly.

"Rose?" Ten asked, his expression slightly pained. Rose looked surprised and took a step towards Nine, taking his hand quickly, "How is… How are you?" He babbled, looking between his previous incarnation and the companion that he loved.

"How do you know her name?" Nine asked, his eyes narrowing to a steely cold glare, "Oh and after you've told us that, what did you do to my TARDIS?"

"Your what?" Ten asked, shaking his head slightly. It was all too much for him to keep up with.

"My TARDIS, my ship. We weren't even in flight, I was about to regenerate, but then all of a sudden we were and I wasn't. Explain."

Eleven stepped forward, letting go of Clara's hand in the process. "Okay boys, this is where it gets complicated."

Ten span around to face him and Nine seemed to acknowledge him for the first time. Neither of them said a word, and Eleven was seeming to be checking out the Northerners ears. To be fair they were rather large. As a means of explanation, just like he had done in victorian england, Eleven drew his sonic screwdriver out of his pocket and thumbed the switch, a dull buzz droned through the air. The look of shock on both of their faces was instantaneous as they both drew their own sonic devices.

"Really?" Nine asked. "Both of you?"

"Yup," Eleven stated, a small grin showing across his face.

"But that's… That's not possible," Ten gasped. "The three of us will cause some kind of huge paradox if we're all in the same space for a large amount of time."

Before they could get deeper into their argument the TARDIS gave another fierce screech, fading from existence to who knew where.

AN: M'kay. That was chapter one, hope you enjoyed it. Should get like a chapter a day out as long as the inspiration is there and stuff. The other companions WILL arive in time… as soon as I find a way for them to all be pulled in… might take a few days. BUT TRUST ME! This story is going to be great. It's going to be fun. I might even have the TARDIS show up at certain points in time to whisk them off on adventures. It'll be fun, promise.

TFS.