The Three Doctors

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The Doctor staggered into the TARDIS, shutting the door securely behind him. The TARDIS knew what to do. She started disappearing, flying away into the vortex. The Doctor limped towards the TARDIS console, but only made it up the steps and collapsed onto the glass floor. The neurotoxin injection was killing him faster than he thought it would. He knew he could still flush it out of his system, but his thoughts were fuzzy and motor functions slowing.

"Oh well…" He thought, "I knew this would probably happen… but I had to save Amy…"

Suddenly, the TARDIS warning lights flashed a dangerous red color. Sirens blared, giving the Doctor a headache. It was all going to go… so soon too. He looked up at the screen and managed to read the warning, WARNING. UNSTABLE TIME VORTEX AHEAD.

"No… Hang in there old girl!" The Doctor shouted as he tried to use the console to stand and steer the TARDIS away from the vortex, but at that moment, a wave of flaming hot pain shot up his spine and he lost all control of his body as his head tilted back violently to face the TARDIS ceiling, his arms stretching out besides him.

"Goodbye…" He thought.

He saw the most beautiful light he'd ever seen in his life and knew death awaited his arrival. He smiled sadly and then, there was just blackness…

The Doctor blearily opened his eyes. For a moment, he had no idea where he was. Then suddenly remember and sat bolt upright. Not his smartest idea.

The Doctor groaned as he felt pain surge up his back. Everything was stiff and very, very painful. He inspected himself and realized, to his surprise that he felt like himself. He still thought like himself too. Or was that thinked? No, definitely thought. He stood up slowly, using the TARDIS console for support.

"Oh goodie. My sexy TARDIS is still the way she was." He said aloud. The Doctor furrowed his eyebrows.

"I still sound like myself…." The Doctor thought.

He grabbed a mirror from the TARDIS console and gasped, somewhat happily, "No…"

The Doctor still looked the same. But didn't he just regenerate?

"Hmmm…" He thought.

As he pondered the possibilities that could've caused this to happen, he turned to look at the rest of the TARDIS when he spotted two people lying on the floor of the TARDIS who looked extremely familiar…

"What?!" The Doctor asked the air as he ran clumsily to the nearest man who was lying face down. The Doctor turned him so he saw the face of the man. He gasped slightly as he saw who the man was. It was his ninth regeneration, leather jacket, big ears and all.

Gradually, the ninth Doctor opened his eyes, "Barcelona…. Wait…" he stood up suddenly but immediately grasped the railing to keep from falling back down again.

"You…" The Eleventh Doctor managed. Suddenly, he wondered who the other man was, but he realized he already knew who it was before he approached him.

As the Eleventh Doctor gazed down at the man with the brown pinstripe suit, tan-ish trenchcoat, white converse and blue tie, he sort of switched between smiling and frowning.

"Oh… I don't know if this is extremely very not good…. Or…." The Eleventh trailed off.

"Fantastic?" The Ninth Doctor added.

Suddenly , the Tenth Doctor's eyes shot open and filled with tears as he grasped the coat of the Eleventh Doctor's, "I don't want to die! Please! I don't want to die!"

The Eleventh grabbed Ten's wrists and said calmly, "You're not dead. It's okay, you're in the TARDIS."

"I know I'm in the…" The Tenth Doctor looked around at the transformed interior of his spaceship, "…TARDIS…"

"Would someone care to explain what's goin' on?" The Ninth Doctor asked, "One minute I was tellin' Rose she was fantastic…"

"Oh Rose…" The Tenth Doctor moaned sadly and quietly.

"…The next I was 'ere lookin' at you." The Ninth Doctor pointed at the Eleventh Doctor.

The Eleventh Doctor fidgeted with his fingers, thinking how best to tell his past selves what had just occurred when he didn't properly understand it himself.

"Well… um…" The Eleventh Doctor stuttered as the Tenth Doctor stood up, using the railing as support. The Eleventh Doctor decided to put it bluntly.

"I am… you. And you all, are me." He said, smiling and straightening his bowtie. Oh this was going to be fun.