"I can't believe we're in Leadworth again!" Exclaimed the Doctor.
"Well, it is the day after out wedding." Rory pointed out. "Did you expect us to leave during the reception or something?"
"No." The Doctor sighed. "But going back for clothes? Really? That's so…"
"Human?" Cut in Rory. The Doctor grinned. It was a cloudy afternoon in Leadworth, with a 100% chance of boring. Amy approached the two of them, her hands full of bags. She unloaded them onto the two guys, before putting either arm around their shoulders.
"C'mon, boys. Let's go!" The three of them began to make their way back to the TARDIS, when the Doctor spotted a tall, skinny man in a brown pinstripe suit and tan overcoat heading toward them.
"Don't call me the Doctor, okay? Just for a moment." He told his companions hurriedly.
"Why?"
"Just don't. Trust me."
The Tenth Doctor approached the trio.
"Hello," he said, "I'm John Smith, from the council's survey department. I'm here to do a local survey on the butchers over there."
"I'm Amy, this," she said, taking Rory's hand, "is my husband, Rory, and this is our friend… um…." She turned to the Doctor questioningly.
"Right! I'm John, as well. John… Jones. Yeah." He said, pleased with the fake name he'd come up with. The Tenth Doctor proceeded to question them about the butchers, their service and products and other such things. Once he had finished, he said,
"Also, before I go, I'm thinking of moving closer into town. What do you think about that house, there?" He asked, pointing at an old, slightly creepy looking house on the corner.
"Ohhh, That's the Berners house." Said Amy mysteriously. "Twenty years ago, the whole family just vanished. It's been on sale for as long as I can remember." She told him.
"Yeah, legend has it that it's haunted now," said Rory, "but I don't believe it."
"Brilliant! I love a good ghost story. Well, I'll be off now." Said the Tenth Doctor, leaving happily.
"Okay, spill." Said Amy after the Tenth Doctor was out of earshot. "Who was, that, and why did you seem so… nervous?"
"Yeah, do you know him" Added Rory.
"Well," said the Eleventh Doctor, watching the Tenth walk away, "he's, well, me."
Well here we are! My first multi-Doctor fic (unless you count a 6 line dialogue between Eleven and one unspecified Doctor, which I don't). I'm terrible at writing for Eleven, Amy and Rory, so forgive the crappy dialogue! Part ('cause they're barely chapters) two is ready to go, me thinks.
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'Cause Amy'll give you her death stare if you don't. And I'll get Donna to slap you. And Rose'll go all Bad Wolf, and Martha will... I dunno... call UNIT on you or something. JUST REVIEW! Pleeeease =)