Hello! Please don't judge this by the quality of the first few chapters. I did start this more than a year ago, and my writing has improved quite a lot. And yes, some of the characters are incredibly OOC at points. That started as my crappy writing, but I have developed a way to explain it in-story. That probably won't be posted for a while, though, as I am still working on the Crimson Mill storyline and have a couple of others planned out for right after it. Anyway...

Clara Oswin Oswald was having a nice nap when something rather large barreled into her. "Ow!" She exclaimed, sitting up and taking a look at the thing.

Sadly, she never got a chance. It had already been vaporized. The Doctor was standing in the entrance to her room, terrified and out of breath. He was holding a rather large gun.

"What... the... hell!" She shrieked as the Doctor dropped his gun and raced towards the engine room. Clara quickly pulled on her flowery blue robe and followed.

The Tardis was beginning to shake violently, and loud screeching noises were echoing through the hallways. The Doctor was pressing a lot of buttons, looking worried and cursing in a different language every once and a while.

"Doctor, what's going on?" She asked nervously.

"The Fradhiendjan did something to the Tardis! She's malfunctioning!"

Assuming that a Fraj- whatever was the alien from her room, she hurried over to the scanner. Pictures and symbols were whizzing across the screen.

There was a bright flash of golden light, as if lightning had struck the Tardis. As the glow died down, Clara realized that there was a red-headed woman crouched there. A moment later, another flash, and there was a man hugging her.

"Amelia!" The Doctor gasped. "Rory!"

"Doctor?" The woman seemed very confused. "I touched the Angel, and I could almost see New York, and then... What happened?"

"Doesn't matter. What matters is that a few more people will probably be appearing soon."

"Doctor, what do you mean? Who are they? I feel like I've seen them before." Clara asked curiously.

"You have, or at least Oswin has. One of your lives." He explained. "These are the Ponds."

"Our last name is Williams!" The man complained. "But really, how did we get here? I was in Manhattan a few seconds ago! Grocery shopping!"

At that moment, there was another flash of light. An older woman stumbled out of the flash. "Donna! Glad you could make it. Why isn't your brain exploding?"

She shrugged, oddly calm. "I dunno. You've regenerated? Who's-" another flash of light, and a black woman appeared. "Doctor?" She called hopefully.

"I'm right here, Martha. Regeneration... It's complicated." He explained, hugging everybody. "I've programmed the computer not to let teleports in for another few hours, so we won't be overwhelmed. Aliens messing up the Tardis... It's complicated, too."

"I'm Clara Oswald," Clara began.

"Oswin. Clara Oswin Oswald." The Doctor corrected incorrectly.

"Right. I mean, wrong. I mean, hi." Clara was becoming confused. "Uh, anybody hungry? My soufflé is almost ready."

The Doctor groaned, but didn't say anything about it. "The Tardis has locked herself, nobody can leave. I'm sure she'll agree to give you rooms-"

A glowing sign, like the 'open' signs in restaurant windows, appeared on the wall. It pointed to three rooms that each had large wooden doors. Each had a stained glass sign: one said 'Pond,' one 'Donna,' and the other 'Smith.'

"So, we're stuck here." Rory asked blandly. "Tell the Tardis not to give us bunk-beds this time."

The Doctor frowned, but the couple were already gone. Martha sighed. "Any chance Mickey will show up soon? He's probably worried about me. We were in the middle of a combat mission, he might even think I'm dead."

"In about five hours. Well, somebody is showing up in five hours. I don't know who, but somebody who's travelled with me before. So possibly him." The Doctor rambled.

Six hours later.

"He still hasn't shown up? Nobody has shown up?" The Doctor wondered, popping a cinnamon roll in his mouth.

Clara shrugged. "Says five minutes, now. I'll get Martha." She opened the door to Martha's room... And closed it just as quickly. Three minutes later, a disheveled Martha poked her head out.

"So, when did he get here?" The dark-haired girl asked, unamused. Martha smiled sheepishly.

"An hour and a half ago."

"Come." She grabbed Martha's arm and jerked her out, pulling her into the control room. Mickey followed soon after, wearing a thick robe. As far as Clara could tell, he was only wearing underwear under it.

"Wait, if you're already here, who's about to teleport in?" The Doctor was confused.

"We'll find out in thirty seconds." Clara reported grimly. "Three, two, one..." The golden glow was tinged with red this time. Standing there was a face Clara had seen before, in several past lives:

The Doctor.

"What the- where- what have you done to my Tardis?" The 10th Doctor yelped when he saw the redecorated control room. Martha ran forward and enveloped him in a hug, which Mickey did not look happy about.

"Martha! Mickey! Hold on, that's Donna- Bit confusing, really, seeing as your brain hasn't exploded-"

Now it was Donna's turn to hug him. Then she slapped him. Then she slapped him again. "You stole my memory, twig-boy!" She snapped.

"Yeah, sorry, but how am I here anyways? I was dying, I remember dying." 10 remembered suddenly. "Who else is here- Rose?" He asked hopefully. Martha shook her head.

"Just us and the Ponds- you won't have met them yet, though." Clara explained. "The next teleport is in half an hour. Maybe she'll be here then."

"Based on the current pattern- most recent companions, then the Doctor who had those companions- she's pretty much the only option. Maybe Jack, though? Probably Rose. If River didn't show up, Jack won't either." The Doctor (11) deduced. 10 pointed his screwdriver at the scanner and the time suddenly dropped from thirty minutes to one second.

Just to prove 11 wrong, Captain Jack appeared. Clara had never met him, and her first impression was not a good one: he was naked and kissing something which had, thankfully, not come with him into the Tardis. After only an instant, he leapt backwards upon realizing that his girlfriend (or boyfriend) was no longer there. Someone passed him a robe and he came out, wearing something that looked like it came from the 1700s.

"What the pizza!" He yelled. (The Tardis was automatically censoring his real words.) "I was in Panama, in pthe year 2578, and now this?"

"Nobody cares about your love life, Jack." 10 sighed. "Clara, how long does it say until the next one?"

She quickly read the tiny numbers. "Two days. And it's refusing to speed up this time, so don't even think about it."

"But-"

"We have no proof that it's Rose. It could be Adam, or..." She didn't know anyone else who'd travelled with the 9th Doctor.

"God, don't let him show up." 10 gasped. "With that awful window in his skull..."

"Tentoo!" Clara blurted out. "Why didn't Tentoo or River show up, but Jack did?" 11 shrugged, disappointed that his wife was missing.

"Who are they?" Martha wondered quietly, and 11 proceeded to explain about 10's clone and Amy's daughter. It sounded very confusing.

"Right, everybody seems to have rooms down by the Ponds'. No visiting eachother's rooms at night. Got that?" 10 asked. He was glaring at Jack.

"Fine. Is there a private lounge somewhere?" Jack asked pointedly. Ten shrugged.

"Yes. Probably. But you are not to use it for anything... kissy." 11 decided. Jack rolled his eyes and left the control room, presumably to find better clothes. Martha grabbed Mickey's hand and dragged him back into her room.

And that was the beginning of the madness.