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"Now class, it's time to go and get your coats and head outside for recess." Clara Oswald states.

"Yes Ms. Oswald," the students chant almost in unison.

The principal steps into the classroom as the children leave. "Are you alright Ms. Oswald? There is a man on the phone for you Ms. Oswald; he says he's the Doctor." The principal states.

Clara smiles, grabs her coat and runs out the door.

"Doctor Who? Ms. Oswald come back immediately!" the principal shouts after her, but it doesn't matter because Clara was long gone.

"So nice of you to call me at work Doctor." Clara said as she stepped into the TARDIS.

The Doctor looked up from the controls, and smiled. "Yes I should think so, my Impossible Girl."

Clara laughed, "Where are we off to today?"

"I was thinking that we could take a trip to a planet that has been transmitting this signal."

"Oh really. And what are they saying?" Clara asked. The Doctor was being his typical clever self, the one that his wife, River Song, found extremely attractive.

The Doctor held up his psychic paper, there was a message written: "Help me; we are going to need a Doctor."

Clara strolled around the centerpiece to stand in front of the Doctor. "And you don't find that the least bit suspicious. You don't think that it might be a trap or something? Considering that you have so many enemies that want to exterminate or delete or send you back in time and eat your potential energy or shock you."

"Clara I know what the Daleks, Cybermen, Weeping Angels and the Silence are capable of. It is quite possible for it to be a trap, but when has that ever stopped me?"

Clara rolled her eyes, blaming his overconfidence, and out of the corner of them, she saw a red speck, "Doctor is that what I think it is?"

"What?" The Doctor played with the controls, pulling levers and pushing buttons so that he could latch on to the location and time without getting them lost, like he had done so many times before.

"This." Clara walked over to the window and picked up a fez.

"Ah, yes my fez. Thank you Clara; I was looking for that. Toss it here please."

Clara threw the fez at him and said, "Someday you could just walk past a fez."

"Never gonna happen." The Doctor crowed as he put the fez on his head. "I wear a fez all the time now; fezzes are cool."

Clara rolled her eyes. Oh, if River Song was here she would have vaporized that fez as soon as she saw the 'abomination'.

"I know what you're thinking and that's why I didn't invite River. Now, ready to go?"

"If this is some kind of trap I get to say I told you so."

The TARDIS makes its famous de/materializing sound as they land on the unknown planet.

"You have no idea where we are, do you Doctor?" Clara inquired.

"Nope but that's the fun of it! Why would you go to somewhere you've already been a million times. You know exactly what it looks like and what's going to happen, it's clever to try something new once in a while Clara." the Doctor said, adjusting his fez while he looking at the scanner, checking the surroundings.

"Says the man who always goes back to Earth." Clara mumbled.

"I heard that!" the Doctor shouts looking up from the scanner.

"You were meant to." "If I didn't go to Earth so often how would I have met you, my Impossible Girl."

Clara smiled. "Any signs of life, Captain Spock?"

The Doctor solemnly said, "Do not get me started on Star Trek Clara you will regret it for the rest of your life."

Clara laughed, "Fine, no Star Trek."

"Not from what I can tell."

"You mean like zombies?"

"Not quite." The Doctor threw open the door with a flourish only to find another door.

The outside of another phone box. "That's not right. I would remember this if it was me." he mumbled and pulled out his TARDIS key.

"What's happening Doctor, how can there be another TARDIS?"

"I don't know, but it looks like it was violently pulled here." he inserts the key into the lock and turns.

On the other side is the TARDIS interior, but a really strange version. It looked really old fashioned, like some Time Lord from 2006.

The Doctor turned to look back at Clara excitedly: "This means that I'm not the last Time Lord! There is still one left!"

A strange man walked out from behind the controls, he was wearing a blue suit and a trench coat on top. He had square glasses and looked as confused as the Doctor.

"Who are you? And where did you get this machine from? More importantly, how are you so skinny, you're like a matchstick man. " The Doctor asked.

"I could ask the same to you, except you're not that skinny." The man voiced, "It looks like you've done some interior redecorating."

"Yes I have..." the Doctor smirked, excited to be interacting with another Time Lord.

"I don't like it."

"Oy!"

"Doctor, pay attention and don't let the TARDIS talk get you distracted!" Clara reminded him.

"How are you the Doctor?" the man asked.

"It's a long story. One that I don't have the patience for at the minute. Now that you know who I am. Who. Are. You?" the Doctor asked.

"I am the Doctor." the man replied.

"Wait, how is that possible? I thought you said that you couldn't cross your own time line, especially after Trenzalore." Clara questioned, utterly confused - the Doctors just ignored her.

"What regeneration are you?" Clara's Doctor asked.

"Ten. And you?" the man-who-called-himself-the-Doctor responded.

"Eleven." Clara's Doctor answered.

"How did I die?" the-man-who-called-himself-the-Doctor wondered.

"I can't tell you that it could stop me from happening and create a paradox!" Clara's Doctor uttered - for a regeneration of himself this 'Doctor' wasn't very educated...

"So which one of you is the Doctor?" Clara asked quietly.

Still the men kept on chatting, mostly about paradoxes and how the-man-who-called-himself-the-Doctor didn't want to go.

"Which one of you is the Doctor?"Clara tried again louder. Still no reply. Annoyed Clara shouted. "I. AM. TALKING! If you would both just be quiet and listen, I would appreciate it a lot."

The Doctor chuckled, knowing not to get on Clara's bad side while the-man-who-called-himself-the-Doctor looked like he'd seen a Dalek.

"Thank you," Clara cleared her throat and continued, "Which one of you is the Doctor."

"I am," they both replied perfectly synchronized.

"Well, we both are." Clara's Doctor said. "That doesn't help, because when I say 'Doctor' you guys are both going to say 'What?'and then I'm gonna have to say him and do a lot of pointing." Clara retorted.

"Well you can call me Ten, since I am the tenth regeneration." the-man-who-said-he-was-the-Doctor suggested.

"And I'll be called the Doctor. After all, you know me best." the Doctor said with a wink.

"Okay, then." Clara thanked them. "Now Ten, why are you here?"

"A message was in scripted on my psychic paper. It said 'Help me. We are going to need a Doctor.' So nice when someone asks for help, I don't get to make house calls often." Ten replied.

"Really, now isn't that curious. I got the same message on mine." The Doctor told Ten showing him the paper. "Now would you mind parking your TARDIS somewhere else so that we can actually get outside to see what we were called here for?"

"No problem," Ten said as he closed the door.

The TARDIS' engines whirred and disappeared only to reappear moments later beside the Doctor.

That's when Clara saw it from the doorway.

A Dalek.

After catching sight of her from the eyepiece, it's body turned to face her and it screeched, "Exterminate!"

Ten threw open the TARDIS door to see what was going on and the Doctor looked up and screamed "No!"

The bright blue laser from the ray gun went straight into Clara's chest, hitting her heart. Her skeleton flashed dark blue as she turned translucent. Clara crumpled and fell backwards into the TARDIS.