A/N: Hi out there. I've decided to start a new story, all about what I think might happen if the Doctor regenerated as a girl, and was there on the Day of the Doctor. Please, read an review, but no flames, please, because this is my first Doctor Who fic.

Disclaimer: I don't own. (This is kind of obvious.)

The swirling mass opened before her, like a tornado, but she knew what it was. And she had to admit, she didn't think she liked it.

"What's that?" Ronan, her companion, asked over her shoulder.

"Really?" She asked herself, sarcastically. "I'm kind of busy!" She turned, and looked at the boy with black hair and green eyes, placing a hand over her white, space-age armoured hip. She walked back, considering the rip that had opened up in the top, left-hand corner of the mirror that lined one side of the alien infested dance studio, and looked at herself and Ronan. She, of course, had the short, spiky red hair and green eyes that she had regenerated with, and she wore the black suit with the white, moulded, plates of armour sitting over the top of it. She had to admit, with all her usual self-confidence, that it looked as good on her as it ever did.

He opened his eyes for the first time, having realised that he must have just regenerated, and looked around the TARDIS. In the corner, leaning against a metal pillar, was Ronan. He had black hair, green, inquisitive eyes, and stared at him. His eyes were wide in shock.

"Doctor?" He asked, uncertainly.

"Is that who I am?" He asked herself, putting a finger to his chin. He immediately noticed that he had chestnut coloured skin, which was odd, he believed. He looked into his memories, and realised that before he must have had pale skin. "My skin was paler before." He remarked, bringing his oddly soft, and oddly feminine hands before his face.

"That's not the only thing that changed." Ronan remarked. That was when he looked around.

"Oh my god!" He noticed that the entire place was burning. "Out! Out!" He opened the wooden doors, and stepped outside the wooden police box that he knew to be his home, the TARDIS. He stepped outside, Ronan following in his wake as fast as humanly possible, which wasn't that fast when you come to think about it. He realised that they must be in London, especially after he spotted the bridge. The London Bridge. He whipped his head around, looking, and taking in the familiar sights of London. As he whipped his head about, a piece of hair fell before his face. He looked at it. It was auburn.

"Auburn!" He cheered, his voice oddly high pitched. Feminine. "I've always wanted to be ginger, and auburn's pretty close, don't you think?!" He turned, and looked at Ronan, smiling at the boy, and then giggling as he almost fell over backwards, a stunned look on his face. Wait. Giggling? How unlike him. The confusion crossed his face.

"Ummm…." Ronan stammered.

"Umm what?" He snapped. "I was considering. Giggling? How very unlike me. Not masculine at all."

"Well, it is only to be expected." Ronan said, sarcastically rolling his green eyes.

"What do you mean?" That high pitch again. "Unless…" It then occurred to him. Or should he say 'her'? She looked at Ronan with wide eyes. "Oh no!" The feminine voice. Again. "I require a mirror." She said, trying to keep her temper in check. She considered this feeling, for a moment. Was this who she was, now? Someone who lost her temper easily? It would suit the hair. She smirked a little. Ronan looked at her.

"There aren't any mirrors around here." He pointed out. She sighed, and then looked down her shirt.

"I was right." She muttered. She placed her hands on her face, and felt. High cheekbones, defined jaw. Rather large, almond shaped eyes. Short, red hair. Spiky, she thought. Also with bangs, and she could feel the strands falling into her face. Then, she felt down her body. Flat stomach. Er… Bumpy chest. Wider hips. Hourglass figure, obviously. Typical to females. Then, she felt down between her legs. "Whoo hoo! There's a party going on down there! Ha!"

"Doctor?" He asked again, disbelief colouring his tone. She turned to him, and looked him in the eyes.

"I'm still me, if that's what you were wondering."

"Doc, you didn't answer my question." Ronan brought her back to the present day when he spoke.

"It's a rip in the fabric of time and space. Anything, really, could be through there!" She sounded especially ecstatic about that. "But really, now is not a good time." Then she saw it. The small, blue pole. "Of course." Her eyes widened in realisation, and in recognition.

"What? What is it, Doc?" Ronan asked, looking in her line of sight.

"Don't call me that. I'm the Doctor!" She corrected him. Not for the first time. "This is where I come in." She walked up to the blue pole, lifting it. She walked up to the swirling mass on the top of the mirror, and threw. It disappeared, into the vortex. She smiled at Ronan. "I'll be back." She walked back a few steps. and then began to run. "Move out!" She called, and jumped through the vortex.

The Tenth Doctor really did not enjoy the fact that his soon to be bride had an alien duplicate. He also didn't really enjoy the fact that, due to his inability for foresight, he may have just changed the course of human history. The Virgin Queen? So much for that. But that most certainly was not the most important thing happening, not in that moment.

"Ha! Matchstick man!" The odd man, before him, exclaimed. He had short, brown, floppy hair, that was rather stupid, in his opinion. And he had the oddest chin. His brown, tweed suit and bow tie really wasn't helping, as Tenth felt the fez that had fallen through get swiped off his head. Then, he realised.

"You're not…" He trailed off, bringing his hands to his chest. The other one copied, no, mirrored him. He reached inside his coat, and pulled out his Sonic Screwdriver, the cream and metal case with the blue, glowing tip. It hummed in his hands, as he held it up, and looked at the man, who had mirrored him, taking out a chrome Sonic, with a green tip. The man smirked, and extended it, and it hummed and made the sound that he was so familiar with. It was huge! He extended his own, and was miserable to see that it didn't match up. He raised a sarcastic eyebrow. "Compensating?"

"For what?" The other asked.

"Regeneration. It really is a gamble." Tenth shrugged. Then, something fell to the forest floor between them.

"A blue pole?" The other Doctor questioned.

"I… I'm not sure." Tenth shrugged, again, still holding out his screwdriver. But then, there was a yell.

"Move out!" A feminine voice yelled. Then, there was a massive puff, and dead leaves flew everywhere. When they cleared, the two male doctors were left facing one another, their screwdrivers held out, in comparison, and then there was three. The next arrival was a woman. Rather attractive, Tenth admitted. But he would never say that aloud. Not in front of Elizabeth, if he wanted to keep his head. She had short, red hair and green eyes, with chestnut skin to match. She wore a black suit, with interlocking, white, moulded pieces of armour over the top, so that only a little of the black showed between the gaps in the armour. And even then, Tenth realised that the black was sparkling slightly with what he presumed to be more metal, interwoven into the fabric. It was highly modernised armour. She wore a belt, that wound around her waist and hips, and it had a silver and chrome gun attached to it. On her head was a rather odd looking headband, with pointy, white parts sticking out above the ears. It had glowing blue parts, and Tenth realised that it must be some sort of communicator.

"Hello, beautiful woman!" The other Doctor exclaimed.

"Why, hello there. I did tell him that anything could happen." Tenth wondered if she was talking about himself from the future. "Ronan!" She called through the portal. "I think I might be here a while." This Ronan didn't reply, and it bungled Tenth's idea that she might be a future companion.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"Of course!" She slapped her head. "You have no idea. I'm pretty sure you are the Tenth?" Tenth nodded in confirmation.

"I'm Eleventh." The other doctor filled in. Tenth nodded. It would make sense, he thought. But he wasn't ginger, which was a bit off putting.

"Now, I think I came at just the right point." She took her gun off her belt, and held it up. It was chrome, white and silver. On the end, encased in silver, was a large, golden stone.

"What's that?" Eleventh asked.

"That's my Sonic Screwdriver." She filled in.

"Ah." Tenth nodded, in understanding, until she flicked the switch next to the trigger up, and it almost doubled in size.

"Now, are we done with our measuring contest? I've got the biggest, and I'm a girl!" She exclaimed, giggling heartily.

"What do you mean?" Eleventh asked. "And may I say, you are quite the looker!" Again, she laughed.

"Ahem." Tenth coughed to interrupt. "Are you done flirting? We need to know who she is."

"Well, I think that it is all quite interlinked, boys. After all, it really is odd to be flirting with yourself." Tenth raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"Wait…" Eleventh began.

"I think he's getting it!" She exclaimed. "However you," She pointed to Tenth. "Are taking much longer than I would have thought."

"Wait…" Eleventh stammered, again.

"Can you stop that!" Tenth snapped. His mind worked double speed, trying to figure it out. She obviously wasn't human, and she obviously wasn't a member of any other race besides Tenth's own.

"Wait…" Eleventh repeated.

"Well, I really thought that you would both be smarter than this. It isn't like it's that hard to figure out. After all, I would have thought that my own smarts weren't a unique trait. But obviously, it is either hard for you both to process, or you are both complete and utter morons." She said, walking around Tenth and Eleventh. They still had their Sonics up, and comparing lengths. "And honestly, put those away. We get it. You both have big Sonics."

"Wait…" Eleventh stuttered out. "You're not…" He repeated Tenth's words from earlier.

"You wanna bet?" She asked, sarcastically.

"Wait…" This time, it was Tenth who stuttered out the word. She slapped her chestnut coloured hand against her forehead, the fingerless, black glove she wore meeting her forehead.

"Why don't I start again?" She asked. Tenth nodded, and swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"I… I think a proper introduction would be good." Eleventh stuttered.

"Right. Hello, I'm the Doctor. The Thirteenth Doctor. I came after the old man that you are going to turn into. And yes, I have auburn hair, which is pretty close to ginger if you ask me." She said. Tenth began to process it in his brain.

"But… But you're a girl!" Eleventh stuttered out.

"Well, aren't you smart." She rolled her green eyes sarcastically.

"But… But I'm the last!" Eleventh stuttered out.

"That you are." The woman, Thirteenth, said. "Spoilers." She tapped the side of her nose, and Eleventh burst out in a loud guffaw.

"Tell me. Is it still Trenzalore?" He asked. Her eyes turned sad.

"Yes. It will still be Trenzalore." She told him.

"What's on Trenzalore?" Tenth asked.

"Nothing." Thirteenth hastily said.

"What are you all doing here? I'm busy!" Tenth stuttered out. The surprise of seeing his future selves was quickly wearing off, and he had to admit that he didn't like it.

"Oh. Right. Busy." Thirteenth turned, and looked behind Tenth, at the two women who had to this point, been silent.

"Doctor?" They asked, in sync. "Who is this woman and man?!"

"Busy? Is that what we're calling it? Eh? Eh?" Eleventh asked, sarcastically. He picked up the red fez, and placed it on his head, before bowing to the young ladies. "Hello, ladies." They both had bright, curly, ginger hair, and wore Tudor style dresses. After all, they were both Elizabeth Tudor, the current Queen of England.

"Aww, don't start!" He said to his future self. He felt a soft hand on his shoulder, and saw his other future self walk up beside him, her auburn hair blowing softly in the breeze.

"Don't worry." She said, sarcastically. "You'll have them back soon enough. He won't try anything. And, I think I know which one is the real one, so I don't think you have to worry overly about that, either. I, of course, can't help you. You have to figure it out on your own."

"What do you mean?" Tenth asked Thirteenth.

"Well, isn't it obvious? I'm here to observe, and possibly help a little, but other than that, I can't help you. I know how this is meant to play out, and I have to leave you to it. I think my own mission is to figure out why I'm here." She said. Tenth nodded. That would make sense.

"Stop it!" The Eleventh was still flirting with Elizabeth. Or, Elizabeths.

"Hey, what you get up to in the privacy of your own regeneration is up to you." Eleventh said. Tenth rolled his eyes.

"One of them is a Zygon." A tinkling laugh sounded, and Tenth knew that Thirteenth was laughing.

"Eugh…" Eleventh blanched. "I'm not judging you." Then, they all remembered the portal. All three turned, and looked up at it. Eleventh and Tenth both put on glasses, and Thirteenth pressed one of the blue lights on the side of her headband, and a blue visor slid down over her face. All three then caught sight of one another.

"Ah. Lovely!" They all gestured to one another's eye instruments. Then, Eleventh turned to the Elizabeths.

"Probably a good time to run, your majesties." He said.

"But what about the creature?" They asked, in sync. Thirteenth had to admit that it was kind of creepy. Then, Tenth turned to look at his bride to be and her alien duplicate.

"Elizabeth, whichever one of you is the real one, turn, and run in the opposite direction to the other one!" He exclaimed, pointing in opposing directions.

"Of course, my love!" They both exclaimed. Then one walked forwards.

"Stay alive, my love, I am not done with you yet." She forcefully grabbed Tenth's face, and kissed him forcefully. Eleventh blanched, again, remembering that one could be the Zygon, and Thirteenth rolled her eyes, and sighed. Then, Elizabeth broke the kiss, and lifted her skirts, running away.

"Thanks. Lovely." The other Elizabeth ran up.

"I understand. Live for me, my darling, for we shall be together again." She said, and then forcefully kissed the Doctor. Again, Eleventh blanched, and Thirteenth rolled her green eyes. Then, the other Elizabeth began to run in the other direction.

"Well. Won't that be nice." Then, Thirteenth cut in.

"Just correct me if I'm mistaken, one of those was a Zygon?" She asked.

"Yeah." Tenth replied.

"Big red rubbery thing, covered in suckers?" Eleventh asked. He was still pale, and the little lines in his forehead were creased as he blanched white.

"Yep." Tenth looked like he was about to gag.

"Venom sacks in the tongue?" Thirteenth continued, as Eleventh blanched.

"Yeah, I'm getting the point!" Tenth hastily cut in.

"Right. The point. I'm sure you're getting it." Thirteenth said, mockingly. "Now this, this is fun!"

"Doctor?" Another female voice called through the portal. All three turned, and looked up the portal. "Is that you?"

"That's not Ronan." Thirteenth said.

"No, that's my companion, Clara." Eleventh said.

"Hey, I remember Clara. I have to ask, did you kiss her at any point? Two thousand years makes me forget." Thirteenth butted in. Eleventh blushed a bright shade of red.

"What's it to you?!" He asked.

"Geez, just curious." Thirteenth shrugged, rolling her eyes. "Oh… Wait… Sorry, I'm not very confident with other people, just a bit of a flaw, I guess. But I think, you getting a bit, well, flustered about it means you did kiss her!" Thirteenth exclaimed. Eleventh changed the subject, speaking to his companion.

"Clara?! Is that you? Can you hear me?" He asked.

"Yeah, we can hear you. Where are you?" She asked.

"I think we are in Tudor England, around 1562. Am I right?" Thirteenth filled in.

"Yes. How did you know that?" Tenth asked.

"Not hard to figure out. Queen Elizabeth, obviously earlier in her reign. There were also reports of you in around this time period." Thirteenth said.

"Is there someone in there with you?! Who are you talking to?!" Clara asked.

"Myself!" The three called back, in sync. Then another voice came through, this one more masculine. Then, they grinned stupidly at one another.

"Can you come back through?" Clara asked. Tenth and Eleventh turned to look at Thirteenth.

"I don't think that physical passage in both directions is possible." Thirteenth said. Then, another voice came through, a male this time.

"Doc?!" It called.

"Ronan, what have I said about this?!" Tenth could see that this annoyed Thirteenth immensely. "I am the doc-TOR! Doc-TOR!" She put great emphasis on the last syllable. "If you are not going to say something properly, don't say it at all!"

"Doc, are you okay?" Ronan had obviously ignored her, and she rolled her eyes.

"I'm fine, physically." She said. "I think I may be here a while. I'll come back." She said. "Just, get to the TARDIS, and please, don't let the Sycorax see you!"

"The Sycorax?" The Tenth Doctor asked.

"Yeah. We were getting chased around a dance studio by the Sycorax soldiers in 2006." She explained.

"2006 was a nice year." Eleventh remarked.

"It really was. But not right now. At the moment, the Sycorax are trying to enslave the human population. Again." She said. Tenth noted that, and filed it away in his mind. He would have to talk to his future, female self about that.

"Ah. Lovely." Eleventh replied.

"Okay, Doc. I'll see you soon. I'm going to the TARDIS." Ronan called.

"Well, seeing as that's what I just told you to do…" She trailed off, rolling her eyes. "Ronan is my companion, but god can he be stupid sometimes!" She exclaimed.

"Aren't they all?" Eleventh exclaimed.

"Hey! I heard that!" Clara called through the portal.

"Right. Sorry." Eleventh apologised.

"Are you done? We kind of need to figure out what's going on with the portal." Thirteenth nodded.

"Ah right. Physical passage." She began. "Wait, I know." She took the fez from Eleventh's head, and then threw it. "Here comes the fez, Clara!" She called.

"No fez here. Who are you?" She asked.

"I'm the Thirteenth Doctor. Your doctor is here with me, and the Tenth Doctor too." She filled in.

"There is precedent for this." Another voice told Clara.

"Kate Stewart, isn't it?!" Thirteenth called.

"That's right, Doctor." The other voice called through the portal. "Just, keep them talking, Clara." Back in the under gallery, Clara nodded to Kate, and Kate walked off, her phone to her ear. "I need my father's incident files. Codenamed Cromer. 70s or 80s depending on the dating protocol…" As she walked off, back into the hallway filled with stone dust, and the statues covered by canvas, a shadow loomed up behind her.

A/N; Read and review, y'all!

Also, for those of you who read my Artemis Fowl stuff, don't worry. This is just a side project, to try and stave off a little bit of the writer's block I'm having. Don't worry, I'm coming out with a new chapter for both Elizabeth Morgana and Queen of Fey sometime in the near future.

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