The TARDIS made a whooshing sound as the 11th Doctor punched randomly at the control board.

"Doctor! Doctor, what's wrong?", Clara Oswald importuned from the other side of the console room. "I don't know, something's gone wrong with the time vortex, it's like three TARDISes are merging into one!" The Doctor furiously straightened his bow tie and fixed his fez. Then, I blinding white light shone brightly near the entrance and a girl stepped through. Her light blond hair shone with the radiance of the TARDIS's energy.

"Where am I?", the girl asked. Rose Tyler. "Rose." "Doctor?" The two ran forward and embraced leaving a very confused Clara in the dark. Suddenly, another brilliant light appeared, from which stepped a tall man in a brown trench coat and a middle aged woman with straight, fiery, orange hair.

"Oi, Spaceman, where have you taken us to this time?", The redheaded woman snapped at the man in the trench coat. "What?" The eleventh Doctor questioned, recognizing his past self. "Who are you and what have you done to my TARDIS?" the Tenth Doctor questioned. But before he could answer, three more people stepped from the light. Amelia Pond, Rory Williams, and River Song stepped into the console room. "Hello, Sweetie." River said flirtatiously. "Whoa wait a second, who's sweetie?" Rose asked furiously. An argument broke out between Rose, Ten, River and Eleven. Chaos ensued as Clara, Amy, Donna and Rory watched in confusion. Finally, someone broke it up. Everything was so chaotic, nobody noticed that two more people had entered the room. "Hey, hey, HEY! What in the world is going on here? Ladies, ladies you're all pretty, now where are we and who are all of you?" Captain Jack Harkness strolled in, followed by the Ninth Doctor.

"Okay, let's get everything straight here. I have absolutely no idea what's going on here. It seems like three TARDISes have combined, bringing in my past selves and their companions." Eleven explained. To prove his point, the white light returned, and out came Mickey Smith and Martha Jones. "Well, this is new.", Martha pondered. "Heey Mickey and Martha! How are you doing? Married I see, great!" Ten cried out in joy. "Do you think there are any more coming?", Nine asked. "Hard to say, many people have travelled with me, even for short times. To answer Nine's question, four more people stepped in, Sally Sparrow, Jenny, Christina, and Larry Nightingale. "But I don't get it! They barely even travelled in the TARDIS at all!" Eleven shouted.

As the newcomers looked about in awe, Eleven decided to do introductions, "Okay, so this will sound very confusing, but all of you have either travelled with me or helped me along my journeys or are me, so everyone listen up because I will do this once, and only once. The one with the big hair, is Professor River Song, we may or may not be married. This is Mickey, Martha, Rose, Jenny (who is my daughter), Donna, Sally, Larry, Amelia, Rory, Christine, Jack, Clara, Ninth me, and Tenth me. You all know who I am, and if you don't, than you should. Now, we have to figure out how we are all here, when some of us should be dead or in alternate universes, or shouldn't even remember me."

"I think I can answer that.", a new person that nobody recognized came out of the light. "Alright I think everyone's here, so it's time to get started!", a teenage girl with long, chocolate brown hair in ringlet curls steps into the room. The bright light closes behind her. "My name is Angel and I'll be directing the best musical in all of time and space, and you all have made the cast!"

"What do you mean, we've been cast in a musical?", Amy asked. "I went through A LOT of trouble to remotely hack into your TARDIS, so that we can put on the best version of The Phantom of the Opera ever!" Eleven had a look of disbelief on his face. "How did you-" "Call me a genius, I have my ways. Anyhow, here's the cast..."

So what do you think so far? This is definitely not a serious fic, just something fun and casual. I'll post the rest ASAP, don't worry!

Disclaimer: I wish I owned POTO and Doctor Who, but I don't. All rights to BBC, Gaston Leroux and Andrew Lloyd Webber.

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