The characters say Tenth Duplicate and 11, but it's told from everybody's perspective! This is my version of how we should celebrate 50 years of Doctor who in 2013, because everybody loves those old faces.

Rated T, yeah, some bad words O.o, but not THAT bad. Please review and enjoy! I've got more chapters on the way!

Also, this is a reposting, I had this up before, but I decided to change it up a bit. Enjoy!

It had been two years since Amy had seen the Doctor. She missed him, but she was far too happy to worry much about him right now. She wondered about him from time to time, but mostly she just smiled whenever she saw a fez or a bowtie. As much as she loved the adventure, having a proper life now wasn't so bad. It was nice not having to constantly fight for your life all the time. However, she couldn't help those hankerings to get off planet, see a few stars, go on an adventure or two, but she'd have to find the Doctor first. And that was no easy feat.

It was a beautiful Spring afternoon, and she and Rory were celebrating the good weather by enjoying it; they were out in the woods on a walk. The evergreens seemed to scrape at the sky, and the light cast glorious beams through the trees, glittering on the dew that still lingered from the morning. They were completely alone.

"This sure beats the house," observed Rory, who was engrossed in the fantastic greenery around him. Amy took his arm joyfully, walking briskly, and with a certain bounce in her step, smiling away.

"Ah, the glories of nature!" she said with a British accent; her own impression of a ridiculous Nature TV program. Rory grinned, but didn't say anything.

They walked in silence for a few minutes, Amy's mind drifting, thinking about Melody, then River, even though they were the same person, back to Melody again, and then to Rory. Her wonderful Rory, her sweet, incredible, thoughtful –

"Amy!" he shouted, causing her to start terribly.

"What was that about thoughtful?" she muttered to herself.

"Sorry?" said Rory.

"Nothing," she replied.

"Oh," he said, somewhat confused. "But did you just hear that?" he asked her.

Amy stared at him for a moment, somewhat bemused, and a little embarrassed. How far had she drifted off into space this time? It happened every so often, but it must have been really bad this time.

"No," she said. "what was it?"

"I could have sworn it was…some sort of engine," he said. "Not the TARDIS," he added hastily as Amy's eyes widened. "but definitely some sort of alien engine. Like…like it was going to explode or something."

"A crashing space ship?" Amy guessed. How very right she was.

As if on cue, there was a resounding screech of a failing engine somewhere over their heads, and both of them looked up just in time to see a massive ship crashing through the trees in front of them.

"MOVE!" shouted Rory, and moving faster than Amy had ever seen him move in his life, he tackled her in the style of an American football player and they tumbled of the bridge they had been walking on and into the creek. Moments, later, the ship smashed into the ground. The engines groaned and cried, sputtering for life, but with a crack, and a final hiss, they died, and the machine moved no more.

Wiping mud from her eyes and mouth, Amy scrambled to her feet and raced towards the ship without a moment's hesitation. She sprinted towards the smoking machine, but skidded to a halt some fifteen feet away, staring at it with her mouth open slightly.

"Are you seeing this?" he said.

The ship, which looked like a space ship, was flickering. It seemed to be flashing from being a spaceship, to something else…something smaller, and blue. It was flickering so fast however, it seemed to be both at the same time. Then, there was a loud bang, and the change was permanent.

"Oh…my…God," Amy whispered. "It's him! He's back!"

"Why did it sound like that?" Rory wondered aloud, but Amy didn't hear him.

There it was. The TARDIS. Amy grinned at her befuddled husband, and was about to run up to it when the door opened, and out staggered…someone else. He stumbled a few feet away, and was immediately followed by another person, a girl, who grabbed him by the shoulder to support herself, because she was laughing so hard. Both of them were. Amy stared.

"What the hell was that?" the girl gasped. "Some 'Maiden Voyage'! Yeah, pop open a bottle of champagne, pull out a glass,"

"Oh, will you stop it?" the guy growled in return, but he was laughing too. "This is just…." He looked around. "A little detour."

The woman kept on laughing, when she spotted Amy and Rory, who were standing slightly rigid, almost as though they had been turned to stone. She paused, and straightened up. The man was looking around, somewhat confused.

"Where are we?" he wondered aloud. The girl snorted.

"Detour?" she asked him with raised eyebrows. "Anyways, enough of that –"

"Well," he said, oblivious to the fact that he was interrupting. "Who said you have to know what detour you're taking?"

"Hello," she said pointedly. The man turned and spotted Amy and Rory.

"Ah," he said.

"Er…hi," said Amy uncomfortably. "Who are you? Why do you have a…Police Box?" she asked. She tried not to give away how much she knew.

"Oh, don't mind us, we're just, passing through…where?" he said, awkwardly scratching his head, prompting Amy to finish the sentence.

"Leadwood, England," Amy supplied. "Who are you?" She was getting nervous. What were these people doing with the TARDIS? Where was the Doctor?

"Oh! Sorry, I'm the Doctor, and this is Rose," he said. Amy and Rory stared at each other. "Who might you be?"

Amy stared at him a moment, and then she had an idea. It was an odd idea, a strange, and rather ridiculous idea, but she thought she'd give it a try.

"I'm Rory," said Rory somewhat uncertainly.

"My name's Amelia Pond," Amy said. The man grinned.

"Brilliant, Amelia Pond," he said cheerily, "Sounds like something out of a fairy tale."

"I knew it!" she shrieked. "It really is you, boy do you look different."

"Different time?" Rory asked.

"Looks like it," Amy asked. "Rose, what's your last name?" Rose looked thoroughly confused.

"Tyler?" she said, bemused.

"He's mentioned you before," Amy said.

"Who has?" Rose asked.

"The Doctor," Amy said.

"Well of course I do, we travel together," said the Doctor. Amy smiled, observing the two of them. The Doctor was slightly taller, and skinnier than he was now. He was wearing a pin-striped suit, and a long tan coat. He had lots of messy brown hair, and was wearing a cheeky grin. Rose had long blond hair, and was wearing a grey hoodie and blue jeans. Amy grinned somewehat slyly.

"I like the coat," she mused. The Doctor, still grinning, managed to look confused at the same time.

"Better than the bowtie anyways," she said, the grin still on her face. He raised an eyebrow at her. "You haven't met me yet," she explained. The Doctor nodded, the smile slowly fading.

"Ah," he said. "New face then?"

"Yeah, didn't know you could do that," she said.

"Time Lord thing," he said. "What year is it?"

"2013," Amy said. Rose looked at the Doctor.

"But…" she said.

"Yeah…" he replied. His hands were in his pockets. He paused a moment before saying anything. He looked up at Amy. "You know the Doctor, correct? He wears bowties, and looks different from me, and travels around in a box that looks something like mine?" he asked.

"Yeah," Amy said, narrowing her eyes slightly, a bit confused.

"Well…" said the Doctor. "I'm not him, and we're not from a different time period, we're from a different Universe."

"But…he's spoken about you two," Rory said. Rose smiled.

"Well, good to know I wasn't a stray dog," she murmured.

"I'm, well, I'm the Doctor, but I'm not a Time Lord," the Doctor said. "I'm…well…I'm a human Time Lord." He sounded almost disgusted at the thought. Rose punched him lightly.

"Oh come on," she said, rebuking him slightly. "Human life isn't THAT disgusting." The Doctor didn't answer.

"So, you're the Doctor before the Doctor I know, but you're not actually him from a different time zone, and you're a human?" asked Amy.

"Yep," said the Doctor.

"So, how did you get here?" Amy asked him. The Doctor sighed.

"Well…" he paused. "We just, sort of…"

"No idea," said Rose bluntly. The Doctor glared at her.

"Great," said Amy sarcastically.

"Yeah, isn't it? The question is," he paused a moment, walking over to the smoking TARDIS. "Why did she do this? She was ready, roaring to go, she wanted too, but then she goes of like this, ramming us into another universe, and - "

He stopped mid sentence. There was complete silence, and for a moment, nobody spoke a word.

"What the hell..!" cried Rose.

"What is that, what's going on?" came Amy's voice.

"I, is it just me or is it really getting cold?" came Rory's voice, up a few notches.

"Now, hold on a moment," came the Doctor's voice again. "Quiet!"

He listened. Nothing. Nobody moved, because nobody could see. The sky, the day, the light had suddenly gone dark, and it was starting to get cold. Very cold.

Suddenly, the daylight returned, and all four of them stood exactly where they had been before, unchanged, except Rose, who was now gripping the Doctor's arm very tightly. The Doctor was looking extremely worried. He looked around at everyone in turn.

"Everyone alright?" he asked. They all nodded. He was about to say more, when there was a shout. All four of them whipped around. A girl was running towards them, and from a distance, she looked terrified. At first, Amy thought it was just a poor little girl who had been scared by the darkness, but as she got closer, she realized that she was not a little girl at all. She was young, probably around eighteen or nineteen years old, and somewhat scrawny looking. She skidded to a halt in front of them, hardly casting a glance at the smoking Police Box. She took a moment to catch her breath. She had medium length, layered black hair, and was wearing jeans and a bright yellow sweatshirt. When she looked up, Amy felt the hairs raise up on the back of her neck. Her eyes were deep, dark green, and there was something extremely unnerving about them.

"You four," she gasped. "Come on! Quickly!"

"What?" said the Doctor incredulously, "Where…how…what's the matter? It's alright, the lights back again,"

"Shut up!" the girl snapped. The Doctor looked highly affronted. "Look, we don't have time, Rose, Amy, Rory, Doctor, come with me, NOW!"

With that, she turned and sprinted towards the edge of the woods again. Amy was completely bewildered, but as she exchanged glances with the others, each one knew what the other was thinking. They sprinted after the girl. Once they had caught up, Amy decided to restart the conversation again.

"Do you have any idea what's going on?" she shouted.

"It's the sun!" the girl yelled back. "Something was obscuring the sun, and it's only going to get worse. The whole world's going to freeze, so you all need to come with me!"

"How do you know who I am?" the Doctor shouted. The girl looked back, and this time, there was a smile on her face. She did not answer.

"Who are you?" Rose gasped. The girl's smile broadened.

"My name is Lucy Scullvanger, and all four of you are going to help me save the world!"