"This is all your fault!"

"How is it my fault? If I hadn't had to run after you, after you ran the wrong way, we wouldn't be in this mess!"

"Be quiet!" a cane thwacking down in front of them, stunned the Doctors into silence. The Second Doctor leaned over to his future self, "did you notice nobody realised we're not in our usual outfits?" he whispered and The Doctor nodded, "I want my ruffles back."

The cane slammed back down in front of them, "I won't tell you again…" The Doctor stood up, dragging his previous self with him, "Lord President, I..."

"QUIET!"

The Doctor sat down again looking sheepish, his previous self giggled and the Doctor tugged on his end of the handcuffs so the Second Doctor fell backwards into his seat, he glared at his future self. "Now then," the President began to walk back and forth in front of the court bench the two Doctors were sat behind, "I and the other members of the High Council have noticed how you two never get along…"

"It's not my fault!" The Second Doctor interrupted, "he's a pompous-"

"SILENCE, Doctor!"

The Second Doctor frowned and slumped back in his seat, folding his arms, causing his future self to practically lie across him, "do you mind?"

"Not really," the Second Doctor smirked, "my word the Time Lords gave me a tremendous hooter didn't they?!" he prodded his future self's nose, "it's kind of beaky."

The Doctor covered his nose with his free hand, "at least I'm not short anymore, and my dress sense has improved." The President sighed as he watched them argue like school children, "give me strength," he muttered, shaking his head in despair, "Doctors!" he boomed, stunning them into silence again, "please, you'll make my hair go grey…now, as I was saying, you two never get along."

"You don't say," the Doctor muttered and received a withering glare from the President.

"I have brought you both back to Gallifrey to serve your time." The Second Doctor raised his hand like a child nervously answering a question in class, "what have I...er..we done?"

"You are both accused of causing mayhem in the Death Zone of our great planet!" the president yelled, slowly turning red in the face, "you've caused countless yetis to be trapped in the underground tunnels of the tomb of Rassilon!" The Doctors looked at each other and dissolved into giggles, "not only that!" the President continued, "you've also caused injury to eight High Councillors!"

"That was an accident!" The Doctor protested, leaping to his feet again.

"Yeah!" the Second Doctor agreed, "…what I said."

The Doctor looked at him, "in all my years, that's quite possibly the poorest use of grammar I've ever heard myself use!" he looked back at the President, "in all due respect Sir, we thought they were intruders, myself and I were only protecting dear old Rassilon's tomb."

"Protecting it with Venusian Akidio and nunchucks?!"

The Doctor looked at his previous self, "I meant to ask, where did you get those from?"

The Second Doctor shrugged, "I found them in my TARDIS, you find wonderful things in there if you take the time to look."

The President called in the security, "these two are giving me a migraine," he sighed, looking helplessly at the security guard, "take them away and lock them back in the cell."

As the Doctors were being led away, the taller one turned his head to look at the President, "when can we go back to our own time streams?"

The President smirked, "oh, you won't be seeing Earth again for a long time, Doctor."