[Author's Note: Thank you so much for the reviews and faves; I had no idea this would even get one review. Thank you. Also, a big "thank you" to HG131; you commented on the centering. I was not entirely sure on how to format this story, so I just decided to center it. It was really weird to me, but since I wasn't sure I suppose it hypnotized me into thinking it was all good. Thank you for setting me free! And to ChelGallifreya221B613; you will get your request in this chapter. Thank you again. Aaaaah! I can't let you guys down now. Thanks for the wait. Let's do this.]

Chapter Two

The Ponds and the Doctors walked deeper into the carnival; the sun slowly began setting as the sky became less bright. The Doctors looked all about, sonicing everything in sight, mumbling to one another and spouting out theories.

"Okay, okay…" began Rory, as the group stopped in its tracks to accommodate him, "So, you're the Doctor…you're the Doctor and you're the- You're all the Doctor!"

"Yep." replied Amy, "Glad you figured that one out, sweetie…"

Rory stopped them again.

"But-but how did this happen?! And…" Rory leaned in closer to his wife to whisper softly, "and what do we call the other two…Doctors?"

"Good question!" Amy's Doctor interrupted, "You can call me Smith, John Smith."

"Oi! I'm John Smith! If you're John Smith who am I suppose to be?" argued the spectacled Doctor.

"I have an idea." The taller Doctor joined the conversation, "You can be John and you can be Smith! There, problem solved!"

"Wait, if he's John and he's Smith…what-what do we call you?" asked Rory.

"Oh, you can call me the Doctor!" the Doctor stated with a grin.

This triggered an apparent problem. The three Doctors argued all of them making the same point, that they were indeed the Doctor; which was true for all their cases. Finally, Amelia had had enough.

"Alright, alright!" she hollered, "Since arguing doesn't seem to be helping why don't I decide what we call you?"

"Good idea!"

"Alright."

"I suppose if-if you wanna do it the hard way."

Amy ran her hand through her hair and sighed. "Okay, so-"

"Wait!" the taller Doctor interrupted again. "You can be 11, you be 10 and I can be 9?" 9 suggested, pointing at the designated Doctors.

"Brilliant!"

"Cool."

"Fantastic! Let's go!"

9, 10 and 11 darted off to the back of the carnival where an equally old hotel building stood, sending a light shadow over the carnival. They stopped at the brick stairs that lead to the entrance of the antique. Rory and Amy slowly caught up, while the Doctors began sonicing again.

"So, what's the plan?" asked Amy.

"Yes, what is the plan indeed." Started 11.

"I suppose the first thing we should do is try and figure out where…we…are." 10 trailed off, standing to his feet. "Alright! Rory, you go investigate the hotel with 11 and 10, and Amelia Pond and I will check out the rest of the carnival! How does that sound?"

"Hm, fine by me."

"Geronimo!"

"Ho-hold on a minute!" Amy walked to the side of the 11th Doctor. "No offense, but I'd rather investigate this place with the real Doctor."

"Ah, Amy not this again! It's the flesh all over again." 10 complained.

"We're all the same, the three of us, just at different times. Same memory, same…screwdriver—more or less." 11 reassured, displaying his screwdriver, "Trust me, it'll be fine." 11 smiled, placing a hand on Amelia's shoulder.

"Alright! Let's go, !" 10 stated walking towards the hotel steps.

"I'm not a Pond."

"Oh yes you are."

11 gave Amelia a reassuring smile and followed behind Rory and 10. 9 took Amy's hand and smiled.

"Come along, Ms. Pond; I can guarantee you investigating with me will not be boring!"

Amy ripped her hand away from 9's and began walking deeper into the carnival.

"Yeah, yeah, Mr… D-doctor—Mr… 9! Just…don't try anything funny…" she mumbled.

"Well, I wasn't trying to…" 9 realized that exactly like the flesh incident it was going to take a lot more than another Doctor's approval to get Mrs. Amelia Pond's favour.

9 sighed and quickly followed behind.

Meanwhile, in the single shadow of the hotel building, Rory, 10 and 11 reach a large amount of stairs.

"Well this is a lovely little building, don't you think?" states 11.

"Oh yeeaah! Vines, broken windows, faded curtains—I'd love to vacation here!" says 10.

"O-okay, you two…Doctors… 10, 11; We should make a…a plan before we go in there." Rory informs the Doctors, stopping them in their tracks once again.

"Oi who put you in charge?"

"We have a plan," starts 11, "It's to walk right inside!"

The two Doctors attempt to push pass Rory when a faint voice is heard.

"Doctor!" They all stop in their tracks.

"What is that?"

"Where's that coming from?" questioned 10.

"Doctor!" the voice said, only closer.

"Martha?" asked 10, "Martha? Martha! That's Martha!"

The two Doctors turned around to see young Martha Jones running towards them, her hair bouncing in the wind.

"Martha, Martha Jones!" 11 greeted, holding his arms out for embrace only to be passed in an instant.

Martha runs up and hugs 10 tightly.

"Doctor, I'm so glad to see you!" Martha exclaimed, "Where are we? How did we—how did I get here?!"

While 10 explained to Martha the little information they had, 11 informed Rory.

"S-so…is she—"

"Martha Jones; yes." 11 stated.

"Okay, sooo who's Martha Jones?"

"She was my...friend…companion… She rode in the TARDIS with me before…you and Amy, that's all."

"That's all?" Martha interrupted, angrily, "So travelling with me didn't mean anything to you? Now that you have a new face I'm nothing?"

10 chuckled, only to be reprimanded. "I should be mad at you too!" Martha barked.

"Why me?!"

"Because you're the same person!"

"W-well, I'm Rory…" he stated, trying to draw away from the tension.

"Hi Rory. Sorry you had to meet me like this…Bad first impression, I guess." Martha apologized, "S-sorry I yelled at you, Doctor…and…Doctor. It's just that…I haven't seen you in so long and I'm…I'm…pregnant…"

"What?"

"What? You're what?"

The Doctors exchanged looks at each other and then looked back at Martha.

"How did that happen?" Asked 11.

"Even I know that…" mumbles Rory.

As the 10th and 11th Doctor are hit with shocking news about a former companion, Amy is testing the 9th.

"So, after going through almost all the food in my kitchen, you finally chos—"

"Fish fingers and custard." 9 stated flatly.

"Hm…Okaaay… What's my son's name?"

"You don't have a son."

"Aha! That's right, but what is—"

"Melody Pond, or… River Song."

"Are we done with this?" 9 asked, a bit irritated, "I need you to help me figure out where we are?"

Amelia eyed the 9th suspiciously one last time.

"Well… we're obviously on an alien planet." She stated.

"Ah, that's my girl, and what makes it obvious?" 9 encouraged.

"Well, look at the sky!" she said, looking up, "No sky is that bright and yellow on planet Earth."

"Hmm, you're right…" he agreed, "and I don't know any planet that has a sky like—"

"Wait! Who's that?" Amy called, pointing a ways ahead of them.

9 looked in the direction Amelia was pointing in only to see another red head in the distance.

"What she doing here?" Amy asked, "Do you know her?"

"Yes… That's Donna Noble…"