DISCLAIMER: Shockingly, I am not the BBC so I don't own Doctor Who or any of their characters.

Last chapter ended a bit weirdly because I suddenly realised I had written 1000 words from somewhere so decided I'd better stop. But now have some more. I love comments if you can be bothered to type a few words about my story :) And wow sorry didn't give any warning but this is the last (long) chapter. I was going to do it in two shorter chapter but, hey, no difference really. Hope you guys enjoyed I will do this again sometime. Allons-y!

11 staggered shakily through the woods with 10 over his shoulder, trying not to walk into anything while also trying to ignore the shooting pain coming from his stomach. He must have been walking for at least a mile when he caught his foot on a root and fell to his knees, gasping in pain and letting 10 fall to the ground next to him. He knelt for a few moments, panting and clutching his stomach. It had almost stopped bleeding but he'd already lost a lot of blood which was soaking his shirt making him colder than he already was. 1 thought about ripping off the bottom and tying it around the wound but he didn't think the blood soaked fabric would do much. He shivered and ran his hands over his pale face. He could hear the werewolves getting closer. A growing sense of helplessness was forming in his mind. He had no idea how he would find the TARDIS. Just then he remembered something. 11 reached into his pocket and brought out his spanner he'd been using back in his TARDIS what seemed like forever ago. Then he reached into his other pocket and brought out 10's screwdriver and held the two tools up in front of him. He gave a small smile and pried the top section off the screwdriver. He looked at the wires inside and ignored them, looking for something quicker. Then 11 suddenly remembered something and screwed the top back on, pulling the panel on the side off instead. After sticking the spanner in and wiggling around a bit he found what he was looking for. A piece of wood – a chip that had come off the TARDIS; if he could just get the screwdriver with any power at all, it could work as a homing device. Not a very accurate one but it would be something. After several minutes he managed to temporarily fix some of the wires together and the light stuttered feebly. 'Great' mumbled 11. He waved it around him and it gave a little buzz as he held it to the left. 11 whooped triumphantly and gave a smile to himself. Just then he heard rustling and turning behind him saw dark shapes in the distance. 'OK; time to go' he muttered to himself. He quickly pulled off his bow tie, which was already undone, and tied the screwdriver roughly to his wrist so he would hear it as he walked. 11 hoisted 10 back onto his shoulder as fast as he could, trying to block out everything but the faint buzz from the screwdriver. The wolves were getting closer.

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11 had no idea how long or far he had been going, or how close the wolves were getting. In fact he was surprised they hadn't leapt out yet. Neither of the Doctors could've put up a fight at all. All he was focused on was the buzz of the screwdriver guiding him towards safety. His ragged breath left a cloud in the freezing air and he felt lightheaded from blood loss as if he would collapse at any moment. However the howling getting closer and closer drove him staggering on until suddenly, the buzzing stopped. He held up his wrist and looked at the screwdriver. 'No…' he said softly. He shook the device and groaned when it didn't respond. That was their last chance; there was no way he could find the TARDIS. He saw the wolves approaching out of the trees and 11 closed his eyes and braced himself for the attack when suddenly a siren filled the air. The wolves jumped and ran, whimpering, into the trees. 11 opened his eyes and saw flashing blue lights coming from the woods. He turned and stared, open mouthed at the source and shrieked with joy as he saw the TARDIS screaming her sirens away close by. 11 started laughing with relief and half-ran half-staggered towards it. Good old TARDIS, he thought to himself. She knows when I'm in trouble. He reached the double doors and leaned again it, hoping 10 would've left it unlocked when he crashed and, luckily, he had. The door swung open and 11 wobbled up the steps before lowering 10 to the floor by the console. He looked around at the TARDIS, admiring her previous decoration. 'Thanks you sexy thing' he said quietly with a smile. With the immediate danger of being eaten gone, stabbing pain abruptly reasserted itself from his stomach, making his head swim. He looked over to the door realising he'd left it wide open. 11 looked around and saw the TARDIS key hanging from the screen over the console. He grabbed it and stumbled down the steps with a hand across his stomach, towards the door. He slammed the door and locked it one-handed with a sigh of relief. He'd done it. They were alive. And with that thought his eyes rolled into his head and he fell forwards, sliding down the TARDIS door onto the floor.

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10 woke with one of the worst headaches he'd ever had. It even trumped the time he'd been struck by lightning on top of the Empire State Building. He sat up, groaning, vaguely aware he was in the TARDIS. He managed to push himself up and stumble into the TARDIS kitchen. He pulled out a glass and some various bottles, mixing them together in the glass. The liquid fizzed up and when it settled 10 downed it quickly, immediately clearing the fog in his head. He gasped with relief; at least he could think straight now. He looked around him, only then remembering the situation he'd been in and then remembering 11. 10 ran out of the kitchen back into the main console area and looked around, seeing 11 crumpled against the door. He jumped down the steps and knelt down next to him.

'Doctor' he said, shaking him lightly by the shoulder, careful not to disturb his wound. To 10's relief, 11 immediately stirred and slowly opened his eyes with a low groan.

'Don't move too much' warned 10. 11 looked up at him.

'Good morning' he said with a small smile.

'Good morning yourself! I see we haven't been torn apart by werewolves.'

'No, but your screwdriver's a little worse for wear' 11 held up the device still tied to his wrist.

'Oh no, what did you do to it!?' he untied the bow tie and looked at the device. He gave a sigh and tossed it aside.

'Never mind, explain later, so – main question – how did we get back to the TARDIS?'

'I carried you.'

'Oh. Well… thanks.' The two Doctors gave each other an almost embarrassed smile.

'Right, come on,' said 10, carefully helping 11 onto his unsteady feet, 'let's deal with that scratch of yours then.' And together they hobbled towards a room at the back of the TARDIS as the sun started rising outside.

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