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-Also, speaking of reviews, I have had a few people ask if River will return in the story. Without giving anything away, yes. Yes, River will return at some point. But not yet. :)

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Chapter Four

The Time Vortex rarely saw any visitors other than the same old Police Box. Inside this police box that was the last Time Lord, the Doctor. Traveling with him was Donna Noble, a plucky, if annoying redhead who had been traveling with the Doctor on a couple of adventures so far. And then there was Dr. Martha Jones. Martha had given up traveling with the Doctor for about a year now. But after helping stop an invasion of Sontarans, she opted to travel with the Doctor for one last adventure. Now, she was going home. The Doctor had removed his coat, and was now wearing his favorite blue suit with a pair of Converse sneakers.

"Um..." The Doctor said. "Well, that's not right."

"What's not right?" Martha asked.

"Time and space is rippling!"

"What?" Donna questioned. "Rippling? Like water?"

"Well, kind of. It's not physically rippling. After all, time isn't physical, and neither is space, so it can't physically ripple. Well, I suppose the Time Vortex could ripple physically, though I've never watched the Vortex for ripples. Then again - -"

"Oi!" Donna yelled, "Get to the point!"

"That's just it! I'm not sure that there is a point. The TARDIS is working just fine!"

Martha decided to interject here, "Well, if everything is just fine, why don't we land?"

"No reason. Let's get to landing then. Allons-y!"

The TARDIS groaned as the grinding noise it often made began. A few sparks began to fly through the air. "Hold on! This landing may be rough!"

Suddenly, all noise ceased. No bumps, no grinding noises, just silence. Martha looked at the Doctor. "Rough?"

"I said it 'may be rough.' Excuse me if it wasn't."

Donna decided to ask the question everyone was wondering. "So where are we?"

"Excellent question, Ms. Noble!" The Doctor said as he rushed towards the doors. He swung the doors open, and on the other side of the doors was a man. The man wore a bow tie, and braces. "Hello, I'm the Doctor. This is Donna Noble and Martha Jones. Would you excuse me for a second?" The Doctor quickly shut the doors. "Alright, judging from the way people dress, we seem to be in the 1920s."

"And where are we?" Martha asked.

"Judging from the surroundings, it is either a night club or my TARDIS out there."

"What?" Donna asked.

Eleven opened the doors to the recently landed TARDIS. "Hello, I'm the Doctor. Yes, I know you're the Doctor, and guess what: he's the Doctor too. Now, I just want to ask what on earth you are doing here?"

Donna was very confused. "How can there be more Doctors? Besides, you two look nothing like the Doctor!"

Martha looked at Donna and replied, "Regeneration. I've never seen it, but he can change his appearance when he's close to dying. Am I right, Doctor?"

Ten was standing against the TARDIS console. "Yes, Martha, that would seem to be the logical explanation. But I must say, Braces, I don't remember ever being you." A grin came across his face. "Are you from my future then?"

"Yes, yes. And if I memory serves me right, you're Ten, which makes me Eleven and him Nine."

Nine waved his fingers at his other future self. "Hello!"

Ten waved back to Nine. "Yes, Hello, I remember you. Where are you right now? Rogue Dalek? Autons?"

Nine thought for a second. "Just brought Margaret's egg back to Raxacoricofallapatorius."

"Ooh." Ten grimaced, "The Slitheen."

Donna turned to Martha and quietly asked "Do you have any idea what they're talking about?"

"Nope." Martha replied.

Eleven asked Ten, "You're turn. Where are you coming from?"

Ten looked at Nine who promptly closed his eyes and put his fingers in his ears. He began to sing a little tune as to drown out his other selves.

Ten turned back to Eleven. "Jenny. I just lost our daughter of one day."

"Oh... I'm sorry."

Ten turned to Nine and slapped him in the shoulder. "Oi! You can stop singing now!"

Rose had been hanging back in the other TARDIS, but was now starting to make her way out into the new one. "Doctors?"

All three Doctors turned to Rose and replied in unison, "Yeah?"

Ten got very choked up when he saw Rose. "Rose?"

"Hey. Do I know you?"

"Well, y'know me, always getting nervous and...making no sense."

"That's clear now. But do I know you? Are you another Doctor? Another TARDIS, another Doctor? Do I have that right?"

Ten took a deep breath before proclaiming "Yep! You got me!"

Nine asked the question that had been on his mind since they met Ten. "Now, if we've got the three of us here, are we going to meet the rest of us? Eight, Seven, Six, Five - -"

"Five! Mr. Celery Stick! I met him last Christmas!"

"We know." Eleven and Nine said.

"So now what?" Martha asked. "Is there something we need to do? Is there some kind of emergency?"

"Well, this has happened before." Nine commented. "And during those times, we had to deal with some threatening situations."

"Threatening?" Donna piped up, "I've faced Mount Vesuvius. I've saved the Ood. I helped stop the Sontarans! What kind of threatening situations can outdo all that?"

"The deadly Game of Rassilon?" Ten suggested.

"Omega's plot to destroy time itself?" Nine contributed.

"Don't forget Dastari and Chessene trying to perform dangerous experiments with time." Eleven reminded his selves.

"Okay, okay, fine!" Donna shouted, turning her back, "Sorry for bovvering you!"

Nine whispered to Ten "Why are we traveling with her?"

"Don't ask." Ten whispered back.

Eleven began walking around the TARDIS. His mind was scrambling with thoughts of loss. Ameila...Rory...I never should have brought you along...

"Doctor?"

Eleven turned around.

Nine had called Eleven who had been wandering towards the doors. "Where are you going?"

"Nowhere I suppose."

Ten had a stern look, and was wearing his glasses (or as he called them, his "brainy specs.") "We were just discussing why the three of us have happened to arrive here. Do you know what year it is?"

Rose spoke up at this point, "I saw a newspaper on the way here. It's December 20, 2012."

"Ooh..." Ten mocked, "Mayan Apocalypse."

"Apocalypse?" Donna and Martha asked.

"Oh please." Nine laughed.

"Yeah. I know that's not true." Rose said, "I saw the earth die in the year 5,000,000,000."

"Of course it's not true." Ten reaffirmed. "Unless the Mayans had time travel, which they didn't, they had no way of knowing what the world would be like in 2012, and whether it would end then or not."

"Just rubbish, I suppose you'd say." Eleven said.

"Yeah, but it can't just be coincidence if all three of you are here. There has to be some reason."

"No, there doesn't." Eleven said.

"Surely you must be kidding." Ten said.

"No, I'm not. This is no more than coincidence." Eleven was serious. "If you'll excuse me, I think I'll wait in my own TARDIS for it to finish repairs."

"How can you deny that something is happening?" Nine yelled at him.

"Because I choose to deny it. I am the Doctor. You are my past. I have dealt with enough for one day, so I do dare to deny it!"

With that, Eleven left the TARDIS in anger.