Neb: fourth chapter and I really don't own Doctor Who.

11: this will be a good chapter, will I be in it.

Neb: Maybe, if I write you in it.

11: Well if I'm not, then it will be an alright chapter, not perfect, but pretty good.

10: Review to your hearts content!

The Doctor headed to a building where two men stood up front. They both wore white suits and white bowler hats. They stood at attention with their right hands on their swords and their left hands tucked in the right side of their coats where their Laser pistols were. "Well look there, guards wearing suits when the universe is against them, I had no Idea humanity could be so stupid," the Doctor stated. He humphed when he looked at them not moving or responding to his sentence. "I hate being ignored, that's the type of person I am... partly." He waved his hand in front of one of them, but his eyes didn't follow. He checked the man's pulse. "Still alive, yet somehow louder than normal?" The Doctor pulled open the man's suit jacket a bit and noticed a armored padding on the man's dress shirt. "Maybe you guys are smart," the Doctor responded before walking past them into the building. "And extremely good at standing at attention."

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A black man with one eye completely blank white while the other was dark brown walked along the road way. He wore a black suit with a black bowler hat and carried a cane with a bird claw gripping onto a small crystal. He grinned when he saw the doctor move into the building and decided to follow. "Finally found you my old friend," the man stated before he walked over. He saw an Asian lady head inside the building after the doctor. He could tell that she was foreign to this land, just like the Doctor and just like himself. All three of them lost in a time line that lacks sense. He was about to go in the building, but he noticed something weirder down the alley. He walked down the alley and saw a french dinning table maybe 18th century. He walked closer and held up his cane. The table had a mirror on the top of it, which had an unusual type of aura. He couldn't quite understand why it was here or what was going on. The man ducked when a blade made of clock pieces moved right by him. He blocked the next attack with his cane and then kicked the creature in the stomach. The creature lifted it's head up and increased the length of it's blade as it got into a different stance.

"I can tell by your sound, your a clockwork machine," the man spoke up. He lifted his cane and got into his own fighting stance. "Are you prepared to face your better?" The machine started lunging and drawing back its blade causing him to step back. He knew what the creature intended, it was planning to corner him into a wall in order to take away his free space. "Why is it you fight so well, is sparring your intended design, you shouldn't be able to move so freely?" The man ducked when another blade came above him. He then jumped to the right when the first blade lunged again. He turned his head to see another clockwork robot walking forward wearing a mask like the last one. The man grunted as the two clockwork beings released an extra blade from their other sleeves. "Who the hell made you," the man responded. More of them started coming down the alley. The man sighed before stepping back until he was cornered. They all moved closer two him each making blades emerge from their arms.

"What is your affiliation with the Doctor," one of the androids asked in a commanding robotic tone.

"Oh, so you can talk, well that just upsets me more," the man stated. "Look I get that you guys have this whole, black alley, cornering pray sort of thing going on, but can you guys just answer my question first, who made you?"

"What is your affiliation with th-" *Boom* The man had fired a beam of light from his hand incinerating the android.

"Next!" The next one charged at him, but he just repeated the same attack destroying it causing all of them to charge at one. He blew away each and everyone of them as they closed in on him and he laughed while doing it.

"Who are you," one of the clockwork androids asked.

"Thank you for asking, my steampunk friend, that is the question I would scream at the top of my lungs at the top of the tallest building the answer to." The man grinned as he created a ball of light in his hand. "I am the master!" *Bang*

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"Turn left," a voice spoke up in the Doctors mind. He did so on command. "Make three rights, then two more lefts then disappear in a nearby room." He followed the commands as he recognized the voice that was talking to him. "Screwdriver please." The Doctor lifted his Screwdriver and clicked it in front of himself hearing another screwdriver go off. The 11th Doctor emerged from thin air and grinned at the Doctor. "Glad you could help Doc, sorry I called you Doc, remind me to never call you that again."

"I shall, why are you here, is this a visit or do you have news about my investigation of our death and the disappearance of our predecessor."

"Afraid it is neither of those answers, the reason I am here, is because you are being stocked by a very dangerous person."

Both of the Doctors poked their heads out of the room to find an Asian woman looking around the hallway for the Doctor.

"So what is she, an android, Cyberman before final upgrade," the Doctor asked.

"Worse, she's our wife," 11th Doctor responded. "River Song with a whole new set of regenerations, just like us." The woman turned towards them and smiled causing them to fall back inside the room.

"Please, my love, I think I've earned a title now, I think I'll go with The River."

That's it for this chapter, hope you all enjoyed. :)