A/N: I wrote most of this. TAKE THAT BECKY! Just remember that Peter is a big Doctor Who fan and has been watching it since it first aired. Tennant was also a huge fan... Maybe in fifteen years, I will become the next Doctor! I can just see 'Pyromoosepoop' flying onto the screen while a vortex spins behind it. Dark Queen Peyton and Becky can be my companions. Actually, I hate Becky so I'll just steal some random person from London. I HAVE PLANS PEOPLE! I HAVE PLANS! Just read chapie foree of me fanficy. (Don't ask, I don't know what I'm saying as well.)

Peter woke up again at about 9:00 and noticed the TARDIS was still in his yard. "Jenna. Seriously. F #$ you."

"I FOUND IT!" the Doctor yelled. He had a green dimly glowing crystal-like thing in his hand.

"Found what?" Clara asked. They both woke up a while ago inside the dark TARDIS.

"It's a thing!"

"A… thing…"

"It could give the TARDIS energy again and take us back to our dimension."

"Is it supposed to be that dim?" Clara asked

The Doctor looked at it. "Well, you have to do this." He said, then blew gentle air onto it. The air soon turned an illumines yellow, making the crystal shine.

"Regeneration energy?"

"Something like that. It will take a couple hours to get fully charged."

A knock was on the TARDIS door. "Jenna! I know you're in there! How the f$%^ did you get this f! #ing thing here? It's bloody heavy!" Peter yelled through the door

"Our friend is back." The Doctor said sarcastically.

"You forget, Jenna. I am the Doctor." Suddenly the door opened. Peter looked around the bigger on the inside room. "HOLY F #$!"

"How did he do that? The opening the door thing." Clara asked

"All systems are off. The lock doesn't work."

"It… it's f #$ing bigger on the inside…" Peter said

"Observant, aren't you." The Doctor said.

"Don't be rude." Clara whispered to him.

"You… You two are real…" Peter muttered. He looked at the Doctor. "I've been watching you since I was wee, at the age of three" He said as he hugged his doppelganger.

"Okay." The Doctor said lost for words.

"Are we a TV show in this dimension?" Clara asked

"Can I meet Winston Churchill? The Aztecs? Shakespeare? No wait, let's go to the future! Or another Galaxy!" Peter jotted off ideas excitedly.

The time travelers looked at the enthused actor, speechless.

"Can I go to Gallifrey? Can I fly the TARDIS? Jenna has to see you two too! Can you come to work with me? Moffat will explode when he sees you guys!"

The Doctor and Clara looked at each other. "We have a couple hours, don't we?" Clara asked

"Not every day I get hurled into another dimension. Just every other regeneration."

"Geronimo!" Peter said, knowing it was the wrong face, but he didn't care. He ran out of the dark TARDIS, followed by the time travelers.