France, Middle of WWII, 1944 1:30PM
The Doctor pulled his sonic screwdriver from the pocket of his tweed jacket and it started whining, matching the whining coming from the blue thing glowing in the other man's hand.
"Oh brilliant! I saw the TARDIS outside, so I thought it'd be you… ah, me… um, you. Not how I imagined I would look – are you the next one or have there been a few since me?"
"The very next," The Doctor said, still thinking intently. He was staring right into the face of his last regeneration. He hadn't done that since their adventures with the War Doctor. Although, the Doctor wouldn't remember it, and even if he did there was no guarantee that this was a linear Doctor – the War Doctor adventure might not have even happened yet. Sometimes time-travel was confusing, even for the Doctor. He sighed and put his screwdriver away just as the other Doctor did the same. It was only then that he looked past and saw the woman with him.
While Ten looked Eleven up and down, commenting on the chin and the outfit, Eleven stared at the woman. He was barely concentrating enough to retort to the scathing comment about the bow tie, but he caught it just in time.
"Bow ties are cool. Besides some of us have worn worse. Remember the question marks? And the Flute?"
"Hey, I liked the flute!" The old Doctor's eyes twinkled mischievously.
"Hang, Doctor are you telling me that this is you? Another one?" The blonde girl spoke for the first time.
"Yes." The two men answered in unison.
"Rose?" It wasn't really a question. The Doctor stepped forward and pulled her into a huge bear-hug. She tentatively returned it and a smile swept across her pretty face.
"Two of you at the same time?" She grinned, "This is going to be interesting."
"Will someone, for the love of god, tell us what is going on!?" Dean bellowed and the trio finally acknowledged the bewildered people.
"The Doctor does this thing called Regeneration – when he's dyin' he kind of changes, becomes an entirely new person." Rose tugged at a lock of her hair as she spoke, her eyes wandering over the new faces.
"Like a demon? Just puts his soul into another person's body?" Sam frowned.
"No, he makes the body himself – it's a Timelord thing. His whole form changes, his face his taste-buds, his mannerisms. Everythin'. But it's still the Doctor. It's kind of hard to explain."
"Yeah, no kidding." Sam's frown faded slightly, replaced with amusement, although the grief was still as it had been before.
It was then that Ten saw the grim expressions of the whole party and he looked beyond them to where the body of Clara lay, wrapped in a blanket that one of them had found in the home on the second floor.
"Oh I'm sorry. I'm so, so, sorry. What happened?"
"It's complicated." Eleven sat down on the nearest chair with a thud and rubbed his face, "Why are you two here?"
"It's complicated." Rose and Ten said at the same time and the Doctor's smile returned, albeit a little smaller, as he turned to the other six people, "Who are you lot?"
"It's complicated." They said synonymously. Dean and Sam crossed their arms.
All of them looked at each other in silence. And then looked some more. They looked at each other so long that it became ever so slightly awkward. And the longer they looked the more awkward it became, but by that time they were so far gone that they just continued to wallow in the awkwardness. For most of them, it gave them a chance to dwell on something other than the death of their friend.
Crowley was the one who broke the silence.
"So these two are the ones the prophecy talked about right? Does that even count? There's two of the same person."
"Ah yes, but we're from completely different time-streams, and technically we're different people… sort of." The Doctor said, "I don't know, we need to study the prophecy more. Maybe it counts him and I as the same person and Castiel is the eighth member, or maybe we're separate people and Cas is safe. I don't know; I need time to think!" He groaned in frustration, emotions building again.
Sam and Watson jumped forward to place their hands on his shoulders in an attempt to calm him. Rose's hand automatically slipped into the Old Doctor's searching for some comfort – for a place to hide from the raw grief in front of her.
"It did say one shall die; I assume that's Clara. Maybe the escaping this life is you regenerating into, well, you." Sherlock gestured between the two doctors.
"No, it didn't happen this way." Eleven said, tweaking his suspenders. Ten stared at him curiously and opened his mouth to say something.
"No. We're not going to talk about it."
"I was actually going to ask what you were doing here."
"Ah. Well, it's a long story."
So the Doctor filled in the other Doctor and Rose with their venture with a little, and often rude, input from the Winchesters, and then it was their turn to listen.
"So we had just gotten home from this amazing trip to an impossible planet orbiting around a black hole, and it turned out that the whole thing was actually a trap for a giant ancient demon and the Doctor broke the trap and sent the planet into the black hole, and I thought he'd died, but it turned out-" Rose's sentence cut short with a look from Ten, "Okay not important. Anyway so we thought we were home but when we stepped out of the TARDIS it smelt funny, like rotten eggs and the sonic was picking up weird vibes – like yours. So we followed it, like you. The only difference is, we didn't recruit a bunch of fictional characters along the way." She threw a dirty look at her own Doctor as if to say; Why couldn't we have done that? He returned the glare with a grin and she melted internally.
"So we must be the other two that the prophecy mentioned. Ooh, Rose, we're noble. That's a fun word, isn't it? Noble? Wouldn't it be brilliant to know someone with the name Noble?"
Eleven laughed and spun around in the way he always did when he was feeling cocky. His mind flipped and he tried to put Clara to the side, he would never be able to accomplish anything if he let everything bad that ever happened drag him down. Besides, he could feel the stirrings of a plan at the back of his mind. There was something not quite right with her death. And it couldn't be coincidental that Rose and Ten had just returned from the trip to see the ancient demon. The universe was conspiring to bring events together and he didn't like it. The last time that happened, the Pandorica had opened and the world had ended. So he stood up straight and straightened his bowtie.
"I have a plan."
"So do I." Ten said.
"Well. That's unfortunate. What are the odds that we have the same plan?" Eleven said.
"High I'd say, relatively speaking."
"Does yours involve trans-dimensional jumping and space-flux and paradoxes?"
"Yep."
"Good. Because that's exactly what we need."