A/N- Woohoo! Thanks to all viewers from yesterday! Thanks also to 13FutureAuthor99, ProudMudblood42, and Sophia Conrad for putting this on alert; Panda Puffin for the favorite; and AchievingNirvana and Timelady Alice2 for the reviews!
Sorry this is short. It's sort of an extra chapter which I wasn't going to put in, but then decided to. Get your favorite companions in! One last chapter until I'm not accepting any!
Chapter 7
"I feel normal again," Rose told me the next morning in the control room.
"So normal is flying around in a police box trying to stop aliens from taking over the universe?"
She beamed and nodded. "It is."
I was checking a few things on the console, flipping a few switches, pressing a few buttons.
"So are you the Doctor's younger sister?"
"No, older. I've just used fewer regenerations."
"How old is he really?"
"Let's see... Sixty-nine years younger than me... I think nine hundred forty-five."
"You're over a thousand years old?" she asked with a laugh.
"Yeah? Is there a problem with that?"
She giggled picked up what looked like several pictures. "Family photos?"
I walked over to see what she was looking at. In her hands were a handful of photographs. The top one had a pale old man with white hair. "No, that's the Doctor."
She flipped to the next: a man a bit younger with black hair and a recorder.
"Still him..." Flip. "That's him again..." Flip. "That's him in his fun years... That's him when he insisted on wearing a vegetable, don't ask." Flip. "That's him in his rebellious period... That's one of his more normal regenerations... And that's his Victorian age." Flip. "You know these next two... And that's his 'cool' regeneration."
"All of those are the same person?"
"Yes. Just different bod-"
"Thalia! Thalia! Thalia, are you there?"
Rose and I looked at each other. "Doctor..." she whispered."That's him! The second one I met!"
"Thalia, please. We need to talk about some things. I'm sorry- all of me is," I heard what sounded like my brother's fifth regeneration.
I blinked to stop tears from running out of my eyes. "I'm here, Doctor!" I ran to the monitor.
There were five of them: his fifth, eighth, tenth, eleventh, and twelfth. All of them gathered by the screen in either the tenth or eleventh's TARDIS.
"Thalia," the eighth came forward. "You're- you're alive!"
"Yes... I am, Doctor," I couldn't hold back the tears anymore.
His tenth grinned. "Brilliant."
I stopped crying. "How'd you all get there? Who's TARDIS is it anyway?"
The eleventh raised his hand and wiggled his fingers. "Right, so I was just traveling like normal and then I feel something hit me from all four sides. Then these four walk in. Took him to figure out we were all the same person," he pointed his thumb to the twelfth, who smiled proudly.
I took out my sonic and pointed at the screen. They were paused. I directed the screwdriver behind me. Holograms of them were in front of me. They looked around.
"Doctor!" Rose ran to him.
"Rose!" he suddenly looked thrilled.
"Doctor?" Martha stood in a doorway. She went over to him.
River walked in and over to his eleventh. "Guess who I met?"
He thought about it for a few seconds. "No, no, no, no, no... Not him..." he begged, referring to Jack.
She nodded. "Yes him."
Donna and my "date" stepped in. "Five Doctors?" he muttered to me, looking as if he was going to melt with excitement.
"There's not enough room in your bed for six, Jack."
The ginger walked over to the tenth and looked ready to slap him before a new, slightly deeper voice spoke, "That'll be as useful as hitting air, Donna."
She looked him over. "Who the bloody hell are you?"
"Him, him, him, and him," he raised his eyebrows, almost as a comeback. Her jaw dropped in disgust.
The fifth came to me. "The temperature of the Master is still as high..."
"Do you mean that literally?" The eleventh asked.
"Well, what do you think?"
His voice still gets high when he yells!
"Oh, you mean that by temperament right? Oh, I see."
Five bowed his head down in disappointment with his future self.
"What temperature would he be, anyway?" the tenth joked.
"Whatever temperature paint dries at," Twelve responded.
"Excuse me!" Five was getting irritated.
"What? One would think that he'd use a different tactic than cloning himself to take over the world again. It didn't work the first time around. And also, he likes to try it when I'm in the same time as him so I can do something about it. Never changes it. If he's going to use the same plan over and over like this, boring degrees Celsius may as well be a high temperature."
"Well, he is rather redundant in action..." the fifth said under his breath.
All five of them started to flicker. "What's happening?" Martha sounded worried.
"We're just leaving, don't worry," Ten said.
"'Just leaving'?" Donna asked sharply. "You better be back soon, Spaceman, or else I'll kick your a-"
Tick! They instantly disappeared.
"Wha... Where are they?"
"They were always in the one with the bowtie's TARDIS. I just made them appear to be here," I went up to the monitor. The screen was black.
"Can they come back?"
"Only if they send a message to her," River answered for me.
Rose had the next question: "Can you make them be more, you know, real?"
"Rose, unless we find a better TARDIS along the way, that's the best we can get."
Jack suggested, "Is there any way to bring them to us?"
"Yes!" Donna jumped and pointed at him after a moment of silence. "There is! Huon or something!"
"Huon particles! Brilliant, Donna!" I exclaimed.
"In liquid?" Jack asked. "We ma-"
"Of course you did, I worked for you without knowing and was poisoned with that while I was there!" she spat at him.
The captain raised his arms as if to say, "Ok, calm down".
"Wasn't my fault."
"So let me guess," I interrupted. "The place is underground and in Cardiff."
He looked at me and put his arms down. "You're right about the underground part. But it's in London."
Great, the other frequently visited place.
"Alright then. Let's find it."
I promise you a longer chapter next time, readers.
