Author's note: My laptop is on the fritz, so I can't work on my main muse, The Monkees, as all of my stuff is on my laptop. However, my sister and I can now focus on Doctor Who. Also, we have finally decided that in our GTTniverse, this story is number 5. Hopefully, this will be the last time we change the order. SO, here's the next chapter. Enjoy!


The delivery man walked up to the blue box and hesitated. The box barely seemed big enough to fit two people, but this was the address that the man on the phone had given.

Walking forward, the man knocked on the blue double doors, balancing the five pizza boxes in one arm.

The door swung open to reveal a man with tousled brown hair and a suit. "Oh, right," The man said. "Doctor, your pizza's here."

He moved aside and a another man, this one with red hair and a goatee. "Good, I love pizza. How much do we owe you?"

"More then fifteen minutes," A voice sang from inside the box. "It's free."

"That's just your rule," The man with the brown hair called back. "And it's pretty much pure bravery that he even came out here."

"You know nothing's really going on at the moment, right?" A redheaded woman said, stepping into view and raising an eyebrow at the man in the suit.

"The Tenissfuin are still waiting."

"I know that," The man said. "But he doesn't really, does he?"

The delivery man blinked at the three. "Um," He said. "How many people do you have in there?"

The man in the suit looked at him, a tad distracted. "Oh," He said. "Just...a few."

"Doctor," Another girl said, coming into view and pushing the red-haired man out of the box so that she could fit into the doorway. The man with the brown hair and the other woman also moved aside. "Doctor, we're all pretty hungry." The girl continued. "And the Master and Jack started arguing again, can we hurry this up?"

"Do-" The delivery man stuttered. "Are you - What's that box?"

"Oh, nothing," The red-haired man said with a smile. "Just simple, everyday, blue-box stuff."

The redheaded woman and the young woman both scoffed.

But then the two were also pushed away from the double doors and a man with blonde hair and a very familiar face appeared.

"Oi," He said, frowning at everyone. "I'm not paying you all to stand around and chat. Get into the TARDIS."

"You're not paying us to do anything," The man with the brown hair said, frowning a bit.

"Fine then," The man frowned. "Just don't pay me."

"Are - you look like Harold Saxon," The delivery man said, staring at the look a-like of the former Prime Minister.

"It's nothing," The red-haired man said, grinning. The other man, the one with the blonde hair, nodded. "Only a little bit significant. Actually, quite a bit significant."

"None of that," The man with the brown hair said, frowning at the blonde man. "No telling civilians about us."

"Well, you just told him that we're not civilians." The blonde man said, raising his eyebrows.

"If you're not civilians," The delivery man said, confused. "And you've got that weird... Box, then... are you like, aliens or something?"

"Oh, please." The young woman said, frowning at the delivery boy. "Aliens? Really?"

"With - with the thing-y hanging over our heads, anything can be alien," The delivery man stuttered. "Es-especially people in random boxes that - that are full of people. One of which is a ghost Harold Saxon."

"Well, look who was paying attention." The Saxon man said, smiling at him.

"Get inside!" Another man, this one with black flyaway hair, said, glaring at the Harold Saxon clone. "Do you want someone to call the police?"

The Harold Saxon man pouted indignantly. "This man obviously isn't scared off easily." He said. "Plus, the police are getting flooded with useless calls for help. Honestly, one spaceship and the entire world goes into panic mode."

"That's what I thought," A girl with curly, caramel colored hair said, as she also stepped up to stand next to the man with flyaway hair.

"Just get back inside." The man with the dark hair said, pushing against the Harold Saxon clone and the girl with the caramel hair.

"Gosh," The Harold Saxon guy said. "A guy can take a hint. I know when I'm not wanted. Come on, Sally. Let's watch from the monitor."

"Alright then," The girl said.

They both disappeared from sight, along with the black haired man, and the man in the suit turned back to the delivery guy with an apologetic smile. "Sorry about that." He said.

"Your pizzas?" The man asked, holding out the pizza's with a shaking hand.

"Did you get barbeque chicken?" A boy with mousy brown hair said, bouncing into view. "Because the Master said that on the phone. You know, I like the Master. I think he's cool. And do you know what he told me? He told me that he wasn't much older then me when he graduated from the Academy! Then he told me that he was lying, but it was still really-"

"Jimmy," Interrupted the redheaded man. "Maybe this wouldn't be the best time."

"Of course there's barbeque chicken." The Harold Saxon man said, reappearing and smirking at the boy, apparently Jimmy. "Unlike the Doctor, I always listen to people."

"What?" The man in the suit exclaimed indignantly. "You never listen to anybody! Least of all humans."

"Oh, just get the pizzas and pay the man." Harold Saxon said, rolling his eyes.

"You said not to pay the man!" The brown haired man reminded him.

The Saxon man frowned at him. "Oi," He said angrily. "No contradicting your Master."

"Here are your pizzas." The delivery man said, thrusting the pizza's into the arms of the red-haired man.

"Thank you," The man said, fumbling a little but managing to keep his footing. He turned and went into the box, and a cheer went up from inside like there were several more people inside.

The delivery man looked behind it, but it was just a box.

"How much do I-" The tall man with the brown hair started as the redheaded woman, the young boy, and the young woman all left.

"It was over fifteen minutes." The man who had referred to himself as the Master said. "I'll give you a tip," Here he turned back to the delivery man. "Next time you're at the library, check out a book about a champion of the world. And yes, I just quoted Lemony Snicket."

With that, the man grabbed the brown haired man's arm and yanked him back into the box. The man protested with little more then an indignant 'Oi!', and the other blonde man rolled his eyes again before smirking at the delivery man and then slammed the doors shut.

The delivery man stood there, gaping at the box for a second, before pulling out his cell phone and calling up 911. All he got was a busy signal.


"So we're just gonna wait here?" The Master said for the hundredth time, frowning and crossing his arms.

"For the billionth time, yes," Twelve said, smiling. "That is to say, we're just going to wait here, but we're not only just going to wait here."

"That made absolutely no sense," The Master said pouting.

"Like you're one to talk," Jack noted.

The Master frowned at him, then held his hand up at him and pantomimed pressing a button. "Beep," he said. "I muted you. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to start fixing things."

"What do you mean, 'fixing'?" Donna asked warily.

"I mean, it doesn't even matter if this mysterious person who's supposed to get here gets here if here can never go anywhere else," The Master said. "As long as we're grounded, we're powerless. Besides, that exposed wire up there on the Puttanesca Particle Regulator is really, really bugging me."

"Wait, Puttanesca?" Sally asked. "You mean like pasta?"

The Master frowned. "Pasta!?" He said. "That is a crucial piece of Time Lord technology, very important! The Pasta is like the particle regulator, not the regulator is like the pasta. Or roast beef."

"Roast beef!?" John said.

"Yes," The Master said. "It is the Swedish term for beef that is roasted."

"But we've got pizza," Jimmy reminded them.

"Oh yeah," The Master said. "Good boy, Jimmy. Give me a piece of barbeque chicken while I take care of that pesky puttanesca particle regulator, will you? Twelve, when is your mysterious companion showing up?"

"Oh. he's not mine," Twelve said with a smile. "He's Eleven's. I haven't seen him. But he'll probably be here soon."

There was a knock on the TARDIS door just then.

"Who iiiis iiiit?" The Master sang out in a squeaky voice.

Everyone looked at him for a second before Ten moved to answer the door. As soon as the door was opened, a man with a rather permanently-worried, but all around nice face stepped in. "Doctor?" He asked, looking at Ten. "Wait, you're the wrong one. You're the last one."

"What?" Ten asked, frowning in confusion.

"Hello, Craig!" Twelve said with a smile. "He's the last one and I'm the next one. The current one, well, for you anyway, is out."

"THE DOCTOR IS OUT!?" The Master said suddenly. "Oh, that's so... huh..." Then he trailed off and turned back to the puttanesca particle regulator.

"Okay," Craig said, looking confused. "What's going on then? Where is the Doctor? I mean my Doctor, the current Doctor?"

"We're using their regeneration numbers now," The Master said. "That means the number of Doctor you're referring to."

"Alright then, where's... Eleven?" Craig asked.

"Sorry, um, who are you?" Ten asked, still frowning.

"Oh, you haven't met me yet," Craig said. "Well, Doctor, er, Ten, I'm Craig. Your room-mate."

"My what?" Ten asked.

"Well, it's um, complicated," Craig said. Across the room, Larry chuckled.

"Fine then," Ten said. "No spoilers, I know."

"Wait, paradox!" Craig yelled suddenly, putting a hand over his mouth. "I'm talking to the Doctor, but he didn't know me when he was him! You don't know me and you can't know me because you don't know me!"

"Oh, now you've gone and confused everyone," Jack said sarcastically.

"What are you talking about, he was perfectly clear," The Master said. "Don't worry, Human-I've-Never-Met-That-Everyone-Is-Calling-Craig. That giant ship in the sky is a paradox machine. It works."

"But what about when it's gone?" Craig asked. "And the Doctor knows me before he knows me?"

"Good question," The Master said. "But not relevant right now. We'll blow up that bridge when we get to it."

"Right," Ten said. "Well, not about blowing up a bridge. Well, I suppose it might come to that eventually. Well, we'd better... cross that bridge when we get to it. Right now, we don't need to wait any longer. It's time to keep going. Who's next on the list?"

"What list?" Craig asked.

"Eleven made a list of people he wanted to gather, to fight the aliens in the sky," Jenny said. "There's only one more person he specified."

"He made a list?" Craig asked. "Then why did I have to find you on my own? Why didn't you come to me?"

"You weren't on the list, mate," Mickey said apologetically.

Craig blinked, then nodded, looking frustrated. "He never asks for help," he said. "Why doesn't he ever ask for help? He doesn't have to do everything alone all the time!"

"Tell me about it," Rose said.

"So, the last one on the list is River." Amy said after a short pause, looking up from her list to see if anyone had any objections this time. "She's out of prison, so how are we going to find her?"

"Just turn around," River said from the door. Everyone whirled around in shock.

"River." Amy greeted her as River walked further into the room. "How did you know what was going on?"

River smirked. "Spoilers." She reminded her.

"I take it that that's River." The Master said, looking fairly impressed with her entrance.

"No, it's a Dalek." Jack said sarcastically, rolling his eyes at him. The Master frowned at him.

"I heard that there was trouble and I didn't want to miss the party." River explained, she smiled at the Master. "Hello again." She said.

Everyone turned to the Master, who raised his eyebrows in confusion. "Have we met somewhere before?" He asked in surprise.

River smiled. "I have," she said. "But you haven't."

Sally sighed. "Will someone please explain what's going on?" She asked.

River turned to her. "Well," she said. "I'm a time traveler, just like the Doctor, so our timelines are all mixed up. We keep meeting out of order, which is precisely what just happened with the Master and I."

The Master nodded once, now understanding. "Well then," he said. "I look forward to one day knowing you first," he said. "And since you're the famous River Song, I feel I must ask; why the Doctor?"

River smirked and turned to Amy, completely ignoring the Master, who looked a bit put off by this. "So, now that I'm here, I would like to know why I'm needed," she said. "I know about the Paradox machine, but what's so important about it?"

"It's being controlled by an ancient alien called the Tenissfuin." Amy said, hoping that she sounded more knowledgeable on the subject then she felt. "They're supposed to be really powerful and really bad."

"Really, really, bad." The Master cut Amy off. "According to legend they kept control of every living thing and ruled every dimension with chaos and darkness. They might have even been the beginning of the Time Lord race, but then again they might have been phantoms with connections to no one."

"If they can gather control of everything, why haven't they?" River asked, thinking.

"They are waiting." The Master explained. "Or to be more specific, he is waiting. The last Tenissfuin. For what?" He shrugged. "I don't know."

"The last?" Amy said, looking at him with frustration. "You didn't tell us this before."

The Master blinked at her in bewilderment. "Oh," He said. "Yeah, I forgot. Dalek Caan's predictions all kind of jumbled together after a while."

"Right," Jack glared. "Is there anything else that you've 'forgotten' to tell us?"

"I don't like your tone." The Master said, leaning against the wall. "Let's not forget that I'm trying to help you for once, or that your Doctor trusts me, or that I'm a genius whose part in this could mean the difference between a victory for us and a victory for them."

"So, really, what are we doing?" River interrupted, looking at Amy questioningly. "And where's the Doctor?"

"Which one?" Kara asked her. "Ten, Eleven, or Twelve? Or are you talking about John?"

"Eleven." River clarified.

"He's being a distraction, with Rory." Amy said, trying to hide her worry. "They're somewhere in the ship."

"What are we supposed to do?" River sighed. "We can't just leave the Doctor in the machine and wait, we need a plan.

"Yeah, we know." Amy told her. "Him and Rory are sort of counting on Ten to think up one. He, the Master, and Twelve have been thinking for a while about what to do when we picked you up. None of us know what they're talking about most of the time."

River laughed. "Oh, I'll bet." She said. "So, what am I supposed to do?"

"The Doctor wanted you to call him on Rory's cell phone." Amy explained. "Apparently, it's important. He said that he couldn't gather the troops without you."

"Well, I'll just give him a call." River dialed the number and smiled as it clicked on. "Hello!?" Answered Eleven, sounding panicked.

"Hello, Sweetie," she said.

"Oh, River! Good, Amy got to you!" Eleven started talking quickly. "Listen. I was captured. I'm not sure where Rory is, we got separated. They're going to take my phone now, No, just a second, I'm almost done! River! The TARDIS is malfunctioning, you need to-" The line got cut off and River stared down at the phone.

"Well, he got himself captured, of course!" She said. "Now we're going to have to change the plan so we can go and save his neck!"

"We can't just change the plan, whatever it is that those morons have been talking about." Amy said worriedly. "But we need to save them."

"We can fix the plan so that it includes getting me out." Ten assured them. "It was always sort of part of the plan anyway."

"We do have the plan completed. There's a separate first step," Twelve said. He stood and addressed the group at large. "Alright, everyone." He yelled. "We've come up with a plan of sorts."

"Of course, the TARDIS is regrettably broken and can't be driven." The Master started speaking. "So, first things first, we need to fix it."

"There are only a handful of people with the ability to fix the TARDIS." Ten interrupted him. "There is myself of course,"

"And me and River." Twelve put in, smiling.

"And me." The Master smirked. "Plus Donna, because she has part of the Doctor in her."

"And John Smith." Ten also said. "And Jack might be able to help."

"I can help!" Jimmy exclaimed, jumping up.

"No, Jimmy." Twelve sighed as he looked Jimmy up and down worriedly. "I think that it would be best if you just stayed back."

"No you can help." The Master told him, frowning slightly at Twelve. "We could use an extra set of hands to get screws or something."

"Thanks, Master!" Jimmy said excitedly. "This is gonna be so great! I'm going to help three Time Lords, four if you count Donna, and an ex time agent fix the TARDIS! Oh, it is so cool!" He rushed off to go and get something and the Master smirked at the Doctor before turning back to the group.

"And all you other idiots can sit still and stay out of our way!" He demanded, glaring at them. "TARDIS fixing is an exact science. Even one second of distraction can be the difference between a happy TARDIS and a dysfunctional TARDIS. And you wouldn't want me to accidently blow it up or something."

"How can you accidently blow something up?" Jenny asked him.

The Master shrugged. "You'd be surprised." He told her.

"The Master is correct," Said Ten, addressing everyone. "Well, not about blowing things up. Well, I've blown stuff up on accident before, so I guess he is right about that." He considered that for a second. "But he's right about the quiet, I mean. This is a very delicate and old ship, we need to do things carefully and for that we need you all to not distract us. You can still talk amongst yourselves,"

"Although, you're all so stupid that even that might distract me." The Master cut in, rolling his eyes.

"But we would like it if you were less noisy then usual." Ten pressed on, ignoring the Master.

"After the TARDIS is fixed properly," River spoke up. "Eleven has gone and gotten captured." She said, placing her hands on her hips and sighing. Everyone who hadn't heard the phone call looked at her in alarm. "He and Rory have been separated and they took his phone. We need to save them. Next step."

"I agree." Twelve said, pointing at her as if she had all the answers. "I definitely need rescuing. But we need to rescue Rory first, wait, and then come back for Eleven."

"Why would we wait?" Amy asked anxiously, "Is the Doctor in trouble?"

"No. Actually yes, but not that bad." Twelve tried to assure her, running a hand through his red hair. "It's important that he gets the chance to call us. Don't worry though; it'll all make sense to you someday."

"So I'm that kind of man, then?" Ten sighed, inspecting Twelve. "The 'It'll make sense in the distant future' kind of man?'" He sighed and then stuck his hands in his pocket. "At least I'll be ginger."

"So then, time to start working." Twelve said. "If you could all, sit or something."

"Oh, don't be polite, Twelve. Seriously." The Master cut in. He looked at everyone and then smiled grandly. "Get out!" He told them, pointing at the door that led to the kitchens. "Everyone who's not going to work with us on the TARDIS. Get out and talk about whatever it is that you mammals talk about and leave us geniuses to get you out of your hole."

"Wow, he's charming." Kara sighed as she walked to the door, she and the others all left the console room and the Master turned and smiled at the remaining people.

"Now then," He said happily. "We can actually get something done." He left to work on a part of the TARDIS.