Day of the Doctor

~Chapter 2~
Sandshoes, Sexy and Grandad

"Anyone lose a fez?"

The older man stood underneath the fissure, looking at the two Doctor's before him and Avery with kind eyes, a fez resting in his hands. He tilted his head slightly to the right, watching the two men as they gawked at him, much to Avery's confusion.

"Uh, actually, yeah," said Avery, beginning to walk up to the older man.

However, before she could reach him, both Doctors had put an arm around her and pushed her behind them.

"You," said the Doctor, the two of them keeping their place in front of Avery as if they thought the old man in front of them could jump her and kill her. "How can you be here? More to the point, WHY are you here?"

Avery furrowed her brow, realizing the two Doctors knew the man.

"I'm looking for the Doctor," said the older man, earning a chuckle from Avery.

"Well, you've certainly come to the right place," said the Doctor quietly.

"Good! Right, well, who are you younglings?" asked the old man, though, before any of them could reply, he continued talking. "Oh, of course! Are you his companions?"

"His companion?" asked the future Doctor despondently, earning another smile from Avery.

"Not so fun to be degraded into just a companion, huh?" asked Avery with a smug look on her face.

"Quiet," both Doctors said in unison, earning a pout from Avery.

"They do get younger all the time," he said, as if he was thinking back on something in particular. "Well, if you would point me in the general direction of the Doctor…"

With a smirk, Avery watched as both Doctors took out their sonic screwdrivers and held them up for the older man to see. It took some time for the man to react, but when he finally did, Avery only grew more confused.

"Really?" the old man asked.

"Yeah," replied the future Doctor.

"Really," replied the Doctor.

"You're me? Both of you?" asked the old man.

"Yep," said the Doctor.

"Even that one?" asked the old man, pointing towards the future Doctor.

"Yes," said the future Doctor bitterly.

"You're my future selves?" asked the old man.

"Yes!" replied both Doctors.

Avery shook her head, taking a step back from the scene and letting the three of them continue talking. It was all quite strange to her. The older man was the Doctor's past – while the younger ones were the older ones. It all gave her a headache and she wished she had just gone back to bed. In that case, she wouldn't have gotten herself in this mess and she would probably be sound asleep, unaware of all of this just like Martha.

"Why are you pointing your screwdrivers like that? They're scientific instruments, not water pistols. Look like you've seen a ghost!" exclaimed the past Doctor.

With a roll of her eyes, she walked up to the Doctors and placed herself in the middle of them.

"Will you stop behaving like children and start coming up with a reasonable explanation to why this is happening?" asked Avery calmly, pointing her finger at the two younger looking Doctors who both lowered their sonic screwdrivers. "You're all the same man. So stop behaving like you've never seen your reflection before and work together as the Doctor I know and love-like as a friend."

Silence hung in the air after her words and a blush creeped up towards her cheeks. Could this day get any worse?

"Ah! I do remember this now!" said the future Doctor suddenly, pointing a finger at Avery before looking at the Doctor again. "I suppose you are paying attention."

The future Doctor once more looked back at Avery and the smile on his face faded away at the glare she sent him. Of all the comments he could say in an awkward moment like this, it just had to be that one. As she glanced at her Doctor, she could see him thinking the exact same thing.

"Why, I don't think we were ever introduced?" asked the past Doctor, causing Avery to turn around towards him, a blush still evident on her cheeks.

"Yes, no, we weren't," said Avery, clearing her throat and taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. "I'm Avery Parsons. Companion of, uh, the Doctor in sandshoes."

"Ah, yes," said the past Doctor, shaking her hand with a kind smile offered to her. "I see why he chose you."

"They're not sandshoes," said the Doctor.

"Yes, they are," replied the future Doctor.

Before Avery could come with yet another smug comment, the sound of shouts and footsteps were heard coming from their left and before they knew it, they were encircled by multiple men, all pointing their crossbows at them with furious and determined looks on their faces. They wore medieval clothes and although their crossbows and pikes didn't look all that threatening considering the weapons she was used to from her time - Avery knew that an arrow to the knee could hurt quite badly anyway and put her hands up.

An arm was draped around Avery's waist as the three Doctor's placed their backs to each other, Avery being placed between the future Doctor and her Doctor, both of which once again had their screwdrivers out. Much to her surprise, it was the future Doctor who had his arm draped around her, holding her close.

"Which of you is the Doctor?" asked one of the men, taking a step forwards. "The Queen of England is bewitched. I would have the Doctor's head."

"Well, this has all the makings of your lucky day," said the past Doctor, indicating the fact that there were three Doctors standing before the medieval soldier.

"I think there's three of them now."

The voice came from the fissure and Avery recognized it as Clara's, the future Doctor's companion.

"There's a precedent for that," the second, unknown voice said.

"What is that?" asked the medieval soldier as he suddenly seemed to notice the fissure from where the voices came.

"Oh, the pointing again. They're screwdrivers! What are you going to do, assemble a cabinet at them?" asked the past Doctor, making Avery giggle especially because of the defeated way the two Doctors put back their screwdrivers.

"That thing… what witchcraft is it?" asked the medieval soldier.

"Doctor," said Avery, turning to the future Doctor who still had his arm around Avery protectively. "Witchcraft…"

Clearly understanding what she meant, the future Doctor let go of her and took a step forwards, waving his arms about in a silly way as he did this; "Ah! Yes! Now that you mention it, that is witchcraft, yes, yes, yes. Witchy-witchcraft." He glanced over at Avery once before walking over to the fissure, clasping his hands together as he spoke up to it; "Hello? Hello in there? Excuse me. Hello! Am I talking to the wicked witch of the well?"

"He means you," said the unknown voice, all four of them looking up at the fissure hopefully while the medieval soldiers all looked up at the fissure in angst.

"Why am I the witch?"

"Clara?" asked the future Doctor, a slight tinge of annoyance being heard in his voice.

"Hello?" her voice was heard again.

"Clara, hi, hello," said the future Doctor, seeming relieved that his companion understood his plan. "Hello, would you mind telling these prattling mortals to get themselves begone?"

"People didn't actually talk like that in the past, right? I mean… begone?" asked Avery quietly, leaning towards her Doctor slightly so that only he could hear her.

"Oh, yes they did," replied the Doctor quietly. "Don't you remember Shakespeare?"

"Well, yeah, but I just thought they were all talking like that since they were theatre guys," replied Avery back.

The Doctor snorted, shaking his head at her. Their focus was placed back on the situation at hand when the medieval soldiers all suddenly gasped and started back. Clara had obviously said something awful that scared them.

"Oh, frogs!" exclaimed the future Doctor, almost making Avery snort. "Nice… You heard her."

"Doctor, what's going on?"

"It's a timey-wimey thing," said the future Doctor.

"Timey… what? Time wimey?" asked the past Doctor, looking utterly confused.

"He probably picked that up from this one here," said Avery, nodding her head over to her Doctor.

"Oi," said the Doctor, sending a playful glare her way.

"The queen!"

The sudden outburst from the medieval soldiers caused the four time travellers to straighten up. As the soldiers all bowed down, kneeling down in front of their queen, the queen did indeed walk towards them and much to Avery's surprise, it was one of the twins before. Though it shouldn't have surprise her that much since they had been called 'majesties' and this was the Doctor. He never did anything low-key.

"You don't seem to be kneeling," said the queen, walking towards them confidently. "How tremendously brave of you."

"Which one are you?" asked the Doctor, the four time travellers lining up in one row as they looked at the queen. "What happened to the other one?"

"Indisposed," said the queen, a strange, evil smirk appearing on her lips. "Long live the queen…"

"Long live the queen!" repeated the soldiers, almost startling Avery.

"Arrest these men. Take them to the Tower," said the, apparently fake, queen.

The moment she had said those words, all soldiers started moving towards them and again, the future Doctor wrapped an arm around Avery's waist. Avery's Doctor pointed towards the fake-queen; "That is not the Queen of England - that is an alien duplicate!"

"And you can take it from him, 'cause he's actually checked," said the future Doctor, causing the present Doctor to look over at him.

"Oh, shut up!" he exclaimed before his gaze caught sight of his future self's arm around Avery. "What are you doing?"

However, the future Doctor didn't bother to reply to his question as he continued to talk, nonchalantly letting go of Avery again and taking a step forwards, the soldiers having stopped moving seeing as the Doctor's words had confused them slightly.

"Venom sacs in the tongue…"

"No, seriously, stop it," said the Doctor, now turning fully to face his future self, earning nothing but a gleeful smirk.

"No, hang on," said the future Doctor suddenly, his smirk fading and a serious look taking over instead as he turned back to the fake-queen. "The Tower! Did you say the Tower? Ah, yes, brilliant, love the Tower. Breakfast at eight, please. Will there be Wi-Fi?"

"Doctor…" warned Avery, seeing the anger rising on the fake-queen's face.

"Are you capable of speaking without flapping your hands about?" asked the past Doctor, the anger rising even more in the fake-queen's face seeing as no one was paying attention to her order anymore.

"Yes!" said the future Doctor, though as he turned back to his past self, he took notice of the fact that he had, indeed, 'flapped' his hands about when he had answered himself. "No…" Then he turned abruptly to the fake-queen again. "I demand to be incarcerated in the Tower immediately with my co-conspirators, Sandshoes, Sexy and Grandad!"

"Grandad?" asked the past Doctor, a tinge of hurt heard in his voice.

"They're not sandshoes," muttered the Doctor.

"Did he just call me sexy?"

"Silence!" exclaimed the fake-queen, Avery clasping her mouth shut at the outburst. "The Tower is not to be taken lightly! Arrest them!"

As Avery realized the future Doctor had a plan, seeing as he wanted to be arrested, she let the soldiers grab her arms and force her to walk. The Doctor and the past Doctor both seemed to realize the same thing, seeing as they weren't struggling against the soldier's grip either and as they all walked in silence, only the sound of the soldier's armour clanking as they walked being heard, Avery kept getting strange glances from the fake-queen.

She wondered briefly what was going on. Three Doctors had found their way to the same spot, somehow, and now they were all being dragged away by a – what were they called again? – zygon and its soldiers who blindly followed it, not knowing it was an it. It was all strange and she wondered how they were going to get out of the mess and how they were going to get rid of the fake-queen without England losing one of their queens too early and messing up all of history.

Surely, though, they would make it through this too. Certainly since there now were three Doctors. Though that might not mean a lot if all they did was criticize each other.

Another thing Avery was thinking about as they reached the Tower was; Why had the past Doctor jumped through the fissure? Why had either of them done so? She made a mental note to ask them at some point, that is if they ever got out of the Tower.