The Doctor yanked the earpiece from his ear and tossed it away. Rose had died. It was entirely his fault. He could hear Van Statten muttering something behind him but he couldn't concentrate. He vanished in a flash of light, reappearing in a large white room with a couple of couches, some beanbags, and a television.

There was another flash, and Rose appeared in front of him, his mouth dropping open.

"Rose! You're still alive!" He exclaimed with delight. He rushed up to her and encircled her in a bear hug. He kissed her forehead and breathed a sigh of relief after putting her down. Rose gave him a genuine smile.

"Yeah, the Dalek shot the door not me. Where are we?" She asked, looking around.

"I have no idea, one minute I'm listening to Van Statten mumble about how sorry he is, and the next second I'm here." The Doctor has a scowl on his face.

Another flash of light cut them off from their conversation. Jack Harkness appeared out of nowhere and joined them.

"Who are you?" Rose cried.

"Rose? Where are we?" Jack asked.

"Where did you come from? How do you know Rose?" The Doctor asked.

"The hospital in London, don't you recognise me Doc?"

"Should I?"

"Yeah, I was just taking the bomb away from London. You just saved those kids." Jack told him with a frown. The Doctor ran a hand over his face, looking confused.

"We seem to be from different times." His frown deepened as he thought about what that could possibly mean and what could be powerful enough to pull people here from different points in the same timeline. They didn't get any further before more people joined them. These were people Rose had never seen before. One was a man with a pinstriped suit and long brown coat. A few feet from him stood a dark skinned, dark haired woman. Another red haired woman was also regaining her balance next to the tenth Doctor. Then Mickey appeared.

"Oh great, Ricky is here." The ninth Doctor groaned.

"It's Mickey." He retorted automatically, before glancing at who had spoken and his mouth fell open. "Doctor?" The two new people turned and the man in the suit gasped.

"Who are you two?" Rose asked.

"Rose!" The strange man hurtled towards her and pulled her into an even bigger hug than the Doctor had. "You...I...What is going on?" The man gaped as he finally put her down.

"Not to be rude, but who the hell are you?" She asked, thoroughly confused.

"It's me. The Doctor."

"He's the Doctor." She pointed at Nine. Both of them sighed. Nine's mind was racing. This future version of his had had almost an identical reaction to him when he had seen Rose. Did she really die in the future? By pure luck he hadn't lost her in his timeline, was he still destined to fail to protect her? Horrible ideas chased each other round his mind and he drew Rose back towards him, wrapping an arm around her waist.

"He's a past version of me." Ten explained. "When are you from?"

"Van Statten's museum."

"Ah, I remember that." Ten winced. "I'm from a bit further in the future. Time Lords have this trick where they can cheat death. If we are about to die then we can change our bodies. Same memories, same person, but different body. He is me and I am him." Rose just gaped. As did everyone except Nine. He was busy staring at his future form in horror.

"I turned into a pretty boy! Rose this is your fault." Nine groaned. "So who are you then?" He turned to the other women.

"Martha Jones." She replied a little nervously. "I travelled with him." She pointed at Ten. "We've just met the Family of Blood." She looked over at the girl addressed as Rose. It seemed like the strange man in a leather jacket was a previous version of the Doctor, so she assumed that the girl must be The Rose her Doctor kept talking about. She was very interested to see this girl that had so clearly captured the heart of the Doctor.

"I'm Donna Noble. I've also travelled with him." She points at Ten. "We've just been to Pompeii."

"So I'm from furthest in the future." Ten states, "But I'm not long in front of Donna. Only a week or so." He wanted nothing more than to just drink in the fact that Rose was back with him. Something Nine was quick to notice and it did nothing to soothe his nerves about Rose in future. They were just about to work out why they were all there when a another person dropped into the room.

Clara, Amy, Rory, River and the Eleventh Doctor appear

Clara had woken up from one of the soft white settees that had red pillows on and had seen Eleven lounging on the other white settee on the oppisite side of the room, with a grey throw over him.

She stood up and headed towards him on unsteady feet, eyes blurring with every step she took.

Eleven looked up as he noticed her move towards his settee which was only different to hers in two ways; the size and the pillows being grey instead of red.

"You okay Clara?" Concerned he was trying to hide spilling over into his voice. He'd been doing that a lot since Trenzalore."It's alright." She replied seemingly unbothered and had gone back to being

."So, what is your name?" Rose asked.

"I'm the Doctor." said Eleven.

His statement sparked cries of outrage from the rest of the men in the group that hadn't been introduced.

"You can't be the Doctor-"

"I can't look that old when I'm older-"

"This is a paradox waiting to happen-"

"Shut it, all of you!" A female voice interrupted them and all eyes turned to a short, brownish-Blondish-haired girl with grey eyes and a silver heart choker-type locket that stood in a leather jacket and blue jeans with a grey flowy vest-top on.

"I know you're all really confused, but just calm down. Take a seat and I'll explain everything."

For some reason they all trusted the strange girl that had appeared and complied with her request.

"I know you're probably wondering who I am. Well I'm the person who brought you here. My name isn't important but if you want to call me something, call me Sexy. You've all been brought here so you can watch a show called Doctor Who. Before you get confused by everything going on, there are three Doctors here."

She rose a hand as Nine went to interrupt her. "I understand that this should cause a paradox, however, this is my land and your rules don't anpply here. To avoid confusion on which doctor you are, you shall be numbered." She paused for a breath.

"Big ears; You're Nine." She ignored his complaint of 'What's wrong with my ears?' and moved on. "Sandshoes; You're Ten." He simply uttered 'There not Sandshoes."

"Chinney; You're Eleven." He didn't seem to notice her name for him.

She dissappeared in the same way they saw her arrive. And the TV that they had all failed to notice flickered to life.