A/N: this is based on the scrumptious idea of Tom Ellis, lead actor from Lucifer, as the 14th Doctor. It actually includes the 9th Doctor, too.

[Y/N] = Your Name

"I can't believe you're asking ME to help you, Doctor. You're not at all bothered by the idea that your COMPANION is helping you to flirt... With other women?" you ask, a little bitterly; he, however, is oblivious to your tone.

"But... You're a female, I thought for sure you'd be able to help me..." he pleads, and you try so hard to resist smacking him in his gorgeous face.

"And it never occurred to you how rude that thought might be?" you retort, acerbically. He hangs his head dejectedly, and you growl softly.

"Fine. But I'm going to need some help. Just... Let me handle this..." you say with a sigh, and he smiles faintly up at you.

You walk over to the console, and lovingly pat the metal, smiling brightly for the first time today, at the TARDIS, and send her your idea, silently. It wouldn't do for the Doctor to hear, because he'd try to shut it down quickly, but you want to see this idea happen. The TARDIS, while confused by the whole situation, is intrigued, and even amused, enough to send out the messages, out through time and space, to the five people you hope will help. You've given coordinates, and times, for them to meet you, and you pray they'll come, if for no other reason than to see the spectacular drama that will ensue. Once the messages are sent, the TARDIS inputs the coordinates for you, and you pull the lever to head out, causing the Doctor, who had been sitting with his head in his hands, to look up curiously. When he opens his mouth, looking like he wants to ask, you glare at him, and he closes his mouth quickly. When Old Blue (as you've taken to calling the TARDIS) finally lands, you stare coldly at the Doctor.

"Stay here. In fact, go to the kitchen, and make tea enough for 7 people, and stay out of the control room until I call for you," you tell him, voice so cold it leaves him almost terrified. He dashes out of the control room, and does as he's told.

You exit the TARDIS, and am relieved to see two people standing around outside their ships, talking to each other. You wait patiently, wondering if the others will show or not, and to see how long the two guys talking take to notice you.

As a familiar sound occurs near you all, they finally look up, and notice you, but you put your hand up, signaling them to stop.

"Just wait, I'll explain everything once the others get here... If they decide to come," you remark with a smirk, and are rewarded when the two men smile knowingly at each other.

The last three people finally arrive, and you're so excited you can barely contain yourself, but you manage to reign it in long enough to invite them all inside. The smile fondly at the TARDIS, and don't hesitate to follow you inside. Once the last person enters, the door closes automatically behind him, and the others mill around the console.

"Ok, we're all here, mind explaining what exactly we're doing?" an older gentleman, with a deep Scottish accent, asks calmly. You smile wickedly, and explain the situation.

"Well, Doctors, I'm hoping you can help the current Doctor flirt. Yes, I know, it's the strangest thing you've likely ever heard, but after one mission went completely sideways, and backwards, because he couldn't respond to one lady's flirting, he decided he needed lessons. So he asked me... Yeah, it's that bad. And after everything I've heard, I figured you guys night be my best help. That, and you can laugh at him while he learns," you tell them, laughing when one of the younger looking guys, dressed in a pinstripe suit, smacks his forehead hard.

"Oh that's a travesty, that is. Well, you've come to the right place, Miss...?" the man says, a light Scottish hint to his accent.

"Oh, sorry, I'm [Y/N, his companion," you reply, a little embarrassed.

"Nice to meet you, [Y/N]. Don't worry, I think between us, we'll get him sorted out," the man says, and grins at a couple of the other Doctors. Only the older gentleman, and the blonde haired lady, stand apart, letting their younger selves hash out the details. You can see the velvet clad Doctor is thinking hard, most likely trying to figure out why he's there given how old he looks. But he says nothing, merely watches the three younger Doctors sort out how to handle the situation.