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She was aware that her pedestal (her cage) was being moved, far, far away from the Citadel, carried in a scrappy old bag that held such familiarity, it made her want to weep, but why?

Eventually, she was set down, the pedestal opening, and the Interface wasted no time activating, watching as he turned just in time to miss her. She could hear something running away, making her smile slightly as the scruffy time lord went to the door.

"Hello? Is somebody there?"

"It's nothing," she found herself calling out, and immediately he turned. She knew what she must look like; a tiny woman with half straight, half curly, red hair, sitting on the worst box to sit on. "Just a little birdie."

"Don't sit on that!" He said, stepping forward.

"Why not?" She asked, tilting her head.

"Because that's not a chair – it's the most dangerous weapon in the universe." Was she now? He pushed her interface outside, and she simply reformed it back on the box.

"Why can't it be both?" she pushed. "Why did you park so far away? Did you not want her to see it?"

The man blinked, squinting at her suspiciously. "The TARDIS. You walked for miles."

"I was thinking."

"I heard you,"

"You heard me?" she knew the tone was disbelief, so she let her eyes glow with just a fraction of her power.

"No more," she whispered. She could see that he was uncomfortable, and didn't continue, instead looking at the Time Lord in front of her. With a sigh, she let the button click into place, moving off as she did so to go sit on a taller crate.

"It's activating, get out of here," he said, brushing past her, and she knew even before he could touch the button, she had to try something. "Ow!"

"What's wrong?" she asked innocently.

"The interface is hot."

"Well," she drawled out. "I do my best."

He turned to her, wide-eyed. "You're the interface?"

"They must've told you the Moment had a conscience. Hello!" she gave a little wave with a big, knowing grin. "Oh, look at you. Stuck between a girl and a box. Story of your life, eh, Doctor?"

"You know me?"

She stood up, slow and calculated, no, slow and careful, and stepped forward. "I hear you. I've seen you. All of you, jangling around in that dusty old head of yours. I chose this face, especially for you. It's from your past. Or possibly your future. Or, perhaps, both."

"I don't have a future," he argued, and the Moment smiled, eyes going distant.

"I think I'm called… Chloe Nightingale. No, sorry. In this form, I'm called Songbird." She looked at him, eyes glowing. "Are you afraid of what I will sing, Doctor?"

"Stop calling me Doctor," the time lord protested.

The Moment didn't even blink. "That's the name in your head. The name you chose when you graduated. The name you've proven, over and over again, that you have earned."

"It shouldn't be. I've been fighting this war for a very long time – I've lost the right to be the Doctor."

The War Doctor began to walk toward the Moment's interface, and she felt pleased as she realized what was happening. "One terrible night, you'll count all that will die today. Do you want to see what that'll turn you into?" A vortex began to open above them, causing her hair to swirl around. "Aren't you curious?"


"So we landed in… Brazil?"

Chloe could honestly not believe her luck. She knew full well what would happen if 9 went to 16th century England right now, and some dark part of her wanted to meet the War Doctor, but a bigger part wondered if it was the right thing to do, considering their current relationship.

"1400s," he confirmed, looking at the monitor. She, in a full Tudor outfit, shuffled forward to look at the screen beside him, which was the viewscreen. "You're still dressed appropriately."

But my hair, she found herself thinking in distress. She had already started to find a few curly strands and has been fighting on whether she should straighten it again or let it go curly. On one hand, the marriage was forced and technically fake, but on the other, he wanted to pursue it, or, at least, between the gentle kisses and just general relaxed cuddling, it felt like he wanted to pursue it. "So what's out there, aside from jungle and humidity that'll make my hair frizz?"

"Mainly nothing," he shrugged. "Though, now that you've said it, frizzy hair doesn't look that bad on you." She automatically tensed up, waiting for the 'for a human' bit before remembering that she technically wasn't human. Once his words clicked, though, she flushed, reaching up to pat down her hair on instinct. He caught her hands with a cheeky look, and before she could realize what he was about to do, she was in a fireman's carry over his shoulder, making her shriek before going into giggles as he began to walk to the TARDIS's doors.

"Doctor!" She laughed. She could hear the doors open and the Doctor suddenly stop, making her stop laughing as she tried to peer over her shoulders to see what was happening, only to be met with a familiar-looking area. She was set down a second later as she took in the trees, a lump forming in her throat.

"There's two, no, three other versions of me here," he said. "We should leave." Three, so War was already here.

"We can't," she said. "I think we're part of the events now. Why did the TARDIS tell us we were in Brazil?"

"I don't bloody know. She has a mind of her own." She frowned but nodded to his words. "Do you know what's going on?"

"I do," she confirmed. "It's a fixed point. All of your former and future selves are going to interact with what's happening today." She locked eyes with him, trying to show that she was telling the truth. Finally, he nodded with a grin.

"Shall we go visit myself then?" He offered his arm, which she took with a slight smirk before it quickly dropped. War could see Moment, which took the form of Bad Wolf, but Songbird existed instead of Bad Wolf, which meant her appearance was going to be… tense. Well, tenser.

"Lead the way," she quipped.

They didn't have to get far before they stepped into the clearing, and she was well aware of how 9 was suddenly very reluctant to continue forward, but she gave him her best reassuring smile before continuing by herself.

"Am I having a mid-life crisis?" War exclaimed, and she couldn't help herself.

"Those only happen on Tuesdays," she snarked, watching as 10 and 11 turned to her, aiming the sonics at her, just making her roll her eyes. "Put those down before you poke someone's eye out. You think I'm a Zygon, don't you?"

"I certainly hope you're not," 9 finally said, walking forward. He had a possessive look on his face as War just stared at her.

"I'm not," she promised. "Did you just come through?" He didn't seem to acknowledge that she said anything, so she turned to the others. "Look, can we focus on why he's here? Cause it's important." As she said this, War took a step forward, and three sonics went up, making him huff.

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

"Still," 10 muttered. "Loving the posh gravelly thing. It's very convincing."

"Brace words, Dick Van Dike," 11 snapped back, and she just turned to 9.

"Doctor?" she murmured, reaching out to touch his arm, but he took a step away, and she tried to ignore the pain. He probably realized what day War was from.

"Encircle them!" A man suddenly yelled, and soldiers were surrounding them. They stood, back to back, Chloe wedged between 9 and 10, and was aware that they were touching, which was a good sign, she supposed. "Which of you is the Doctor? The Queen of England is bewitched. I would have the Doctor's head."

She was aware of how 10 flinched, and all she could really do is sigh. "Well, this has all the makings of your lucky day," War quipped, and she glanced at the oldest two aliens.

"Where am I?"

"Exploring around London," 10 answered

"Waiting in the TARDIS," 11 said as well, and she nodded. So, she'd definitely meet the her that travels with 11. The her with 10, well, she'd probably run into Clara, knowing her own luck.

"There's a precedent for that," she was aware of who it was, technically, but there was a woman's voice coming from nowhere, making her jump.

"What is that?" The man in charge demanded.

"Oh, the pointing again. They're screwdrivers! What are you going to do, assemble a cabinet at them?" The three with the sonics out looked at one another before lowering the said sonics, 10 looking at her as he did so.

"Really? He's where you got that phrase from?"

"He has a point," she shrugged, not really meaning much of it. The few times the Doctor used a gun or held one (that she knew of, at least) it never ended well, so him using the sonic as a weapon just worked. That didn't mean she couldn't give him shit for it though.

"That thing… what witchcraft is it?"

11 seemed to jump on that. "Ah, yes! Now that you mention it, that is witchcraft, yes, yes, yes. Witchy-witchcraft. Hello? Hello in there? Excuse me. Hello! Am I talking to the wicked witch of the well?"

"He means you."

"Why am I the witch?" She heard Clara protest.

"Clara?" 11 called, sounding a bit nervous, and she could see the realization light up in 9's and 10's eyes.

"Hello?" She sounded annoyed, which honestly, Chloe could understand why.

"Clara, hi, hello. Hello. Would you mind telling these prattling mortals to get themselves begone?"

"What… he said."

"Yes, a tiny bit more color,"

"Right. Prattling mortals, off you pop, or I'll turn you call into frogs."

She snorted at how the humans jolted. "Frogs, nice, you heard her." 11 continued.

"Doctor, what's going on?"

"It's a…" 11 hesitated, and she decided she could explain it best.

"Multi-Doctor event Clara. We have four here currently now."

"Does she always cut us off?" She could hear War as 10, who looked a bit confused.

"She's a bit more personable," he just said. As he said this, one of the Elizabeths walked into the clearing.

"The Queen!" the soldiers cried, all immediately kneeling, leaving the five to stand.

"You don't seem to be kneeling. How tremendously brave of you." The human proclaimed, and Chloe was about to kneel before remembering that she had to be locked in the tower.

"Which one are you? What happened to the other one?" 10 demanded, and Chloe just shook her head.

"Indisposed. Long live the Queen!"

"Long Live the Queen!"

The human redhead seemed pleased before motioning to the group. "Arrest these people. Take them to the Tower."

"And the woman, your majesty?" the lead man asked, and it seemed as if Elizabeth saw her for the first time.

"Put her with them," she ordered, and 10 stepped forward, pointing at the Queen.

"That is not the Queen of England – that's an alien duplicate!" She knew what was coming, and she knew it was for the plot, but she couldn't stop it as her stomach twisted.

"And you can take it from him, cos he's really checked." 11 muttered, making 10 whirl around to him.

"Oh, shut up!"

"Venom sacs in the tongue."

"Seriously, stop it!" She knew they were looking at her, and she just crossed her arms.

"The Tower?" she muttered. "Can we just go please?"


The jailor was gentle when it came to putting her in the cell, but the four Doctors were shoved in, and she was aware of how they all gravitated to their own corners, the War Doctor being the last as he scanned the door she was leaning beside. 11 was scraping stuff into the wall. 9 was fiddling with some project he had pulled from his jacket pocket.

"The five of us in one cell – that's going to cause some nasty anomalies if we don't get out soon." 10 joked, glancing at 11. "What are you doing?"

"Getting us out." He seemed to be baffled by it, turning to War.

"The sonic won't work on that – it's too primitive."

War finally turned to them, not even glancing at her. 9 spoke up, almost quietly. "Chloe, what can you tell us?" Suddenly, four sets of eyes were burning a hole into her, and she shifted. What could she even begin to say? As she glanced around, she swore she saw herself where the Moment would've been, and wasn't that such a jolt?

"I'm not sure," she finally said. "I don't know how much I can say."

"How are there two of you?" War finally asked, and she had to smother her sad smile, glancing at the floor.

"I'm from the Alpha Universe," she started. "These two," she motioned to 10 and 11, "worked together to pull me here after a fatal accident. I know this current timeline to a certain point, and I know that this is a fixed point." That made the other three freeze from what they were doing.

"No," 11 denied. "No, this is the first time."

"Isn't it?" she asked. "Tell me, what is a cup-o-soup?" 9 was still frozen, but she could see the shock on 10 and 11's faces as she broke the memory lock. Sure, it was premature, but damnit, she wanted to change things.

"That tells me nothing," War huffed, and she just nodded.

"There's going to be an event, which causes," she motioned vaguely to where she knew the Moment was. "I won't say what, but," she turned to a panicked 10 and 11. "I've known of it since before I came here. Before, it had been called Bad Wolf."


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