Just so no one gets confused, the Second Doctor has been pulled from his timeline right after the end of "The Abominable Snowmen". I tried really hard to make Jamie and Victoria in character because they're my favorite Second Doctor companions, but I honestly don't know how well I did.

Three is somewhere between "Inferno" and "Terror of the Autons" and One is from before the beginning of the show. I really wanted to make a special dedication to Hartnells' Doctor since he was the one who started the show and because without him, we wouldn't even have 50 years. So this chapter is something of a dedication to him and the two other actors who portrayed the Doctor and didn't live long enough to see it reach 50 years.

"You think you can defeat us with a puny screwdriver?" the Whisper Man hissed as four other copies of the creature appeared behind it.

Two looked down at his screwdriver and exhaled. "It's sonic and it's quite useful."

I slowly got to my feet and inched towards the Doctor. The Whisper Men all opened their mouths and bared their hideous teeth. "Your death shall be most pleasing."

"Doctor," I said as I wrapped my hand around his, "I think running would be an excellent idea."

He turned and looked at me, somewhat startled. "Yes, I do agree with you, my dear. Come on!"

He took off at a surprisingly fast pace and I tumbled after him, our hands still entwined. I was scared out of my wits and my heart was beating so quickly that I was sure it would explode inside my chest. The Whisper Men were dangerously close behind us, no matter how fast we ran.

"What are those things?" the Doctor asked breathlessly.

"Whisper Men," I answered between gasps. "They're part of the Great Intelligence and… they want you dead!"

"Oh, not the Great Intelligence again!"

"Yes, again!" We took a sharp turn around a group of trees and hid behind the heavy foliage. "Please tell me you have a plan."

"Shh!" The Doctor quickly pressed a hand over my mouth and turned his body so that I couldn't be seen. We saw the Whisper Men walk quickly past our hiding spot. I was incredibly grateful that they couldn't see us, but wondered if they were playing with us and trying to throw us off. "Alright. We should be safe for now."

"Doctor, do you have a plan?"

He looked through the leaves and branches for any sign of the Whisper Men. "Not really, no."

"How did you find me?"

"The TARDIS brought me here, actually. I just happened to hear you."

I gave a deep sigh of relief. "Thank you for saving me."

The Doctor looked at our surroundings again. With his face turned away from me, he said, "I think the coast is clear. Let's go."

We jogged back the way we came when the Whisper Men were chasing us, then took a few different twists and turns until we stopped in front of the TARDIS. I smiled and rushed past the Doctor to run my hand along the TARDIS's door.

"I don't think I've ever been quite so happy to see her," I said.

"Let's hurry inside, my dear. Quickly, before those Whisper creatures return."

I pushed the door open and stepped through the threshold. The Doctor followed right behind me and walked to the console, closing the door behind us. Jamie McCrimmon and Victoria Waterfield were standing back and watching him in silence.

"Diana, you've met Jamie and Victoria, haven't you?"

I smiled shyly. "Not yet." I waved at the two young companions and held my hand out to them. "Not sure if you've met me yet, but I'm Diana."

Jamie smiled kindly in return. "Aye, we've met. Although, it was just a couple o' days past. But that's no matter." He took my hand and, to my shock, kissed my knuckles. "How are ye, Miss Diana?"

I knew I was blushing, but tried not to draw attention to the shade of color my cheeks were turning. "I'm fine now, thank you, Jamie. And you, Victoria?"

"Oh, I'm alright. Thank you for your concern."

Jamie looked past me and drew his eyebrows together in confusion. "Doctor? Is everythin' alright?"

"The TARDIS isn't responding to the controls."

I walked over to his side and looked down at the controls, even though I didn't know what any of them did. I looked back at him and shyly put my hand on his. "Do you know what's wrong, Doctor?"

"No. Do you?"

"No," I answered softly.

He gently squeezed my hand, making me look up at him. The Doctor smiled and tapped his forefinger against the tip of my nose. "Now, now. Cheer up, my dear. There's no need to be sad. We'll be on our way in no time and we'll be far, far away from those terrible creatures."

I felt a smile spread across my face and was instantly relieved by the Doctor's soothing words and calm emotion. "Why don't you go have a seat? You looked very tired." He grabbed Jamie's attention with a snap and then pointed at me. "Jamie, could you take Diana to the library?"

"O' course, Doctor. I'll be right back, Victoria."

"Thank you, Jamie."

"Oh, it's not a problem. I don't mind helpin' you." He smiled and clasped his hands behind his back. "Do you want to be alone?"

"I'd prefer that. I've been through a lot in the last hour and I'd like a little time to myself to think about it."

"Alrigh'. I'll come back for you in a while."

I grabbed the first book I found and pulled it off the bookcase, then sat down on the floor. It was "The Mysterious Affair at Styles" by Agatha Christie, the first ever written Poirot story. I turned the book over in my hands and stared curiously at it.

"Well," I said to myself, "Ten always said he loved Agatha Christie's work. Where better to start than with Poirot?"

The first paragraph read: "The intense interest aroused in the public by what was known at the time as 'The Styles Case' has now somewhat subsided. Nevertheless, in view of the world-wide notoriety which attended it, I have been asked, both by my friend Poirot and the family themselves, to write an account of the whole story. This, we trust, will effectually silence the sensational rumours which still persist."

"Huh. Seems interesting."

But I never got to read past the first few lines in the book because, to my complete and utter surprise, the First Doctor suddenly fell to his knees in front of me. I started, dropped the book, and gasped in shock. Worried that maybe he was hurt, I scrambled forward and gently cupped his face.

"Doctor?"

"Oh, don't you fuss over me, my child. I'm perfectly alright." He swatted lightly at my hands and stood with the help of his walking stick and my hands on his arms. "Now then. I should very much like to know what is going on."

"What do you mean?"

"I was with Susan just a moment ago- You know Susan, don't you, my dear? Yes, yes. Of course you do. Well, we were in the TARDIS and something went wrong with the old girl, she didn't want to fly, I suppose, and she started spiraling and flipping about. I fell, you see, and when I did I was here."

"I don't understand, Doctor."

"Neither do I, my girl. Neither do I."

"What were you and Susan doing?"

"Oh, we were just floating in the vortex. A sort of in between trips, if you will."

"Has anything been after you lately? Uh, Cybermen, Daleks, Sontarans? The Great Intelligence, maybe?"

The Doctor seemed puzzled. "I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about, my girl."

I studied his face and realized, with some small degree of fear, that he was younger than I'd ever known him to be. He had to be many year younger than when Ian and Barbara barged into his TARDIS, demanding to see their brilliant young student Susan.

"Doctor, how old are you?"

He chuckled and tapped the side of his nose. "A Time Lord never reveals his age, you know."

"Doctor, listen to me! There is this… thing called the Great Intelligence. It wants to kill you because it absolutely despises you. In your very far off future it tries to kill you, but your companion saves you. However, I think something's gone wrong because one of the Whisper Men who work for the Great Intelligence have started coming after me and one of your older selves! If they've somehow sent you here, to your future, then we have to send you back before anything bad happens! Do you understand?"

"And how do you suggest we do that?"

I thought for a minute, trying to think of a good solution. "Could you contact the Time Lords? I know that you aren't exactly on good terms with them, but they know better than any others that meeting your future or past self completely goes against the laws of time. They could help!"

"I have no desire to contact them," the Doctor snapped.

"That's the only solution I can think of. If you don't, then I don't know what we'll do."

The Doctor sighed and dropped his head. "Very well."

He stayed silent during the communication with his people. When the connection was broken, he jerked backwards and his eyes flew open. I saw that his body was beginning to grow somewhat transparent and knew that he was leaving.

"Goodbye, Doctor," I told him with a comforting smile. "Be careful while you're out there. Take care of yourself."

"I will, my dear. I promise."

Once the Doctor had been returned to the correct point in his time stream, I leaned heavily against the bookcase. "What a day," I mumbled, running a hand through my hair. I briefly noted that it had grown to just past my chin in the time I'd been with the Doctor. "I was definitely not expecting any of this when I woke up."

I wondered if the Great Intelligence was still out there, trying to defeat and kill the Doctor at every chance it got. Knowing it was entirely possible that it wasn't completely defeated yet, I promised myself that I would protect the Doctor no matter what.

I had fallen asleep on the floor and when I woke up, I was in a completely different library. I sat up and looked around in momentary confusion. "Where am I?"

The scrambling of feet and the squeaking of leather startled me. I stood and looked around the bookcase to see the Third Doctor walking towards me. He was smiling brilliantly and he didn't seem to consider me being asleep in a library odd at all.

"I was wondering where you'd gone off to," he said as he took the few more steps towards me. "You've been gone for a few days. It's been terribly quiet without you."

I wrapped my arms around his torso and pressed myself against him. "You have no idea how happy I am to see you," I mumbled into his chest.

He chuckled. "My dear Diana, why are you so pleased to see me? Not that I mind, of course."

I tilted my head back to look up at him and found myself amazed at how tall he was. He towered nearly an entire foot above me. I thought over the last few hours I'd spent thinking I was going to die, then realizing I wasn't. Once again I found myself wishing that I could snog him completely senseless.

"Is something the matter?"

I blinked. "What?"

"Is something wrong? You're staring at me."

"No. Sorry. I've just had a… really busy day and I've nearly died a few times already. I'm really ready to just relax for a moment. And seeing you not in danger is more relieving than I thought it would be."

The Doctor put an arm around my shoulders and smiled. "I think what you need is a good book, a sofa, and a cup of hot chocolate."

I laughed. "Is it Christmas or something?"

"Thanksgiving week. The twenty-third, actually."

I choked on my saliva. Of all the things I had been expecting the Doctor to say, that was certainly not it. "The twenty-third?" I repeated.

"Yes. Of November."

I know, I know. Not very good, kind of slap-dash, bit boring. I just really wanted humor and appearances from the first three Doctors. So here it is. Stay tuned for the next bit! Let me know if you want the next chapter, which won't be a 50th chapter, to be Classic or New Who and let me know which Doctor you would like to see.

Thanks for reading!