A/N: AU a little bit. Twelve remembers Clara well before Bill dies. Also Thirteen's going to arrive with the rest, but she and her companions won't be saying much until they react to Doomsday. I was going to do seperate fics for each season, then I realised I should just do it in one fic because it would be easier. Just another side not; this book will be done by seasonal order. So I'm going to rewatch all of New Who. Yay.

Disclaimer: I dont own Doctor Who; I wish I did, but tbh I'd be just as bad as Moffat when it comes to characters dying.

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Thirteen, Yaz, Ryan and Graham had just faced Tim Shaw for the last time.

Thirteen had gotten his name confused at their first meeting, she was sure of that. The creature had repeated his name three times, with her getting it wrong each one. Instead of 'Shim-Sha', Thirteen had called him 'Tim Shaw'.

To the gang of friends, it would be a funny mistake to laugh at in the future. It would be the funny thing she would always cherish that had happened with the quadruple.

As Thirteen contemplated this, she ignored the goings-on inside the TARDIS until Yaz gave a concerned; "Doctor?"

Thirteen snapped back into reality, turning her head to the trio who had stopped laughing so fast that Ryan thought her neck was going to snap.

"Yeah Yaz?" She tried to sound unbothered by the fact she'd been caught of gaurd. as she answered the only other female in the blue- er, turquoise- box.

"You alright?" Yaz was definitely concered and if the looks Graham and Ryan were giving her meant anything, so were they.

'Dammit!' Thirteen thought to herself. "Yeh, why?" Yaz just pointed behind her to a flame.

Thirteen's doe eyes widened even more than they were before.

"That's probably not good." Was all she could say before a glow illuminated the console room and transported them elsewhere.

The three occupants if the TARDIS; Bill Nordole and Twelve, had just gotten back from the ordeal with the Killer Space-Suits.

Bill was concerned for the Doctor as he was blind; 'because of you!' some part of her brain accused her. She ignored it reminding herself that she didn't ask him to give her his helmet.

She looked towards where Nardole and Twelve where chatting on the other side of the console.

'He still hasn't fixed the problem with the seats', she conceeded.

Though Bill didn't have time to bring it up with The Doctor and Nardole, because a bright light engulfed the aforementioned trio and whisked them away to an unknown location.

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Clara and Eleven were on the TARDIS, he'd just picked her up for another Wednesday adventure, when a light appeared.

"Doctor, what is it?" she asked, intrigued by the steadily brightening glow.

"I dont know," he relpied. Then shouted, "Dont touch it Clara!" when said person started to approach it.

She jumped back startled; The Doctor never yelled when he wasn't being childish, and even then it was only jokingly. She stared at him until he asked why on earth, or in space, she would try to touch it.

"I don't know," she seemed confused. "I didn't even really notice I was doing it. It was like-" She was cut off by The Doctor.

"Like it was pulling you towards it." he finished her statement.

"Yea, do you feel it too?" Clara was mildly concerned, because if the light could affect The Doctor, she had no chance of resisting it's flame like apperance.

"Yea." The Doctor knew this answer would trouble her, but didnt have much time to dwell on it before the light consumed the both of them.

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Ten and Rose got back in the TARDIS; having just made sure the Isolus got back to her Family in space, they were about to head off to see Rose's mum.

Before they could, the same light from Eleven's TARDIS appeared in their own.

"It's beautiful." Rose had said to the DDoctor who was also admiring the flame.

"Yes, she is." He told her.

"She?"

"Yes, she, Rose. She may be a peice of light, but she's still a sentient being." He turned to the flame. "You are a beautiful girl, aren't you?" He told her in calm but intrigued baby voice.

The wavelength of light spoke to him in his head; I've been sent to bring the both of you.

"Bring us where?"

To the Room.

At that a bright light encompassed them as well.

(A/N: They light speaks to them because they're calm about her appearing and are fascinated by her. While Eleven and Clara and The Trio were not. As for Thirteen well, the light told her but she was too lost in her thoughts to hear her.)

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Nine had just dropped Rose off at home after the fiasco with her saving her dad. She had requested it, because she knew that she needed some time with her mum after watching her dad die.

He'd complied and dropped her off with a promise to not go anywhere fun without her, but when did that ever go to plan?

The light decided that for Nine, who was most likely to be suspicious of anything that just appeared in the TARDIS, she would just send him to the Room.

And that's exactly what happened, the light just engrossed Nine without warning or giving him any explanation.

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Thirteen and the gang were first to arrive at the Room.

They first woke disorientated. When their sight had stopped swimming enough for them to see, Graham and Ryan noticed the TARDIS-Blue walls they were leaning on and The Doctor and Yaz felt, then saw, the plush black carpet they were lying on.

"What the? Why do I feel like it's Sunday and I'm hungover from hanging with the lads down pub?" Graham asked, not expecting an answer.

"If you've been drinking Gramps, then we've gone drinking together. My head kills." Ryan complained. With the way his head felt he really couldn't do owt else, and even complaining made his head hurt.

"I second that." Came Yaz's reply from the floor next to them.

"And I- what's the next number? Oh yeah,I third that! It feels like I've just regenerated all over again." And there was The Doc. Had they all gone drinking together and passed out in the TARDIS front room?

Graham had never been more confused, but the Doc interrupted his thinking by saying;

"Oh no."

"What is it Doc?" He said moving to get up.

"Don't call me Doc or Doctor." Was her only response.

"Why not?" Ryan asked, getting up and going over to help Graham.

"Because there are other incarnations of me here." She whispered to them.

"Other incarnations?" Yaz interjected, being helped up by Thirteen.

"Remember when we first me and I said I was a white haired scotsman 30 minutes ago?" She jogged their memories.

"Yea, obviously. You were being bonkers." They all extanched looks, woundering if the Doctor had lost it.

"Well, that's me." She pointed to a white haired male, "And that one." She pointed to another male, this one had brown floppy hair. "As well as those two." She pointed to another man with brown hair, except it was spikey and to a bold man with huge ears.

Her companions were too shocked to say anything, so Thirteen continued; "If anyone asks I'm Joan. Joan Smith? No not Smith too predictable. Joan... I'll just take a random name and be Joan Stewart. Okay? So I'm Joan Stewart and we all work with a friend of mine called Sarah Jane. Got it?" She told them the cover story; they all just nodded dumbly, catching and processing the important bits of information. "Good."

By the time they had sorted all that out and come back to their senses everyone else was awake and looking around the room.

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The Time-Travelling Trio woke up feeling like crap. Both Bill and Twelve had something to compare it to, they'd both had a hangover before. Nardole however had two things to compare it to, having his head chopped off and being stuffed in a robot.

So he went to the safe comparison of being stuffed inside a robot with other heads.

Twelve fussed over Bill as she sat on the orange settee she woke up on which odly enough had green pillows.

Bill was amazed that the Doctor had his sight back and wasn't quite willing to believe it even after he explained that it was because of some healing force inside of the Room.

Bill pressed until Twelve and Nardole told her how they felt. They both told her that they felt fine aside from the pounding headache, to which she seconded when they started asking her.

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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.

"I'm fine. Just feel like I've got a hangover." She ploped down next to him on his larger settee. Looking at him, Clara said seriously; "What about you?"

"I'm good." He told the truth to her. He really hadn't been able to lie to her since she saved his life by jumping into his time stream. Luckily, Clara seemed to accept this and proceed to look around from her spot on the sofa.

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Ten and Rose awoke on a grey sofa with blue pillows a blue throw over it. They immediately checked if each other were okay, fussing about small things like they were lovers. They then proceeded to look around the Room they had been placed in.

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Nine had woke on a cream coloured armchair, it was rather soft for the material it was made out of to normally be, unless someone used it frequently.

He looked around only spotting one fimiliar figure, Rose. She was with another man looking him over to see if he was alright. Nine smiled. It was typical of Rose to help a stranger out and guss over them.

Then he realised he'd keft Rose with her mum back on earth and hadn't brought her with him to see Cepler-14b, where he was being chased by the Maninks. How had she gotten there?

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After everyone had stopped surveying the area, they all sorta simultaneously looked at each other and asked names.

Twelve immediately zoned in on the four he didnt know, demanding they tell him their names and why they brought him there.

"I'm Joan Stewart," The blonde woman had replied. "These are my friends: Yaz, Graham and Ryan." Then she fienged innocent curiousity, "Who are you?" The blonde, now known as Joan, looked so harmless with her doe eyes seemingly kind and trusting.

The old scottish man angrily told her that she must know who he is or she wouldn't have brought him and his companions to this place.

"I'm sorry," Thirteen was still fiening innocence. "I'm afraid I don't know you."

"Stop. Lying." The man ground out getting up into the woman's face, in an attempt to scare her.

It certainly startled her friend, Graham, as he stepped in front of her, and the others, protectively; like a father would his children.

"Look, mate, I don't know who you are and I really don't care, but if you get in her face like that again; I won't be a very happy man." Graham was radiating protectivness and familial love for Joan and the other two behind him.

Joan grabbed his wrist and just said gently to him; "Graham, back away before you do something you'll regret." Graham took a deep breath and did as she asked.

The Scot looked affronted that a man half his age had the guts to stand up to him. He obviously wasn't used to being talked back to. If the way the short bold man and the coloured girl at his were struggling to keep their laughs quiet.

Twelve glared at his companions and told them to 'shuttitty up up up'. After a stern look from Bill (that suggested he would be getting a smack if he didn't apologise to Joan), he turned, sheepish, to the woman he had 'frightened' and apologised to her.

"It's alright." She replied seemingly unbothered and had gone back to being

deer-like. "So, what is your name?"

"I'm the Doctor." His scottish accent was as thick as his eyebrows.

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 brough you here. My name isn't important but if you want to call me something, call me Ether. 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 four Doctors here." Ether chose to stick with 'Joan's' cover story.

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. "And Eyebrows; You're Twelve." She just winked at him and smiled when he raised one of his eyebrows at her in a mock of disappointment.

She dissappeared in the same flame that seven of them had seen before. And the TV that they had all failed to notice flickered to life.

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Witten on the TV screen was please resume your seats in this order anywhere on the seats;

Joan, Yaz, Graham and Ryan on the big white sofa with grey pillows on and

brown throw.

Bill, Nardole and Twelve on the White Sofa with red pillows on and a rainbow throw that mysteriousky appeared.

Clara and Eleven go on the orange sofa with green pillows that now had a bright yellow throw on it.

Rose and Ten stay on the grey sofa the woke on.

And Nine goes on the cream leather seat with a white pillow and red throw he previously missed.

They sat in their seats and got comfy with food that just randomly appeared near them.

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The TV started rolling, and the words DOCTOR WHO came on the screen with big letters.