The Doctor III

The Doctor's head was beginning to pound. Well, it specifically started when his previous regeneration and himself were in the same time. People weren't supposed to be in the same spot as their past or future selves. The Doctor had seen how well that went with Rose. The Doctor hid a wince at the memory and he refocused on the situation at hand.

Bentham, The Doctor remembered, was the leader of guards that was assigned to protect England's Queen. Bentham put his right hand on the hilt of his sword and stepped forward, "What is that?" Bentham breathed, pointing with his left hand at the time fisher.

The War Doctor grumbled and sighed as his two older selves got into a fighting stance with their screwdrivers pointing at Bentham and the guards, "Oh, the pointing again, They're screwdrivers! What are you going to do, assemble a cabinet at them?"

The Doctor heard Vivian snort.

"That thing, what witchcraft is it?" Bentham asked, looking at the time fisher in half horror, half wonder.

The Doctor clasped his hands together as Bentham gave him the perfect explanation for all this craziness. Hopefuly the simple minds of the seventeenth century would accept that. They did have a tendency to yell witchcraft at every possible situation that they didn't understand.

"Ah, yes. Now that you mention it, that is witchcraft. Yes, yes, yes. Witchy witchcraft." The Doctor turned sideways, enough so that he could see the time fisher but also so that he could also see his enemy. Rule fifteen, never turn your back to your enemy, even if it is humans, "Hello? Hello in there. Excuse me. Hello!" The Doctor called into the time fisher, hoping that his companion would play along. "Am I talking to the wicked witch of the well?"

Silence.

"Hello." Clara's tentative voice answered, after a few seconds of hesitation, sounding a bit confused.

The Doctor grinned. He loved putting on a show like this, "Clara, hi, hello. Hello. Would you mind telling these prattling mortals to get themselves begone?" The Doctor asked in a superior tone. As he did The Doctor noticed some of the foot soldiers gripped tighter onto their weapons and quite a few took a step backwards.

"What he said." Clara responded, sounding annoyed.

The Doctor sighed. This wouldn't work if Clara was unwilling to play along, "Yes, tiny bit more color." He hissed.

He heard Clara sigh, "Right. Prattling mortals, off you pop, or I'll turn you all into frogs." The soldiers glanced nervously around them, waiting for Betham to give an order.

The Doctor grinned and turned to fully face Betham again, "Ooo, frogs. You heard her."

"Doctor, what's going on?" Came Clara's annoyed voice.

"It's a timey-wimey thing." The Doctor said over his shoulder to the time fisher.

Vivian made a puzzled face, "What? What is that nonsense."

His previous regeneration looked sheepish, "I've no idea where he picks that stuff up." He said quickly and shook his head.

The Doctor saw Vivian roll her eyes and as she did so, Queen Elizabeth the First walked into the mess. All the soldiers fall to their knees, "The Queen. The Queen." The soldiers chanted.

Elizabeth put her hands on her hips as she saw that all three men and the women weren't kneeling, "You don't seem to be kneeling. How tremendously brave of you."

"Which one are you?" Ten asked, stepping forward a bit, "What happened to the other one?"

Elizabeth smirked, "Indisposed. Long live the Queen."

"Long live the Queen." The soldiers shouted.

"Arrest these men and the woman. Take them to the Tower."

Ten pointed at Elizabeth and said quickly, "That is not the Queen of England, that's an alien duplicate."

Vivian rolled her eyes and commented, "And you can take it from him, because he's really checked."

Ten glared at Vivian, "Oh, shut up."

The Doctor smirked, "Venom sacs in the tongue."

Ten eyed The Doctor angrily, "Seriously, stop it."

"No, hang on. The Tower. Did you say the Tower? Ah, yes, brilliant. Love the at eight, please. Will there be Wi-Fi?" The Doctor asked quickly, using his hands as he talked.

The War Doctor turned and glared at The Doctor, "Are you capable of speaking without flapping your hands about?"

"Yes. No. I demand to be incarcerated in the Tower immediately with my co-conspirators Sandshoes, Granddad and the woman."

The Warrior turned and stared at his older self, "Granddad?" He asked, offended.

"They're not sandshoes." Ten said stubbornly.

"Yes, they are." The Warrior pointed out.

The Doctor heard Vivian mutter, "Can't they take anything seriously?

"Silence." Elizabeth commanded, "The Tower is not to be taken lightly. Very few emerge again."

"Come on you lot, get in there!" The warden shouted then closed the door.

The Doctor, Ten ,The War Doctor and Vivian were led down a hallway by a pair of guards who then pushed them all into a dark room. Light only came from windows that were covered by bars high up on the walls near the ceiling.

"Well, this is just fantastic." Vivian growled as he looked on the ground, spotted a metal stick, picked it up and flicked it to make a 'ding' sound. He then went over to a wall and started scratching on it, trying to leave a message for Clara and Kate. "We're arrested. Do you three have any plans to get us out because three of you in one cell, well, that will cause issues that I can't particularly fix anymore without the right equipment." Vivian snapped.

The Warrior, while scanning the door with his sonic said over his shoulder, "So, who's the women."

"No one of coincidence." Vivian snapped. "Even if I told you there would probably be repercussions. There probably already are repercussions of this event."

"What are you doing?" Ten asked The Doctor.

"Getting us out." The Doctor replied, never losing his concentration but also paying attention to everyone in the room, what they were saying and doing. Vivian was going around the room expecting the walls. Ten was asking what everyone was doing and The Warrior was over by the door.

Ten rolled his eyes and walked over to The Warrior while he scanned the wooden door, "The sonic won't work on that, it's too primitive."

"Shall we ask for a better quality of door so we can escape?" The Doctor asked.

Vivian rolled her eyes, "They would just be suspicious that you actually want to stay in here."

"Good point." The Doctor commented.

"Okay, so the Queen of England is now a Zygon." Ten remarked, "But never mind that. Why are we all together? Why are we all here? Well, me and Chinny, we were surprised, but you came looking for us. You knew it was going to happen. Who told you?" Ten asked, facing The Warrior.

"Oi, Chinny?" The Doctor asked.

"Yeah, you do have a chin." Ten shot back at The Doctor.

Vivian sighed and rubbed her temple. One Doctor she could deal with, but three?

"In theory, I can trigger an isolated sonic shift among the molecules, and the door should disintegrate." The Warrior said.

"We'd have to calculate the exact harmonic resonance of the entire structure down to a sub-atomic level. Even the sonic would take years." Vivian commented.

"No, no, the sonic would take centuries. Oh, we might as well get started. Help to pass the timey-wimey. Do you have to talk like children? What is it that makes you so ashamed of being a grown up? Oh, the way the three of you look at me. What is that? I'm trying to think of a better word than dread." The War Doctor said.

"It must be really recent for you." Ten said quietly.

"Recent?"

The Doctor swallowed, trying to block out the memories, "The Time War. The last day. The day you killed them all."

"The day we killed them all." Ten put in.

"Same thing." The Doctor saw vivian stand up from where she was sitting and walk over to the far wall and faced away from everyone, her arms crossed.

"I don't talk about it." Warrior said.

Silence, then, "Did you ever count?"

The Doctor swallowed, "Count what?"

"How many children there were on Gallifrey that day."

The Doctor stops his scratching, "I have absolutely no idea." He lied. He knew. Of course he knew.

"How old are you now?"

"Ah, I don't know. I lose track." The Doctor lied again, "Twelve hundred and something, I think, unless I'm lying. I can't remember if I'm lying about my age, that's how old I am."

"Four hundred years older than me, and in all that time you've never even wondered how many there were? You never once counted?" The Warrior asked furious at himself.

"Tell me, what would be the point?" The Doctor said.

"Two point four seven billion." Ten all but whispered.

"You did count!"

Ten turned on The Doctor, "You forgot? Four hundred years, is that all it takes?"

The Doctor stood up, still intent on lying, "I moved on."

"Where? Where can you be now that you can forget something like that?" Ten asked.

"Spoilers."

"No. No, no, no. For once I would like to know where I'm going." Ten said angrily to The Doctor.

"No, you really wouldn't." He snapped back at Ten.

"I don't know who you are, either of you. I haven't got the faintest idea." After a couple seconds of silence, "No."

"No?" Ten asked.

"Just, no."

The Doctor laughs suddenly and Ten agrly said, "Is something funny? Did I miss a funny thing?"

"Sorry. It just occured to me. This is what I'm like when I'm alone." The Doctor said.

"Four hundred years." The Warrior said.

"I'm sorry?" Ten asked.

"At a software level, they're all the same device, aren't they. Same software, different case."

"Yeah." Ten said.

"So."

"So, it would take centuries for the screwdriver to calculate how to disintegrate the door. Scanning the door, implanting the calculation as a permanent subroutine in the software architecture and, if you really are me, with your sandshoes and your dickie bow, and that screwdriver is still mine, that calculation is still going on." Warrior said.

Ten checked his sonic, "Yeah, still going."

The Doctor checked his own, "Calculation complete. Hey, four hundred years in four seconds. We may have had our differences, which is frankly odd in the circumstances, but, I tell you what, boys. We are incredibly clever."

Clara opens the door and nearly falls in. Vivian turns back around at the opening of the door, "Clara?"

"How did you do that?" The Doctor asked.

Clara shrugged, looking between all three Doctors and Vivian, "It wasn't locked."

"Right." The Doctor said.

"So they're both you, then, yeah?" Clara asked, nodding to Ten and Warrior.

"Yes. You've met them before. Don't you remember?" He asked his companion, his clever, clever companion.

Clara smirked, "A bit. Nice suit." She said to Ten.

Ten grinned, "Thanks."

Clara tilted her head, puzzled, "Hang on. Three of you in one cell, and none of you thought to try the door?"

The Warrior glanced at the door, suspiciously, "It should have been locked."

"Yes. Exactly. Why wasn't it locked?" Vivian asked, her arms crossed, "Unless they are highly incompetent."

Elizabeth stepped into the rooms with a smirk on her face, "Because I was fascinated to see what you would do upon escaping. I understand you're rather fond of this world. It's time I think you saw what's going to happen to it."

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SNicole25- Yes, it was. She was briefed on all the past regeneration's, but not any past The Warrior, which was why she didn't recognize The Doctor at first until she heard his name when Clara yelled it through the door. Thanks for reviewing!

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