AN: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THOSE WHO HAVE VIEWED AND REVIEWED! [Note: I'm writing this right after writing the first one so I have no idea if anyone has even viewed or reviewed yet. AIN'T LIFE GRAND!] Seriously though. Hope you're all enjoying the fic. For those of you wondering there is going to be a lot of Whouffle because OTP and stuff. Errr, there will be other ships. Not sure what they will be yet, it all depends on how the characters develop. Also, when things get properly started, I'll be doing the 'days' from the POV's of multiple people. Depending on what happens with each of them and where they go there will be multiple chapters for the same points in time SOUNDS CONFUSING, AND FOR ME IT IS BUT I WILL MAKE THE TRANSITION AS EASY AS POSSIBLE FOR YOU, ANYYYYWAY! On we go!

TARDIS, No More

Day One

Clara

All three of the Doctors jumped into action at ones, scanning the area that the TARDIS had once been, the droning of their sonic screwdrivers buzzing loudly in the air. Clara moved over to stand next to Rose. She very faintly remembered the girl from one of her Echo lives, she had saved her and the Doctor with the big ears from encountering the Autons early and having their brains splattered all over the walls, she hadn't been able to save Wilson though. That was a shame.

"You alright?" Clara asked, nudging her shoulder into the other girl. "Names Clara."

The other girl looked shocked, her eyes were wide and she looked more than a little bit scared. "I'm Rose," she replied after a few moments. Clara didn't know how to respond to that, so instead they both watched the three Doctor's rushing around the spot where the TARDIS was, scanning and sharing single words with each other.

"Do you understand what's going on?" Clara asked, trying and failing to not sound patronising to the other companion. She was travelling with the Doctor, all be it a younger version of him, therefore she must have been absolutely capable in every single way.

"He said that he was dying... " Rose stated, nodding her head toward the Ninth Doctor. He had been eyeing the Elevenths bow tie before shaking his head slightly.

"He hasn't explained about regeneration yet then?" Clara breathed out. That made sense, he was incredibly stupid about stuff like explaining things that mattered. Her Doctor hadn't told her about regeneration until he had nearly died, it would have been nice to have known that she didn't need to worry about him so much. Rose shook her head as a means of responding. "He would have came back," Clara started. "Well he did come back. You see them, all three of them, with their screwdrivers and their running about with frantic grins on their faces?" Rose nodded again. "They're all him, each and every one of them. There were more in the past too."

The three men in question had stopped scanning the air where the TARDIS had been and had made their way over to the two women. The tenth Doctor looked the worst for wear out of all of them, incredibly tired and gazing at rose like she was some sort of impossible thing that had no right existing. The other two did not look happy by any means, they all looked incredibly unhappy.

"Doctor?" Clara asked, looking toward Eleven but smiling when three pairs of eyes settled on her. "Any news?"

Eleven shook his head and sighed slightly. "The TARDIS is gone, completely. We can't trace her. We even tried implementing a subroutine in the sonic, one that lasted over a thousand years, still couldn't find the ship." His voice wobbled at the end and Clara couldn't help herself, she pulled him into a hug that the Time Lord graciously returned, breaking away to take her hand.

"But what does that mean?" Rose asked, looking between the Ninth and the Tenth, "are we stuck here?"

Nine and Ten shared an equally grave look before the younger of the two gave a sharp nod. "For now, yeah."

"Rose, further in his- our future..." Ten began before shooting a look over to Nine. A small grimace passed over his face, he knew that he couldn't divulge so much about their future together with his past self being right there. Rose cocked her head to one side, her eyes pleading him to go on. "We become... close... and then something happens." Both Nine and Rose had their eyes focused on him intently now. Clara could see it on Nine's face, the realization and the implication of what he was saying. Clara's echoes had been in Ten's past, maybe more than any other of the Doctor's. She knew the bond that Rose and He ended up forming, the love and the trust that they had built up for one another before it was so cruelly snatched away by the war at Canary Wharf.

"What do you mean... close?" Rose asked, walking toward the man.

The tenth Doctor shook his head and laughed slightly, "ah, has to be lived, Rose. All has to be lived."

They were all silent for a moment, awkward after Ten's much needed outburst of one of the many elephants in the room.

"Hang on," Clara stated, breaking the silence. "We're stuck out here, in the middle of London, with no money, jobs or places to live. I mean sure I can go back to my place, but there is nowhere near enough room for all of us. How do we deal with that?"

"Ah, right, well yes," Eleven jumped in at the end of her question, his typical boyish grin plastered back onto his face. "Doctors, if you would please all check your psychic papers."

All three of the men pulled out an identical leather wallet and flipped it open. Nines eyes rose and Ten glanced at Rose uncertainly, as if he wanted to ask her something. "We all own flats!" Eleven grinned, withdrawing what seemed to be a front door key. "The TARDIS must have planned this, or at least one of the guardians if they're still knocking about. We have keys to flats up in that building!"

"What does that mean, the TARDIS must have planned it?" Rose asked, the three of them had moved to stand in a strange circle, Rose between Clara and Nine whilst Ten was between Eleven and Nine.

"Must have thought bow tie over there needed to reconcile with his past or something," Nine snorted, shaking his head slightly.

"Oi, Bow ties are cool!" Eleven replied indignantly, grabbing Clara's hand once more. "Could always be that you need some help recovering," Eleven threw in, gesturing toward Nine.

"Recovering from what?" The Northerner scowled, obviously trying to keep his mind off of it.

"Oh please," Ten threw in, "I bet chinny and I both remember being you, all raw and bitter from the war."

"And what about you?" Nine scowled, shooting a pointed glare at Ten. "When you look at Rose it's like you've seen the ghost of a long lost lover, and you with the Bow Tie and suspenders, all goo goo eyed over shorty there. Is that really what I become? A lovesick ball of angst?"

Ten, Rose, Eleven and Clara all fell incredibly silent. All that could be heard was the slight rustling of the grass that they stood on. Ten pushed through the crowd first, stalking toward the block of flats and checking the number on his key.

"That was uncalled for, you know," Eleven said softly before turning and tugging slightly on Clara's hand. She followed, the two of them walking toward the building. They both heard the resounding clap of Rose Tyler's hand on the Ninth Doctor's cheek.