Hey everybody thanks for the reviews! I'm so glad you guys like it.
betterwiththree: I love stereotypes, only yesterday I lived up to the blonde stereotype by looking for my shoes…they turned out to be on my feet.
k9mark4: done and done :-)
HoVis: Sorry to tease, I just didn't want my story being ripped down, it's here now though
Funky In Fishnet: cool name, yeah I realised when I looked over it I should be arrested by the grammar police. I've started putting their numbers in capitals now.
Deadgloves: thanks, I've tried to put a little more to the action in and be more clear about what's going on. Let me know if it doesn't suffice k?
Cheers people!
The cricket match was almost ready to begin, though it had taken some time to get to this point. It had taken about an hour of traveling in the Tardis to get to a suitable venue. The First Doctor had insisted on piloting the Tardis and had nearly landed them all in a black hole. Next the Fourth Doctor had run out of jelly babies so they had to make a stop to replenish his stock. This had taken longer than expected as the Second Doctor had run into the hardware store across the road and accused the staff of selling Dalek parts and plotting to take over the universe, (luckily the other Doctors had dragged him out of the store before the police arrived).
After these debacles the first cricket pitch the Tardis materialised at was too grassy for the Sixth Doctor's liking.
The second cricket pitch was not grassy enough for the Sixth Doctor's liking.
The third cricket pitch the Fifth Doctor had to point out to the other Doctors was in fact a highway.
Finally the Tardis had materialised in a small park with a cricket pitch that had just the right amount of grass and lacked cars.
The Fifth Doctor sat on a bench while the other Doctors began organising the equipment and rubbed his temples "I've got a headache already".
A wooden cricket stump sailed through the air and landed at his feet.
"You don't throw them you little scarecrow, you put them in the ground" the Seventh Doctor's voice floated over from the pitch.
"Well why is it pointy on one end then?" the Second Doctor retorted.
The Fourth Doctor, who had taken up residency beside the Fifth poked the stump curiously with his shoe, then finding it of little interest took his bag of jelly babies out of his pocket.
"Would you like a jelly baby?" he shook the bag in the Fifth's direction.
Ever polite the Fifth Doctor took a jelly baby "I think we'd better help them set up before someone gets impaled on a cricket stump".
"Oh no" the Fourth replied lazily stretching out, "we'll just wait for Sri Lanka to get here"
"I'm sorry?" the Fifth blinked.
"The other team"
"…we aren't playing Sri Lanka" the Fifth Doctor said slowly.
"England then?"
The Fifth shook his head.
"Oh Australia?"
"I'm helping them set up now" the Fifth said picking up the stump and leaving the Fourth humming 'Advance Australia Fair' in his wake.
Meanwhile out past the cricket pitch the Tenth and Eighth Doctors were retrieving the stump the Second Doctor had thrown (a greatly missed) at the Seventh for calling him a scarecrow. It had landed near someone's backyard fence.
"I said I'm not joining forces with you Davros!"
The Tenth Doctor looked around, "that sounded very much like the Master"
"Why? Every time we go out, I have to drive!"
The Eighth grinned and point to a small hole in the fence. The Tenth Doctor peered through the hole to see the Master sitting out on his patio, red-faced and abusing a cordless phone.
"-and you never pay your share at dinner, you've always 'only got your bank card' or some rubbish!"
"That's the Master's house?" the Tenth Doctor ventured, "would I be right in assuming that the other cricket pitches weren't too grassy or not grassy enough?"
"Just not close enough to the Master's place" the Eighth winked, "don't tell the Fifth lad ok? He'll give us all an earful"
The Tenth made a zipping motion across his lips and snickered.
"Right, I'm nominating myself as team captain" the Ninth Doctor folded his arms, "anyone who doesn't like it can sod off".
"I think I should be the other team captain" the Third Doctor added folding his arms in a much more debonair manner to demonstrate he had the most class.
"Well flip a coin to see who gets first pick" the Fifth said as he tried to wrestle the last cricket stump of the Second Doctor, "honestly I'll give you a bat in a minute, I promise!"
The Ninth Doctor won the toss and immediately picked the Fifth Doctor, "anyone would be daft not to pick Blondie" he said as he watched the Fifth Doctor run past with the Second Doctor in hot pursuit waving the cricket stump gleefully.
"Ten you're with me" the Third Doctor waved at the newest Doctor as the Fifth tripped up the Second Doctor.
"Seven" the Ninth nodded and snickered as the Fifth Doctor was smacked in the shin with the stump.
"Eight you'll be on my team" said the Third while a stream of undignified language burst forth from the Fifth Doctor's mouth.
"Lose the scarf and get over here" the Ninth said to the Fourth who was now trying to tempt the Second Doctor away from the Fifth with his bag of Jelly Babies.
"I suppose you'll do then little fellow" the Third sighed as the Second Doctor begrudgingly gave the cricket stump to the Fifth Doctor.
"Hmm" the Ninth eyed the Sixth and First Doctors, the later had fallen asleep against his cane while the former stared at the Ninth expectantly.
"WAKE UP! You're on my team!" the Ninth bellowed at the First Doctor.
The Sixth Doctor scowled "well my friend, you are going to lose this game".
"I think not" the Fifth Doctor smiled as he returned from putting the final stump at the end of the cricket pitch, "I think you'll find I'm- oh no! He's after the stump again!"
Well they still haven't started to play cricket, but they will next chapter I promise!