Hey guys, sorry to take it up and put it down. It's pretty much the same, just a bit neater.
Anyway, thanks for all the reviews! You guys are (dare I say it?) fantastic.
I was on the phone to me cousin in England yesterday and he said Tooth and Claw was just really weird but that I'll like the first episode of the season so now I'm really hanging out for the show again!
The Seventh Doctor had wandered a little way from where the First and a rather dejected Fifth Doctor were sitting. He was talking on a mobile phone.
"Hello Tegan? It's the Doctor…no not that one" the Seventh Doctor said in a tone that suggested Tegan wasn't the First one to get it wrong.
"Yes we're playing a game of cricket, the ten of us" he continued "care to take a punt on the outcome? ...the Fifth Doctor? On my team…excellent fifty quid on my team to win. I'll call you and let you know. Ok bye!"
He scribbled down the bet in his notebook, he had several bets going.
Turlough had put twenty dollars on the Ninth Doctor's team to win, as had Susan and Ian Chesterton had put five pounds on the same team (he raised his bet from three after the Seventh Doctor had told him off for five minutes about being a cheapskate).
Peri had also placed seventy-five dollars on the Sixth Doctor being attacked by one of the other Doctors.
The Seventh Doctor add the current totals and then dialed another number, "hello Ace? Yes! Listen, we're playing a game of cricket…"
"You know perhaps he should tell them that I've already been bowled out" the Fifth Doctor said shaking his head.
"Rubbish, I could use some of that money to by myself a new cane" the First Doctor said holding up his worn cane (worn mainly from hitting the other Doctors), "I'd like one with a pewter handle, maybe in the shape of a dragon…"
"Was I really this materialistic?" the moral Fifth Doctor wondered aloud.
"Your hat's in the dirt!"
"Oh no! And I just had it dry-cleaned!" the Fifth Doctor caught sight of the First Doctor looking smug, "shut up".
Meanwhile on the pitch, the Ninth was waiting for someone to bowl the ball to him.
It looked to take a while as the Third Doctor and the Sixth Doctor were having an argument.
"I want the bowl!" the Sixth Doctor stamped his feet.
"Careful he'll hold his breath and go blue soon" the Ninth observed with a snicker.
"Five minutes ago you said you didn't want to" the Third Doctor said throwing his hands up in exasperation, "you said the colour of the ball didn't match your outfit".
"Well I'm colourblind so I couldn't tell" the Sixth Doctor replied.
"Really?" the Second Doctor yelled from across the pitch, "you never said!"
"Explains a lot!" the Ninth Doctor added.
"Give me that!" the Sixth Doctor snatched the cricket ball out of the Third Doctor's hand, he grinned at the Ninth Doctor "cricket can be a contact sport you know"
"I'm going to get hurt aren't I?" the Ninth Doctor said to the Second who nodded adamantly.
The Third Doctor shook his head "fine I'll go field and-" he looked around the cricket pitch, "where have the other two fielder's gone?"
Over by the fence the Eighth and the Tenth Doctor were leaning on each other and biting their lips with tears rolling down their eyes.
And one, and two, and lift those legs lift those legs! Feel your calf muscles working girls!
On the patio the Master was exercising in a black jumpsuit, his eyes fixed firmly on the probable television displaying the exercise show.
The two Doctor's fell over clutching their sides.
"There's never a camera when you need one!" spluttered the Eighth Doctor.
"Quick!" hissed the Tenth Doctor peering again through the fence, "he's doing pumps and Pilates now!"
The Fifth Doctor sat sullenly on the bench digging his toes in the dirt, still disappointed about being bowled out so quickly, when he heard the TARDIS returning followed by several babbling voices.
"Aww you look like you need a hug".
The Fifth Doctor looked up to see a young blonde girl standing in front of him "you're Rose aren't you?"
"Yeah that's me" Rose grinned sitting beside him.
"Ah" the Fifth nodded toward the Ninth Doctor who was currently trying to avoid sustaining grievous bodily harm from an offending cricket ball, "so you and he-"
"Hey! They said you were the nice one!" Rose said clamping her hand across his mouth.
"-traffeled togetfer" he finished in a muffled voice.
"Oh yeah" Rose said quickly.
"You gotta be the Fifth Doc" a handsome man with brown hair who had appeared held out his hand, "I'm Captain Jack. She didn't tell me you were so cute".
"Who didn't?" the Fifth Doctor said as he felt his cheeks grow hot out of embarrassment.
"Well my apologies but I prefer brunettes…and curls" Romana answered and patted the Fifth Doctor on the shoulder sympathetically, "already bowled out I take it?".
"Bah cricket!" a Scottish accent scoffed. The Fifth turned around to see Jamie wandering up, accompanied by Sarah Jane and Mel, "golf is a real man's game".
"I never understood the game of cricket myself" Sarah Jane said sitting down on the bench.
Mel eyed the Second Doctor who was trying to balance his recorder on the stumps, "I don't think he does either".
"You all look a bit worn out" the First Doctor observed.
"Yes well it took some time to get here" Romana shrugged.
"The Doctor took a uh-detour" Sarah Jane sighed.
"There was a rousing game of bingo in the retirement village" the Fourth Doctor came over carrying a cellophane-wrapped basket, "smashing time.'Christmas cake thirty-eight, dancing queen seventeen'. Look I won a fruit basket".
"It looks rather mangled" the First Doctor.
"Well he took it without saying Bingo so they tried to take it off him" Jamie informed the Doctors.
"He also hadn't won" Jack laughed.
"Is he trying to kill him?" Rose nodding towards the pitch as the Sixth Doctor threw another sound barrier-breaking ball at the Ninth Doctor.
"Yes" the First, Fourth and Fifth Doctor replied in unison.
"Ah the Cheer Squad has arrived!" the Seventh Doctor who had been on the phone to everyone even Mickey finally came to greet the companions.
"Now I want everyone to place a bet on which team they think will win" he said taking out his notebook.
"Rose! Rose!" the Tenth Doctor came bounding over, "please tell me you brought a camera!"
The Ninth Doctor wiped the sweat from his brow, he'd been having a difficult time ducking, diving and dogging the balls that had been thrown at him.
"Why don't you just hit the ball?" the Second Doctor said as he continued to try and balance his recorder on the stumps.
"I have tried!" the Ninth growled.
"No you've just been dodging them" the Second said.
"Fine! I'll try and hit the stupid ball" the Ninth shot back
The Sixth Doctor bowled the ball.
THWOCK! The Ninth's bat connected with the ball and the ball went flying…into the Sixth Doctor's nose.
"You leather clad fool! I'm bleeding!" the Sixth Doctor covered his nose with his hand.
"Well it matches your outfit!" the Ninth Doctor chortled as he ran up and down the cricket pitch amidst the companions and his fellow team mates cheers.
When he got back to the stumps Ninth Doctor blew kisses and waved the bat to his adoring fans.
Suddenly all went silent.
"You son of a-" the First and Seventh Doctor struggled to hold an uncharacteristically violent and bad-tempered Fifth Doctor back from the Ninth Doctor, "You imbecile!".
"Take it easy lad" the Seventh Doctor said soothingly, "just breathe in and out".
"Do a happy dance" Rose suggested helpfully.
The Second Doctor looked forlornly at the stumps that had been accidentally knocked over by the Ninth Doctor's cricket bat, "I'd just managed to balance my recorder on that you know".
Hmm, you know I haven't been keeping track of runs. But I'm just saying that the Fifth Doctor scored heaps. Will try to get the next chapter up and running as soon as possible ok?