Hi! Here's another chapter. Thanks guys for liking this story so much!
So just to recap. The Fifth and Ninth Doctor have been bowled out (well sort of). I haven't really been keeping track of runs but the Fifth Doctor being so good at cricket (and just so darn huggable) scored a lot of runs. The Ninth scored maybe like one because he did get up and down the pitch before he knocked the stumps over. Oh are there any companions in particular people want to see here? If there's someone you really love who's absent then let me know and I'll try to work them in (not K-9 though, I'm not a friend of K-9).
"He just…knocked them over" the Fifth Doctor waved his hand weekly while Jack fanned his face with his hat, "…just hit them with the bat".
"I think he's going into anaphylactic shock" the Second Doctor said in a professional tone as he cleaned up the Sixth Doctor's bruised but unbroken nose (no one else had offered).
"You don't even know what that is" the Seventh Doctor snorted.
The game was taking a small break while the Sixth Doctor's injuries were treated and the Fifth Doctor was calmed down.
"Well I'd say he's just extremely" the Fourth Doctor looked the Fifth Doctor up and down, "extremely upset".
He held a cricket ball under the Fifth Doctor's nose like a bottle of smelling salts, "here you are good fellow, this will pep you up".
"Ahh" the Fifth Doctor shook himself back into reality, "alright where is he I am going to kill him"
The Ninth Doctor was hiding behind Rose "c'mon it's just a game. Anyway you can't hurt me, you're the nice one remember?"
The Fifth Doctor's face went red as he stood up "I'm so sick of-" he put his hands in his pockets and took a deep breath "one, two, three…" he counted to ten and looked at Jack and Jamie who had a tight grip on both his arms, "I'm alright now you can let me go…um Jack…let go Jack".
"Well my turn to bat" the Fourth Doctor nodded, he took of his scarf and wrapped it around the Fifth Doctor's head ("I can't see") and handed his floppy hat to Romana, "splendid. Wish me luck".
"Yay Doctor!" Rose jumped up and down clapping her hands.
"Excuse me!" the Third Doctor bellowed across the cricket pitch to the Eighth and Tenth Doctors "will one of you two stop taking photographs of the fence and bowl?"
He let out a sigh as the two Doctors exchanged glances and began to play paper, scissors, rock to decide which unfortunate Doctor would bowl.
"I'm playing wicket keeper this round" the Third said to the Second who was thoroughly enjoying ramming cotton wool up the Sixth Doctor's nose, "would you please field? And as for you my Technicolour friend, once you're nose stops throbbing I want you back on the field and I don't want to here a peep out of you do you understand?"
The Sixth Doctor nodded but muttered something under his breath the sounded suspiciously like "fancy pants".
"Ooh he does like to take charge doesn't he?" Mel observed.
"Oh yes" nodded Sarah Jane, "and don't ever ask him what it means to 'reverse the polarity of the neutron flow' he won't explain it".
"Oh but I know that" Mel nodded and whispered an explanation in Sarah Jane's ear.
"Oh" Sarah Jane sounded disappointed, "that wasn't as interesting as I expected".
"It is if cricket balls are involved" the Seventh Doctor chuckled.
Over by the fence the Tenth Doctor won the game of paper, scissors, rock.
"Fine I'll go bowl" sighed the Eighth Doctor, "if he does anything else funny make sure you get a picture of it".
"Absolutely" grinned the Tenth Doctor and flashed the Eighth Doctor a thumbs-up as he headed over to the cricket pitch before resuming looking through the hole in the fence.
"Oh he's stopped exercising" the Tenth said in disappointment, "oh hand on a sec. He's watching daytime soaps".
The Tenth Doctor got the camera in focus "oh please, box of tissues, start sobbing".
"Now my good man" the Fourth Doctor addressed the Eighth Doctor, "how do I play this game?"
The Eighth Doctor blinked "you mean you don't know".
The Fourth Doctor shook his head.
"How can the young fellow over there know how to play when you can't?" the Eighth Doctor nodded at the Fifth Doctor.
"Well do you like Jelly Babies?" the Fourth asked helping himself to a handful.
"Not particularly".
"Well there you have it" the Fourth nodded adamantly.
"But…oh never mind. You're just supposed to hit the ball as hard as you can" the Eighth Doctor thought for a moment "with the bat".
"Well dank you for poinding oud de obvious" the Sixth Doctor who had returned to the field sneered.
"Yes rather" the Fourth Doctor said earnestly, "well fire away".
The Eighth Doctor bowled the ball and the Fourth Doctor swung the bat "Four!"
"You say that in golf" the Third Doctor said watching the ball sail away.
"Doctor!" Mel called out "run! You're supposed to run!"
"Why are the Daleks coming?"
The Master was sitting on his patio watching re-runs of 'Neighbours' when a cricket ball hurtled through one of his windows with a loud SMASH!
"What in the?" the Master got such a shock he promptly fell of his chair.
The Tenth Doctor giggled as he continued taking photos.
With a growl the Master got to his feet and went inside to find out what had smashed his window.
"A cricket ball!" came a thunderous voice.
The Tenth Doctor saw him come out onto the patio and pick up his cordless phone, "property of the Fifth Doctor hmmm?" he read of the side of the cricket ball.
The Tenth Doctor gulped "uh-oh".
It may be some time before I get the next chapter up. Exam time is approaching and I have three essays to hand in before final exams, but if I feel the need to procrastinate. I'll do some more chapters ok?
Cheers! Oh and review!