A/N: So I noticed while writing this that Saxon was around all the way back in the first reboot series. I thought that was neat :)
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Doctor Who.
"Doctor, what's going on?" Rose asked, frowning even more than she already was as both the Doctor and the bowtie man looked over at her. The latter looked away after realizing she didn't mean him, conversing quietly with the redhead instead. She was steadfastly ignoring the flickering image of herself trailing behind the group, and the Doctor sighed, taking her hand to comfort her. She squeezed it. "Tell me."
He sighed. "To put it simply, there are two of me. That's me. A future me, mind." He pointed to the other him. "Dunno which one though."
"I'm the eleventh," the other said, looking back at the two of them. "Normally that would be a big no-no, but since this idiot is ignoring every other rule of time, might as well tell you." He looked to Rose and smiled, body portraying a different stance. It was gentler, almost. "Hello, Rose Tyler."
Rose waves slowly. "Hello there. And who's this?"
"Yeah, Doctor. Who am I?" The redhead rolled her eyes and grinned at Rose, holding out her hand. "Amy Pond. Nice to meet you."
"Pleasure. And the other me?"
Both Doctors were quiet. "...she's you, Rose," the eleventh said eventually. "A future you. Don't ask about the flickering," he said quickly, seeing her mouth begin to move in question. "You'll find out when the time comes."
"Fine," she said quietly, looking between them. "So...a UFO in London."
"I'd say go take a look, but who knows what the traffic looks like," Amy grumbled, looking toward the wreckage. Already the sound of horns were echoing through the city, angry and confused drivers just wanting to get a move on. The Doctor looked at his future self, his companions, and the wreckage.
"So...anyone want to watch the telly?"
-DW-
The Tyler's flat was much more crowded than he remembered it being. Then again, two extra people (three, if you counted the not-quite-there Rose) crammed into the small space, watching the crash and getting info from the telly like every other person usually gets it.
He hated this method to no end.
The Doctor sighed and leaned back, taking in the news and looking at his other self. This was early, way too early. This wasn't right. They were supposed to have nine months without this incident, but here it was.
Time lines were changing, and not just his and Rose's.
The Doctor groaned quietly, closing his eyes and leaning back on the sofa. He really mucked things up. The other version of himself looked over at the groan, raising an eyebrow.
"It came early."
"Yes, thanks for pointing that out aloud." He sighed. "Can you see the shifts? What else have I changed?"
"Doctor, I make it a point to not look at my timeline, just in case I mess up what's meant to happen. Unlike you, let me point out." He wrinkled his nose. "I don't know what else you changed."
That just made the Doctor groan again.
"Look, chinny-"
"Chinny? Did you just call me chinny?"
He smirked. "You've got a bit of one."
"Fine, baldy, but don't take your anger out on me! Oh no, take it out on yourself."
"Technically I am."
The Doctor didn't see the pillow coming toward his head. "Oi!"
He looked and saw it had been Amy to hit him, and she scowled at them. "Stop arguing, would ya? My god. Look, you messed life up. It sucks, but we all do it. Can we move on and figure this mess out?"
It was then that Rose came out, finally escaping her mother's pestering ("Why are all these people in my flat, Rose Marion Tyler?!") and sitting beside her Doctor. "Can we stop this before mum has a heart attack? She's insisting it's your UFO or somethin'. Dunno why, she doesn't know you're from space yet."
The eleventh snorted and nodded. "Yes, yes. I know what happens, but since baldy here messed up-"
"I'm warning you-"
"There's no telling what may ensue. Let's just keep calm and carry on. To the UFO!" He stood quickly and bounded off like an unbalanced baby giraffe and Amy followed, leaving the two others in their wake.
"Let's go, I suppose."
The Doctor grinned and offered his arm. "Allons-y!"
-DW-
Going to the UFO, as both Doctors knew, meant going to Albion hospital. It meant walking into the mortuary, where they were examining the "alien" that had come down to earth. It meant consoling the workers there (both recognized Dr. Sato as someone to later work for Torchwood, but they wouldn't mention that.)
It meant trying to defend a pig.
He had forgotten how mutated the pig had been, enough to go and run on its hind legs from the soldiers that chased it. He did remember them shooting it dead, and being absolutely pissed like he had been before. These weren't the Slitheen, no, but he couldn't stand humans sometimes! It was scared...it was just scared. The Doctor closed his eyes and shook his head, looking at his other self and their companions. "That wasn't the real alien."
Everyone in the room (save his other self) looked surprised. "It wasn't?" Sato asked, frowning. "But it was in the crash. It wasn't one of our pigs, certainly."
"No, but this wasn't the alien you were looking for." He shook his head, looking around at them all. "They're disguised. They look like humans...we just need to find them." Where to look? Would they have the same skins as before?
"Sorry, but how do you know? How can we trust you?"
He frowned. "I'm the Doctor, and so is he." He pointed to the eleventh. "You could call us experts on this sort of stuff."
"Right now, we need to get to Downing Street," the eleventh said, clapping his hands together. "Brilliant. Never thought I'd relive this day. Amy!" He turned to his companion. "Take Rose home, would you? She should be with her mum."
Rose's jaw dropped. "I'm not leaving, not now!"
"Rose, please, it's for the best, I would kno-"
"Like hell you would." She scowled. "You aren't going to send me and Amy back to my home because you think it's for the best, Doctor. How dare you try and do that to me!"
Both stared at her in shock, and Amy laughed. "Your faces. She's right though. You think you're leaving us behind? Not a chance, raggedy man."
"But how will we get there? We don't even have the TARDIS," Rose frowned. "The roads are all blocked off as it is. Everyone's freaking out."
"We won't need the TARDIS," the eleventh said, walking out of the building. Outside of it were police cars and Saxon armored cars, surrounding the building.
"You're under arrest!" one of them shouted, and the Doctor grinned widely.
"Take me to your leader."
-DW-
"Ladies and gentlemen, can we convene? Quick as we can, please. It's this way on the right, and can I remind you ID cards are to be worn at all times." Ganesh said quickly to everyone, spotting both the Doctors. "Ah, Doctor! Here you are." He handed him one. "Your ID card. I'm sorry, but the other three don't have clearance."
The eleventh looked offended. "No clearance? Rubbish. I'm the Doctor."
Ganesh blinked. "Apologies." He went to grab the ID card back, but the Doctor pulled it away.
"I'm also the Doctor."
"...there are two of you?"
"Yes."
"Very well. I-" He stopped and groaned as a woman walked up to the group, holding her ID up.
"Harriet Jones, MP Flydale North. Excuse me, but are you the Doctor?"
"Yes," both said as Ganesh sighed and said, "Not now, Jones. We're busy. Can't you just go home?"
She ignored him and looked between them. "You're both the Doctor. May I have a word in private with one of you?"
The eleventh grinned widely. "Anything for you, Harriet Jones! Doctor, you have fun, I'm sure you know what you're doing. Amy! Rose! With me, please."
The Doctor smirked. "Alright, Doctor. You all play nice."
"When don't we?"
The Doctor left, and the eleventh put an arm around Harriet's shoulder. "Now, you saw an alien, yes? The Slitheen. Let's go put a stop to them."
-DW-
"Right!" The Doctor clapped his hands and looked around the room, nodding to them. "Hello! I'm the Doctor, as I'm sure you, as alien experts, know." He nodded again. "Good, good, no need for introductions. Now please, take off your ID carts, if you will." He raised an eyebrow as everyone stared at him. "What? Don't look at me like that."
"We were told not to," said one person, and he grinned.
"Yes! We were, weren't we! The middle of a not-alien crisis, and how dare we consider taking our ID cards off. In fact, keep them on the entire time! Seems a little suspicious, don't you think?" He pocketed his hands and looked around. "See, the pig alien? Not an alien. The spaceship? Definitely alien. Now, why would an alien species go and create a fake species? Anyone?"
"...it's a trap," one said, and he pointed at her.
"Bingo! It's a trap! Now, we're all gathered here, alien experts, the only people with knowledge how to fight them, gathered together in one room. On top of that, we're told to keep our ID cards on at all times and that man-" He pointed over at a larger man. "-keeps farting. Excuse you, sir, but you look rather ill."
The man stood. "I feel a bit...yes, quite ill."
"Well, you may fool the rest of the lot but you sure as hell don't fool me. Hello, Mr. Slitheen. Keep the farts to yourself."
"Would you rather silent but deadly?" The man began to unzip his hand, and the Doctor backed up to the rest of the group.
"Run!"
-DW-
"The Slitheen wear their victim's skins, you see. What you saw was an actual alien, yes, but we'll-Harriet, don't cry!" the eleventh Doctor said quickly, eyes wide. "Oh, don't cry, that's not a good thing to do! Look, we're okay, see? You, and me, and Amy and Ro-Amy? Rose?"
He turned around when he heard a shriek from the back of the cabinet room, seeing Amy and Rose standing there.
"They've skinned the bloody prime minister!"
The Doctor didn't even remember coming back toward this room. No. "Run, all of you, run!"
"Oh, leaving so soon?" a woman asked, and she blocked the doorway, grinning widely. "Sneaking around private areas is rather naughty, don't you think?" Margaret reached up and unzipped her head, Harriet screaming in shock. Amy and Rose ran toward the Doctor, Amy grabbing his arm while Rose grabbed his hand.
This wasn't good. Not at all.