Hi! Sorry I've been gone for ages. But I'm back now! :D hope you like it

The seventh incarnation of The Doctor looked at his bickering incarnations lined up in pairs at the start line of the three-legged race. His third and fourth incarnations awkwardly discussing the advantages and disadvantages of UNIT, his fifth incarnation trying to look like he was listening to his tenth incarnation whilst getting as far away as he possible, his ninth incantation standing silently next to his eleventh with his arms crossed, and his eighth incarnation wrestling with his second over a recorder.

Seven turned to his first incarnation, who was chuckling quietly to himself, and said, rather reproachfully, "You do know this is going to end badly, and Six already hates Two enough over that Androgum business without you pairing Two with the only version of himself Six gets along with and is willing to listen too. There's going to be a worse argument than when Four tried to convince Eleven scarves are better than Bowties!" "of course!" said One cheerfully. Seven sighed "Right, are you going to start the race soon? I'm not sure how long Two and Eight can survive being tied together with their differences in favorite music, and suicide is not on my list of things to do today" "Patience! I'm just getting ready now!"

Seven wandered away from One and towards the dejected looking Six, a told him what One had said. By then Three and Four were discussing tactics, Five and Ten where chatting about cricket and holidays, Nine was standing the way he had for the past ten minutes while Eleven looked for something to do, and Eight and Two had stopped fighting over the recorder and were arguing over music instead.

"Ready!" One shouted though a megaphone. Everyone except Seven jumped at the sudden noise, and the eight participants picked themselves up off the ground grumpily as One shouted "Steady!" Eleven and Nine started running, but the other three pairs waited the three agonizing seconds before One shouted "GO!" in a maneuver that look as if they'd being practicing, Three and Four took off, rapidly gaining ground on Eleven and Nine. With slightly less grace, Five and Ten took off... In the wrong direction. Slightly late, Two and Eight took off slowly, and four steps in, fell over.

Halfway though the course, Three and Four passed Eleven and Nine. Nine yelled "Now!" at Eleven, who had, up until now, being solely concentrating on where he was putting his feet, promptly tripped over and sent them both crashing to the ground, along with Three and Four, whom Nine had managed to grab on the way down.

All four started trying to get up and stop the other three getting up at the same time and didn't notice Two and Eight inching their way towards the finishing line until Six gave a gigantic cheer as they finished. Startled out of their fighting, they looked up, saw they had lost, and started fighting again.

Once Two and Eight had won, it took all of Seven's considerable patience and diplomacy (manipulation) skills to get Three, Four, Eleven, and Nine to stop fighting and standing up, on his own because One was too busy chortling to himself and Six was irritating the winners.

After everyone had (more or less) stopped fighting One gave Two and Eight their prize (a bag of jelly babies that was stolen by Four) they all started to say good-bye. Seven headed off first, with just a quick nod to One and Six, followed by Two and Three, because Three's TARDIS wasn't working. One left after that, then Nine, who declared that if he bothered himself again he would find some way of marooning himself on Scaro. Then Eight realized he had left his TARDIS on another planet somewhere, and surprisingly Six offered to help him find it. Then Four left and Five dashed of after that, because he had left his TARDIS quite far away and it was getting dark, And finally Ten and Eleven left.

Thank you guest for getting me to actually write something, I'll try to update quicker next time.

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