Author's Notes: Sorry about the late uploading! It's play weekend and I'm crazy busy. So here's the two chapters I missed!
"Amy?" The Doctor burst into the main control room, eyes darting around for the bright hair. He had heard her calling his name just a few minutes ago and had tried shouting back but her human ears weren't as sharp as his and she didn't hear. He was slightly out of breath from all the running. He didn't know how he had ended up clear on the other side of the TARDIS but set the problem aside.
"Doctor?" A girlish voice caught his attention. He darted through the center of the room and popped out of another door. "Doctor, is that you?" He took a sharp turn around the corner to find a group of three people.
"Clara! Safe and sound!" He grabbed her and kissed her forehead before turning to the two gentleman with her. "Hello again." He did the normal earth greeting for their time period and air kissed both of their cheeks.
"Doctor, do you know where we are?" Sherlock asked, his voice a little suspicious.
"We're on the TARDIS. My turn, where's Amy and Dean and Mammoth?"
"You mean Sam?" Clara was half smiling at the Doctor and he frowned.
"That's what I said."
"You said Mammoth."
"Getting back to the point." John Watson interrupted, seemingly not as keen on the argument as the two of them. "The brothers and Amy are looking for you outside of the TARDIS."
"Why bother doing that? I never left." He straightened his bow tie out of habit while thinking. Something wasn't quite right with this gang. They were hiding something.
"Doctor, you were unconscious." Clara told him, a puzzled expression on her face.
"No I wasn't. I was right here." He argued defensively. What on earth was she going on about?
"You were knocked out by a demon named Crowley. We need you to wake up and return us to our bodies." Sherlock told him, and the Doctor frowned before touching his temple as a slight throb hit his brain. The memory began to resurface painfully. A snapping of fingers before a rush of black. Then he had found himself wandering around the TARDIS looking for something.
"Yes, yes, I remember now. But I can't wake up I don't understand-" The Doctor froze, realizing what he was looking for, what was missing from the whole scenario. "Why can't I remember? The first thing I remember is regenerating in the TARDIS. Where's the rest of my memory?" He looked disturbed.
"What do you mean regenerating?" Clara asked looking slightly confused.
"I'm unconscious?" He checked with Sherlock who nodded affirmatively. "Then it's simple. My memory has been segmented into eleven pieces. Each of them should take the form of my past regenerations. It's a rare thing with Time Lords and usually only happens due to mental trauma. You need to find my other regenerations and bring them to me."
"What's a regeneration?" Clara looked around at the other three.
"When a Time Lord is close to dying their bodies change so that they become in essence a different person entirely." Sherlock explained to her quickly before turning to the Doctor. "If the memories of your past lives come together you will wake up?"
"Like putting Humpty Dumpty together." The Doctor nodded, grinning at his understanding. "I'm sure Amy's boys will be able to find some of them but in the meantime-" He spun on his heel and bounced back towards the control room. After looks were exchanged, they followed him. He was on the level below them, rummaging through a trunk. He tossed bits of strange material including three blankets that looked to have been turned into ponchos, a copy of an Agatha Christe book and a glowing ball.
"Here." He shoved some metallic squares into Clara's arms. "These will bring you back to the control room no matter where you are." He picked one up and pressed a small button on the side of it. "See? You press the button and follow the beeping. The faster it is the closer you're getting to the control room. Now," He rushed past them, up to the console in the center of the level above them.
"Scanning for life signs." There was a whirring before a bout of circles appeared on the screen. "Four. Besides us, there are four regenerations in the TARDIS. So, I'll take these." he took a few of the squares from Clara, leaving them five. "And you send them all back here, eh? The faster we get this done, the faster we can get back to the TARDIS. The real TARDIS." He grinned at them, his face appearing excited but internally his mind was racing. He was watching Sherlock, nervous about leaving him alone with Clara.
"Go on then, off you pop. Oh and if you could stop by the kitchen and grab me a jammy dodger, that would be lovely." He swung himself onto a seat, still grinning. Clara shrugged before dropping the squares into John's arms.
"You can carry these for me." She told him, ponytail swinging as she turned towards the doorway leading out of the room. "Come on then boys. I want to see if there are any of the Doctor's regenerations by the swimming pool." John was only a step behind her, curiously asking questions.
"There's a swimming pool in here?"
"There's a lot of things if you know where to look..." Their voices began fading into the hall as Sherlock remained, looking down at the Doctor who's face still held the grin. His eyes, however, were calculating.
"Better hurry. Don't want them to get lost in the TARDIS." He warned him.
"John can manage without me." Sherlock told him, also observing the other man.
"Can he?"
"We haven't got all day!" Clara stuck her head back in, the words directed at Sherlock. He didn't glance at her as his body turned, still looking over the Doctor.
"He can."
Amy pulled a leaf off a tree as she passed beneath it, noting how large it was. The sunlight shown off it, seeing as it was daytime. So different than when she had last been here but Amy would recognize it anywhere. The trees done up with technology, the oxygen factory. Amy would never forget this place. She remembered the utter terror she had felt with that angel in her mind and that was not a thought that faded quickly.
They were walking in silence. Not out of need but just because there wasn't anything any of them felt like discussing. Nothing any of them should discuss without supervision. Dean had been on edge ever since they had picked her up and Amy could tell. She was wary of him, unsure what he would do next.
"Do you hear that?" Sam's head cocked, listening to the stillness around them. Amy shook her head, bright curls reflecting sunlight. "Over there." He pointed to a cluster of trees and as Amy directed her hearing in that direction she began to realize she did in fact hear something. Voices. Dean and Sam exchanged some look that Amy didn't quite understand, the pair of them moving to either side of her.
"Hello?" Amy poked her head around the tree.
"Who are you?" An older man stood there, white hair neatly done with a very sophisticated look about him.
"My name's Amy. I'm looking for the Doctor?" She moved out from behind the tree to see that beside him stood another girl, smaller with dark hair.
"I'm the Doctor. Now what do you want?" Amy glanced from Sam, who shrugged, back to the man.
"Sorry but my Doctor is a bit more, I don't know, dark haired?" Then a thought struck her. "Are you one of his regenerations?"
"Is that what this is about?" He wondered, cocking his head. "Because, you see, I remember dying but I don't know how I still look like this if I regenerated."
Dean's arms crossed. "So is he the Doc or isn't he?"
"When the Doctor is close to dying his body sort of changes so that he looks different. He calls it regeneration. He's had eleven bodies so far."
Dean threw his hands up, a little exasperated. "Great. So we're dealing with some sort of alien shifter. Does any one else not think this is messed up?"
"Eleven faces? I must get careless in my old age." The old man theorized.
"Which one are you?"
"The original." He nodded to her and Amy's eyes grew wide. The first Doctor. Incredible.
"Well, the Doctor, you, the other you, has to be in here somewhere. We need him to wake up and get us all out of here." Amy told him.
"What does she mean, Grandfather?" Amy glanced down sharply at the girl. Grandfather?
"Not now, Susan. We have to get back to the TARDIS. Where is it?"
"Just back there." Sam pointed, struggling to keep up with everything they were talking about.
"You, girl, listen. There are times when a Time Lord's consciousness breaks into the parts of his regenerations. You have to put them back together to wake us up. If I'm still as smart as I am now, then all of the regenerations should go back to the console room of the TARDIS. That's the smartest place for all of us to meet up. I assume the rest of me will be there. Inform anyone you find. Once you have found all eleven, we should all wake up."
"Sure, yeah." Amy agreed.
"Come along, Susan." The Doctor marched away with a curious granddaughter in tow. Amy blinked after them, unable to take her eyes off of the small girl.
"Didn't know the Doc was the type for kids." Dean observed.
"I never met them." Amy said quietly, lost in thought.
"Well, at least we know a little bit about what's going on." Sam tried to be cheerful. "I mean this crap about regeneration doesn't make much sense but at least we're getting somewhere."
Amy said nothing for a short time, her mind racing. Then she swung around to face the brothers, a mischievous grin on her face. "Alright boys. Let's go on a Time Lord hunt."