The Doctor flew into action, bounding off his landing and down onto the platform where the other two men continued their scrabble, the heels of their shoes – both worn and dirtied from desperate use – scuffing along the metal grille. The Doctor moved in flurried motions, flitting between the two men who jerked and tumbled and crashed against the floor of the console room. He shouted nonsense words that Amy knew for a fact he made up along the way. Like it mattered, these people wouldn't even understand him even if he was speaking with proper words. So Amy just stood there, shaking her head with the barest of movements, as he prattled on, crossing her arms and simply watching the sight before her.

"NO, NO, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND," he shouted as he jumped from one side to the other, the sounds of flesh beating into flesh breaking into metal vying for dominance over the grunts and low cadance of the cloister bell. "YOU CAN'T BE TOUCHING EACH OTHER, YOU'LL BLOW A HOLE IN THE ROTORS, THE CENTRAL COLUMN WILL COMBUST, AND WE'LL ALL BE BLASTED INTO THE NEAREST OBLIVION, NAMELY, THE TARDIS' ERUPTION!"

Amy's lips puckered in on themselves as she studied the men. The one in the leather straddled Trench at the hips, his fingers like talons, mottled around the slender neck of the man he sat upon. He pummeled the back of Sideburn's' head into the alien steel of the spaceship, his face a grotesque picture of rage. The look was horrible and rent the man in its inexplicable nature, his fury exacted upon Trench.

Amy pitied the man, looked upon the two fighters as she did her Doctor. All three bore a certain sadness in their eyes, a shared depiction of pain far older than they appeared but it was the beaten man that caught her pity hardest.

He thrashed against the ground, his back arching and smacking right back down on the hard flooring sharply, his face the picture of agony. But it wasn't agony for the wounds so readily supplied. It was an unfathomable pain that dwelled within him. There was an incomprehensible sadness and self-loathing that screwed his eyes shut.

Time froze for Amy, slowed until the scene was moving through a film of water, its depth unimaginable and its strength crushing, thick and submersible. The Doctor leapt in mid-air around the two, continuing his useless babble with a jaw that worked at half the pace. Leather worked Trench until his scowl looked a permanent fixture on his face, a dark contenance that shadowed in the lines of his frowning brow. Sideburns moved slow enough in this frozen elapse of time that Amy could see through to his character. She felt like she knew the man that fought with all his might yet had the face of a man who had given up everything.

She felt like she knew him because Amy had seen this face before. Her eyes captured the Doctor just as time sped back up. The speed sent Amy reeling, her eyes fluttering in her head, but to the three who scrambled on the floor, time seemed to have made no change at all. She swallowed hard and cleared her head, her temple throbbing and her throat dry.

Trench had finally begun holding his own, reeling his arm back at the elbow – as far as the ground let him bend – and pummeling his hands into the leathery hide of the older man. The other half of his body flopped uselessly. On the one hand he fought, yet on the other Amy could still see hints of what he truly wanted.

He wanted this beating, he wanted to be beaten and put down, to be hit on the account of whatever it was he had lost, and Amy already knew what that loss was. Already knew because she had lost it countless times before, had bear witness to such a loss over and over, and each time forgotten. Forgotten but never lost. That was something she would never lose.

The mentioned Rose was to this man – these men, it would seem – as Rory was to her.

Her heart broke and the pieces went out to the man who seemed to welcome death, even if his fists accompanied him.

The Doctor continued his unhelpful trilling ("GET – OFF – HIM – NOW! I can't believe I was this bad of a listen – WHAT PART OF TEMPORAL WAVE ERUPTION ARE YOU LOT NOT UNDERSTANDING? Is my face really just this ignorabl-!") until finally he hopped around too quickly and caught an elbow to the nose.

Leather clad arm met soft, pliable cartilage and the Doctor fell limp to the ground, a single trail of blood oozing from his nostril. Amy's eyes widened but the movement of the two men caught her eye again.

Utilizing Leather's distraction, Trench flipped them around and took matters into his own hands. Leathery man's face registered shock but he stilled for a moment, looking stunned, but not from impact or the change in the pace of the fighting. He looked into the eyes of the other man and saw the pain and hurt. Little did Amy realize just how impacting that was to him.

It didn't seem to matter much, though. Growling, he swatted Sideburn's' hands away from their reach around his neck, and began vying for proper positioning again. It was no use. Trench had seemed to regain his fighting spirit and threw his own fair share of punches, breaking the skin of his knuckles across Leather's cheekbone. Trench tched under his breath and Leather snarled viciously like a mad dog. The two panted heavily, heavily enough to steam before their faces. Amy was so engrossed, she jumped the moment a new voice joined the mix.

Much more subdued, Rory padded into the room, calling out happily, "Amy, we just –" his voice dropped as he came to a staggering halt. "Or, it could wait," his eyes narrowed as he looked upon the scene in confusion. "Um-?"

Amy pressed her lips together and shrugged, not sparing a glance in her husband's direction, she favored keeping her eyes trained to the incredulous sight before her as he did.

He lifted a finger then let it fall loosely. "Um, what?"

Amy lifted an arm from its nestle in the crook of her other in response. She really didn't know what to tell him anyway.

High heels clopped down the corridor followed by a sharp gasp. Amy didn't have to turn to know who it was. There had been only one other person left on the TARDIS unaccounted for, so it had to be her. Though granted, more people seemed to be cropping up at odds and ends. Next thing an elephant – larger than the two brambling ones in the center – would meander in and complete this odd day.

"My, my," River trilled, the corners of her mouth curling and a spark glinting in her eyes. "Three Doctors today? I didn't know it was my birthday!"

Rory's face fell to the throes of confusion as Amy blinked. She jerkily wheeled around to face her grown daughter, eyes narrowed and lips a line as she tried to guess at what she was saying.

"What?"

Realization dawned on her husband's face in a slow spread, as if the knowledge he attained were the butter to his toast but before Amy could question what he had gleaned from this, a slow-starting yell roused their attentions towards the limp Time Lord on the ground.

"AaaaaAAARGH!" the Doctor snapped to his feet like a board, eyes jiggling in their sockets slightly as he rammed into focus. He spun this way and that, his hair flying and slapping himself as he whipped around too quickly for it to catch up. He shook his head out and clapped his hands together, his lips making the same sounds as a motorboat. He grunted a few times and clapped again, orienting himself finally. "Ah, Amy, Rory!" he turned to the two with a great grin. He nodded towards their daughter. "River. Meet me," the Doctor smiled with a point to the man in the trench coat who grabbed at the lapels of the man in leather, jerking him this way and that. "And…" he hesitated, "me."

Amy tried wrapping her mind around the idea, around what he was saying. Rory stood blankly and River tried, vainly, to hide her growing smirk at where her mind was headed.

"And me," the Doctor finished lastly, no need of gesturing to himself. His cool smile dipped as his brow creased in deep v's. He roared, "AND WE ARE ALL MINUTES AWAY FROM A CATASTROPHIC –"

Leather landed a blow just as Trench broke contact with the older man's cheek.

"-CATASTROPHE!" the Doctor whirled on the both of them, his anger a palpable, thick storm around him.

Both men blew apart, the force of their blows sending them carting off away in opposite directions. Panting, the men straightened, though Leather cupped his palms around his knees and Trench winced after every breath, tottering on the balls of his ill-tractioned feet. Amy looked upon the leather-clad man and saw his features distorted with his labored wrath; he looked positively gruesome with his dark countenance and blood running along his mouth in a trickling line from lip to chin where Trench's fist bruised and punctured the thin skin. Trench bent over in sudden pain, his fingers scrambling around his lung as his breathing raked out his throat. He spluttered and straightened, his face the mask of tempered pain, eye creased against the agony each inhale caused. Everyone stood so solemnly, so Amy took it upon herself to ask the biggest question here.

"Doctor, who are these men?"

"I told you," he said. "me, me, and me-me. We're all me."

"No, I've met other," she gestured to his figure wildly. "You's before. I've met your ganger and not-ganger and I've met future you and dream you's. I've met you in every way I could, Doctor."

"Not every way," but it wasn't the Doctor who spoke.

River walked forward and down the steps. She walked past Rory who brooded in his silence as the gears in his mind whirred, past Amy who still refused to grasp what was happening, and stepped around the Doctor who let her past.

"You are so young," River stated emphatically, studying and mapping the brown eyes that were unlike any she had seen, yet so like the ones she had stared into as often as she could. "Aren't you?"

"He's the Doctor?" Amy's eyes widened as she watched River trace out the lines of the Trench coat. She turned to her Doctor, the only. "Tha's you, Doctor?"

He didn't meet her eyes but his turned smile was directed at her. "A past me, yes. Who you see before you is who I was before I regenerated." He nodded to his slender counter-part. "I know that look, do be careful of knocks – frightful things, Doctor, not ones you'd even think too."

The Doctor smirked with all the self-loathing and humility one could muster. This warning was more of an act of inner depreciation than of actual even transferring. What he said here, wouldn't help him when the time came.

The other Doctor grimaced and glared at his future self, those words having followed him from the Ood to ESP-inclined old ladies in London. Even Mars hadn't been without those words.

"Well I must say it is good to finally meet you," River raised her hand, eyeing the younger Doctor lustily. There was a gleam in her eye that caused her Doctor to warn her on easing up. It only took her name and a sigh of compliance.

The other Doctor stared at the proffered hand as if it were dangerous. As if the hand would scald him. The Doctor realized, his eyes widening fractionally, that this would have been the second time seeing this woman – so soon after having just witnessed her death. It wasn't that long ago from his perspective that this woman had sacrificed herself for a man she would come to love but who hadn't yet.

"Uh, maybe another time, River –"

But their Doctor was cut short as the younger model gripped her hand tightly. River smiled and bounced over to the other, her wild curls fanning out behind her. Trench wrung his hand in the palm of the other, staring down at the appendage darkly.

"And you as well. My, but aren't you even younger!" she trilled, studying the Doctor even longer past as if he were a wild specimen she had found in the jungles.

The gruffer of the three glared down at her, nursing his jaw and wiping the blood off his lip with a vicious swipe of his thumb. Ignoring her hand, he called out to the others. "An' who are you lot, then?"

The Doctor twirled and pointed to Rory as he said, "Amy," and Amy as he said, "Rory."

"They're the Ponds-!" Rory heatedly whispered the correct name but went unregarded as usual.

Stepping forward though, Rory placed an arm around his Amy's shoulders and spoke up, exasperated, "I'm Rory and this is my lovely wife," his dry tone got him a light elbow to the rib. "Amy."

The Doctor nodded. "And this is River, my—" his lips froze as he quickly transitioned to, "their daughter."

His past self with the clearest blue eyes scoffed. "Oh you've gotta be joking me, seriously? Have I gone that daft down the line? I told everyone on board, I don't do families! No families – that was the rule, wasn't it? No families! An' what do I 'ave 'ere – a family!" He snorted once more and crossed his arms across his chest haughtily. "Domestics."

Amy rolled her eyes. "Cheery one, weren't you, Doctor?"

He made some non-committal sounds but could argue and defend himself no more than that, his face screwed up as he mocked her words.

"Anyway, Doctor," Rory turned his focus on the childish man, though acutely aware of the three heads that snapped up at him by the name. "You were saying something about 'catastrophic catastrophes'?"

He nodded. "Yes, yes, right too – alright you lot, here's the thing. It should be physically impossible for all three of us to be in one TARDIS because that would mean three time continuums roiling in one heart of one TARDIS all three of which are vying for dominance and waging an outright war on themselves," Much like ourselves, he mentally added. "Now the desktop theme looks as if it's my TARDIS, but it very well could be yours or yours. Now our first question should be –"

"Why?" Rory piped in quickly.

"Good, but no, that isn't it," the Doctor admonished as he feverishly paced around the grid.

"It's what," the Leather Doctor said calmly. "What is the cause of us not blowin' sky high right now when it should 'ave 'appened ages ago. What would have a power source high enough to stunt three warring TARDISes?"

"OH!" the sound tore from Trench's lips as his eyes bugged. The side of one hand connected with the flat of the other as an epiphany took him strongly. "It's not what – it is why!"

Rory looked towards his Doctor triumphantly.

"But it's not just that, oh no, no, no! No! It's how! How, when, what, and why! Don't you see? Why, of course, is a great question because why would they need us, three Doctors. Obviously this is a large problem if it's going to take all three – though mind, if we're going to keep fighting we may as well bring in more of us or we'll be sure to cause a total time relapse by killin' each other off before it's time. But to the what, that's unclear, but this what has gotta be ve-he-he-ery powerful. How goes with what which leads us straight to when. This is the sort of power that would take billions – trillions! – of years to create so this must be from sometime in the future."

"So—"

"Oh, but don't you see! It's not from the future and it's not from the past, either. It's not just a simple time – it's all of time! All of time is calling out to us and what better place to get all of time than a TARDIS erupting to the second power of all things that ever was and ever were. Oh, this is brilliant! Absolutely brilliant! Something is calling to all of time, something is in need of all-of-time an' we've just given it what it wants. Oh, this is a clever thing. This," Trench's head bobbed appreciatively at the plot he surmised in his head as if it were fine work from a carpenter. "This is clever."

"Wha's clever?" Amy and the Doctor in leather said in unison. He glared at her and she returned the favor.

"Oh, it's –"

The TARDIS screeched like steel grating steel and leather, tweed, cotton, and flannel went flying in all directions. She jerked her passengers around, spinning in gravity defying spins and flips, their stomachs matching the rotation of the décor. Amy and Rory's screams built in their throats as the rest tumbled with grunts and groans. At one point, the Doctor collided with Amy, sending her butting into Rory who knocked his head against Trench's shoulder who spun out and face-planted into River's breasts, peeling himself away quickly enough to hit Amy in the hip as a foot connected with Leather's thigh, grunting as it came painfully close to areas he'd rather leave untouched. The Doctor, unfortunately, was not saved from this as someone's foot thudded solidly against him. He yelped and was thrown into the rotors, an injury to his insult.

They tumbled like laundry in the machine, though the three Doctors were thankfully spared having collided with each other. One paradox was enough – no need to add more to it to that.

The sickening lurches and jerks, being tossed around like potatoes, only stopped when their faces pressed firmly into cool grass and thick leaves. A bamboo-esque stalk ripped Trench's pantleg and marred Rory's cheek. Jostling their heads, the crew picked themselves up on unsteady, shaking feet; the whole world tipping.

The TARDIS had spilled them out in an unknown realm of vines and trees with purple leaves the size of wardrobes. The air was musky with humidity and the scent of wet fur and rain. Their clothes already felt too hot for their climate and blood oozed from various wounds thick like molasses or Venutrusian honey. Rory mopped off his cheek with the sleeve of his shirt as Trench assessed the slash in his suit pants woefully.

"I loved these pants," he muttered piteously.

"Come off it," Leather groaned as he stood slowly, his joints creaking. That woman might have said he appeared young, but he certainly didn't feel it in the moment. "Jus' fix 'em up with the sonic an' you'll be fine, you big baby."

"I don't think we're in London anymore," Rory glanced around at the towering trees, too high for him to see past the searing-bright sun that scalded his eyes just to look.

"Oh," Leather began, sarcasm dripping like venom from fangs as it hung off each word. He patted the dust, dirt, and debris off himself as he smirked. "You don't say, Toto."

Amy moaned as she grabbed her head. "Oooooh…"

"Amy, Amy!" Rory ran and dropped to his knees in front of her. "Amy, Amy, how many fingers – Amy, Amy!"

"What?" she snaped, slapping his hand away from her face as it shook needlessly. "Three fingers, you dolt, now stop your fuss, geez – I'm fine."

Amy saw his cheek, scratch raw and pink around the serrated edge. Frowning, she gently applied pressure to the wound with her rolled down sleeve. Rory leant into the touch as she rolled it around his forehead to the wet line at his brow, already beginning to sweat from the heat.

"Wake up, my love, wake up – now is not the time to be napping," River chanted, smacking the Doctor on his cheek repeatedly. He had hit his head one too many times in the crash, but nothing River feared. She'd given him worse far more often times.

His eyes popped open as his breath inhaled with a snap. He sprung to his feet and charged for his TARDIS, his hearts leaping into his throat. He jimmied the door but to no avail. As a protocol, it had locked itself so no one within could be harmed, ejecting the passengers, it had full reign of itself.

The Doctor's hearts sank. They hit his stomach and fell lower still until his toes felt the dead weight of his emotions, too choking to even spit out. He wanted to retch.

"No no no no no, you can't do this – you can't do this to me," he whispered in anguish, slamming his palm against the wood peeling design. "NO YOU CAN'T DO THIS!" he screamed. "NO! I've only just got you back, you can't leave! I don't want you to go!"

Flashes of a biting woman with mad hair and a tattered dress assaulted him with every close of his eyes. The TARDIS is resolute in her silence and that is enough to heat the simmering flame within him. It stokes the burning, strokes the anger like a fond pet. This was the last straw.

Turning, his fury sends them all flinching as it spits and crackles behind him. Perhaps it was the TARDIS that did the crackling, but it was most definitely the Doctor who spat.

"THAT IS IT!" he shouted. "YOU! YOU! ALL OF YOU! We are sorting this out – RIGHT –"

But before his words can escape, the air is taken from his lungs, screeches echo shrilly in the air, and darkness takes hold.

A/N: Sorry for the delay! I have no other reason besides faulty computers I'm sorry! I should hopefully post more regularly than I do.

The next chapter has the Doctors paired off with people they might not think to enjoy their time with. They journey through the jungle staving off their frustration, and any enemy on the prowl, to find the source of what has led them to this place.

Stay tuned! :)