AN: Over 160 reads! This is the most of anything I have ever received! Thank you all for reading! Anyway… On to the story!

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A message floats over the screens. Someone must have been messing around as fireworks light up around the console, spelling congratulations. I will find out who it was later. Meanwhile, I focus my attention to the 12 screens. It seems they are just about to wake up. Wake up to what, they will soon see….

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The Tenth Doctor wakes up shortly after to the view of padded walls. Where was he? He rummages around his long coat for his sonic screwdriver which he shortly discovers to be missing. This was bad. This was VERY bad. Luckily he had no companions to worry about. They would probably be calling for his help about now.
"Doctor!" a familiar voice cries out. The Doctor jolts up. Was that…? -"Doctor you better repay me for this! Can't I just have one vacation without something happening! I was perfectly fine sunbathing!"
"Donna?" He called out, hoping he was hearing right, "Donna is that you?"
"Bleeding right it is!" Donna replied, "Who else would it be spaceman?"
"Donna?" Another voice called out, "Long time no see!"
"Martha?" The Doctor called out, "What in Rassilion's name are you doing here?"
Before she can answer there was a loud swooshing sound and the floor opens up from under him, dropping him into…his console room?!

At about the same time Rose was facing a similar situation. She knew it was pointless to call out and was busy searching round for some way of escape. She pushes down on a bit of the padded wall which seems to click into place. At first she thinks it's nothing, until she hears a rumbling noise and the floor opens up from under her. She somehow safely lands, only to see what looked like the TARDIS. Except it wasn't. And instead of HER Doctor standing around and messing with the controls, there was a scruffy haired guy in a long coat who looked like he saw a ghost and two girls beside him, staring at her.
"Is that... her?" The redhead asked.
"Yeah, that's her." The dark-skinned one replied. The both smile at each other while the guy who was staring at her runs up towards her and grabs her around the waist. Rose quickly reacts and slaps him before he tried to harm her. He pulls away from her, a horrified look on his face.
"That was a Jackie slap mister! Let's hope you won't need one again!" She turns and walks away from him. "Now let's see... why am I here? Because when the Doctor finds out I'm gone, he will be here any second and let me just say, he isn't called the Oncoming Storm for nothing you know." A pop comes from behind her and she turns around to see her Doctor standing behind her.
"Doctor!" She runs up to him and pulls him into a hug, while the fluffy hair guy sulks back, rubbing his cheek from where she slapped him before. Another pop goes off, then another, and then another. Now there are 12 of them, standing around looking as confused as she was, including... Mickey and Jack?
"Rose!" Jack calls out and grabs her from behind, "Long time no see!"
"What are you talking about?" Rose asked, "I saw you a day ago. You left to mingle with some natives on this weird planet while the Doctor was shopping for TARDIS parts."
Jack gave her a blank look before grinning, "Oh, that makes sense. I am from a bit further ahead then you are. Sorry for the confusion."
Before Rose can respond, she notices Mickey walk up to the dark-skinned girl and kiss her. When did that happen?

The Eleventh Doctor was trying not to cry. Standing in front of him were Amy and Rory. He quickly pulls them into a hug, not caring that they shouldn't be here. He takes a look around after they finally pull out of his grasp. The room they were in was like a weird mash-up of the three latest desktop backgrounds he has had. There were glass and grated floors surrounding a console with bits and pieces of different TARDISs, there were coral struts surrounding the console, which at the top had the spinning galifreyan circles. There were his familiar staircase from when he was with Amy, and there was the second console parts from his TARDIS now. He looked around in awe, whoever had done this had done a good job. Returning back to what Amy was saying, he just caught the end of her sentence; "- he isn't even listening to us now, isn't that just spectacular."
"Oi!" The Doctor retorted, "I am so listening. In fact, over 23% of me was paying absolute attention!"
"Well then," Amy responded, "who are those people? Do you know them?"
He looked over to the other side of the room to see himself and... himself. Shoot. He thought he imagined that.
"Hellooooo Doctors!" He called out to them. "Looks like we're all here!"
The Ninth Doctor looked at him with slanted eyes, "Great. We ARE all here. What do you want?"
"Spaceman!" Donna called out to the Tenth Doctor who was still sulking in a corner, "Stop rubbing your cheek with those pitiful eyes and sort this out!"
The Tenth Doctor walked over to the Eleventh Doctor. "Okay. We are paying attention. What in the universe do you want?"
"This isn't my fault." Replied the Eleventh, "Why would it be?"
Suddenly a voice booms from overhead, "Welcome to the ultimate prison! You will find everything that you need in here, rooms, food, comfort. But the thing is, you're not escaping. Don't even think about it. We are sending a messenger to explain more."
A buzz sounds and a alien that looks almost like a teenage girl appears in front of them. He couldn't quite pinpoint what was wrong but something screamed alien. She unrolls a digital scroll that was in her hands and starts reading out.
"Welcome to The Clock of Travellers! This is a game show where we pick 12 people that all have SOMETHING in common and put them in a place that they would recognise. You will stay here until our clock runs a full day, which will happen when people's enjoyment of you runs out and they vote to Strike Twelve!, where you return to your everyday lives with no idea what happened to you. At the end of everyday the time will be announced. If you last the longest something good will randomly be added into your life. ou do not age at all in the show. The rules are as follows;
1. No foul language, of any language - I'm referring to you Doctors.
2. No killing
3. No attempts of escaping.
4. No extreme relationships
5. Be interesting!
That's all for now, we are dropping off a list of ideas to have fun with. Enjoy!" And with that the girl disappeared. All of them turn to look at each other slowly, finally connecting the dots. They were stuck here, and they could be stuck here forever.

Amy is the first one to break the ice, "Soooo... My name is Amy Pond, and this is my husband; Rory, and we are companions of the Doctor in his bow-tie phase."
Donna catches on to what she is doing, "My name is Donna Noble and I travel with the Doctor with the trench-coat."
The all go round, "Hi my name is Martha Jones, and I work in UNIT, but I previously travelled with the Doctor in the trench-coat." "Hi my name is Clara Oswald, and I travel with the bow-tie Doctor on Wednesdays." "Hi my name is Mickey Smith and I used to travel with the trench-coat Doctor." "Hi my name is Captain Jack Harkness and I last met the Doctor with the trench-coat." "Hi my name is River Song and I last met the Doctor at the Pandorica." "Hi my name is Rose Tyler, and umm... I travel with the Doctor with the leather jacket. And I THOUGHT so did Jack and sort-of Mickey. Also I think I might have slapped one of the Doctors... sorry about that." "Hi I am the Tenth Doctor, I last travelled with Donna." "Hi, I'm the Eleventh Doctor and I still travel with Clara." "Hi I'm the Ninth Doctor, and I am currently travelling with Rose and... Jack." Once introductions were out of the way, a long scroll appears on the ground. There is a scramble to get it, with Jack emerging victorious. He picks up the scroll and dramatically clears his throat before picking a item on the list and reading it out loud, "Number 47: The Earthen game of Charades. Looks like that's what the scroll decided." Suddenly another piece of paper spawns on the ground. Rory is the one to pick it up this time, "Press the big red button on the console and specify what thing you want to do. Things will be provided accordantly." The Eleventh Doctor starts scanning the console for the big red button before noticing it beside the blue stabilisers. He presses it and calls out: "Charades." Nothing happens.
"Let me try." Responded the Tenth Doctor, "Number 47."
A deck of cards and what looks like the rules appear on the floor. They spend a bit of time collecting chairs from the "Grand Room of Chairs", which is beside the No-Gravity Room, and set up chairs in a semi circle.
"Let the games... begin!" Clara yelled, and picks out a card from the deck. She smiles before dropping to the floor and rolling about. The rest of them stare in confusion, before frantically guessing what it is.
"Is it.. a burrito!" Yells Mickey.
"Don't be stupid Rickey." The Ninth Doctor retorts, "Clearly it's a boulder."
"No.. it's a log."
"It's someone with food poisoning!"
"A pig in mud!"
She begins stretching.
"Umm... a... gymnast!" Rory calls out.
"Yay! You got it right!" Clara replied, "Your turn."
They keep playing Charades before suddenly the TARDIS got dark. A hologram appears to the side and they gather around it to see what it is, completely forgetting about charades. A clock appears and it starts playing a very annoying tune. Suddenly, the girl from before appears on screen. "This ends the first day of The Clock of Travellers! Let's see how our "guests" did" She says to the audience. The clock from before appears and the hands of the clock starts turning before landing on 6:30 AM. "An amazing score! Looks like these guys are keepers! Well that's all for today, the new day starts now!" The hologram shuts off and the lights get turned back on. They look at each other.
"Guess it's time to go to sleep." Rose commented, "Night Doctor...s."
"Night Rose." The Doctors automatically respond.
"Night the rest of you guys." She turns to the rest of the group.
They all say their goodnights before making their way to their rooms, which are exactly as they last saw them, except for Clara as she never stayed overnight, in which case she just had her room from her house placed into the TARDIS - minus the windows. Tomorrow was going to be a big day.

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AN: You might have recognised some of these ideas form another story called When Doctors Collide by Alliprince. It is similar in some ways but it will become quite different. Thank you for reading and I will "see" you again next time, which will be in the next 2 weeks. Don't rush me, I'm an artist!

Unfortunately I don't own any of the characters (except for the girl, whose name still remains a mystery) and I don't have a social life unless you count imaginary friends and tv characters. Can you be my friend? That would be nice. Also check out my forum, it's looking very blank. Oh look! I'm rambling. Woop-dee-do! Ok bye. No seriously, BYE. This is when you LEAVE. Comprehend?