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-Fang
"Doctor, Doctor!" The Doctor heard Savos yell. He ran over to the closet to see what the problem was. He saw Savos holding a knife to Rose's throat and his tail was pressed against her back. From the calm, sleep-like expression on her face, the Doctor deducted that Rose had been knocked unconscious.
Probably by Savos's poison. The Doctor mused.
"Doctor, you need to come with me. I have some friends who want to talk to you." Savos said, his eyes glinting sadly. "I'm sorry, friend. They took my family." The Master-of-Tongues' eyes glimmered as tears rolled down his grey cheeks. "I'm so sorry."
"Just lead me to them. I will save your family, I promise." The Doctor assured Savos. "Let's go."
Savos nodded slowly.
"Okay, let's-" He was cut of as the TARDIS shook and a bell started to ring. "What's that?" He yelled.
"The cloister bell. But why is it ringing?" The Doctor stood up and strolled out, Savos following close behind him.
"What?" The Doctor exclaimed, seeing two other men in the control room. One was medium height, wearing a bowtie and tweed, and with dark brown floppy hair. The other man was hearing a floppy brown hat over his dark brown curly hair. He had an amazingly long multi-colored scarf as well. The Doctor recognized the second man. He was one of his regenerations! The fourth, to be exact.
But who was the man in tweed?
"I'm sorry, but who are you?" The Fourth Doctor asked mildly, clearly his mind was somewhere else.
"Ohh! I missed being you two!" The man in tweed exclaimed, hugging the Fourth Doctor, who completely ignored him.
"Who are you?" The Doctor asked.
"I'm you. Well... another version of you, but you none-the-less." The man said excitedly.
The Doctor glanced at the Fourth Doctor, who seemed to be in a world of his own. "Which version?"
"Eleventh, and no, I won't tell you anything." The Eleventh Doctor told him.
"The TARDIS's must have been drawn together by an external source..." Both of the older Doctors turned to the Fourth Doctor. "Where are we?" He mused as he walked towards the TARDIS doors.
"Under no circumstances must we tell him about the time war, or anything of the like." The Eleventh Doctor reminded the Doctor.
The Doctor nodded slowly. "Under no circumstances." He agreed as they followed the younger version of the Doctor.
"Oh my. This planet is quite ugly." The Fourth Doctor muttered as he turned to the elder Doctor's. "So, Ten, why did you go here in the first place?"
"How did you know I was the one who all the TARDIS's were drawn to?" The Doctor asked, furrowing his brow in confusion.
"It was easy. I didn't notice the aura of the Vortex around you, so you obviously haven't traveled recently. He has the aura as well as me." The Fourth Doctor explained.
"Now then," The Eleventh Doctor began. "Seeing as I am the eldest Doctor here, I'll go by the name of Doctor. You can be Ten and you can be Four."
"But my TARDIS drew us here, so I deserve to be the Doctor. You can be Eleven." The Tenth Doctor exclaimed angrily.
"I am the eldest incarnation, so I'll be the Doctor!"
The Fourth Doctor sighed and walked off the do some investigating while the two Doctors argued.
In the midst of the Tenth and Eleventh Doctors' heated argument, a small dart pricked both of their necks at almost the exact same time.
"No..." The Tenth Doctor gasped shakily, seeing another grey man walk up by the weakening Doctors. It wasn't Savos.
"Hello friends! Time to pay you back for all you've done to me!" He said, smiling at them from the his scarred face.
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-Fang