A/N: At first I thought that this would be just one story, but then... then it began growing. By itself. There were things to be explained and to be told, and more. And, by the way, I'd like to thank The Wholocked Brony for support!

"Good grief", Dandy Turner muttered upon having seen three metal tubes - each twice as long as his height (and he wasn't a shorty), and what to say about their weight! - roll past him, crash into the fence and nearly press it to the ground. "What's that, I wonder? You cannot complete a simplest exercise, but in the breaks you make the ground shake!"

Derpy and Time Turner were sitting on the top of the empty rubbish bins, watching the youngest Turner, Quote, attempting to cope with his newly revealed magical abilities. The difficulty was that he didn't have a mage's bump, like Dandy (who practised magic much more often than any other mage member of the Turner family), so it required concentration, and how much of it can you find in a seven-year-old? And besides, cases like this - having powers of flying or magic without wings or mage's bump - were extremely rare, this is why they had to train Quote on a dump where no one would catch them. Dandy had created a locked and empty patch, and there were loads of materials to use like training simulators.

The main trouble was that Quote could create an earthquake, send the surroundings fly or fill the whole sky with fireworks, but he almost couldn't control such strong waves of energy escaping him - they entirely depended on his mood, like spontaneous reactions. Dandy's suggestion for the kid to use his hands as antennae for his magic hadn't worked.

"Are you sure that you don't carry magic as well as flight?" Derpy asked. Time shook his head:

"No. That's for sure..."

"And... when did you first find out that you could fly?"

"It wasn't me, that's the merit of the youngest Masters". Time weakly smiled. "A family almost just like ours, many kids and all boys except for one... There are eight Master siblings, and only the youngest is a girl. Red Master... and just before her were the twins. Saxobeat and Thunder. I used to study at the same class with them".

"Who were they? I mean... ordinary, or mages, or winged?"

"Saxobeat was an ordinary, and Thunder was a mage... It's not about their abilities, it's about their character. Once, when our class was at seashore, we played Truth or Dare, and Saxobeat dared me to jump into the sea off a cliff. Everybody did, so... And I was seven then, you understand what that age is like... So, I jumped. And could have drowned, but I found myself hanging in the air just over the water surface. Luckily no one saw me".

"And what then?"

"I splashed into the water and, only after having swallowed enough to become salted from all sides, got out. Saxoboom almost died laughing".

"Saxoboom?"

"We called the twins this way", Time explained. "Saxobeat and Thunder... Sax and Boom!"

"Saxobeat Master and Thunder Master..." Derpy mused. "So very posh".

"That's their family feature for generations, I think. History told me something, but I wasn't listening much... Wanna know their names?"

Derpy nodded - she really got interested. Actually hardly anyone had told her about his or her memories, because the curse of crossed eyes worked in all directions.

"At first there was Fencer Master, a mage. For all the clocks' hands in the world, he and Dandy ALWAYS fought when being brought together! Though at first they wanted to use their common knowledge about anything, but then they had different opinion and..." Derpy had already made sure that Dandy could easily defeat anyone at hand fighting, no words about magic duels, and she could only imagine what could happen if he was given a weapon. The Turners - all the Turners - preferred to solve problems without any weapons, so that was a clearly theoretical situation. "Then there was Blackface Master, an ordinary one. He had some kind of a disease, so his skin was all greenish black, and I've seen him only once... The third was Mask Master, a winged one. My my, he enjoyed mocking our Tenderheart!"

"Why?!" Derpy exclaimed. Tenderheart Turner, the fifth brother, was all that his name suggested, and even more. He was the most... humane of all twelve, and he always helped when he was asked to. Even when it was about strangers.

"Just for fun. Tenderheart never complained, but it was obvious... Victorian and Racer, the fourth Master brother, had the same relationship. Total opposites, and in their case there was also magic from both sides".

"A family of villains, those Masters are", Derpy managed to press out.

"Not all of them. I didn't say about the fifth Master brother, Sparkler. He was a nice guy. A bit of madness sometimes, but in all he was a good guy, and a smart one as well".

"And that... Red?"

"A sweet girl. But not too talkative. No wonder... AAAHHH!"

The final yelp was caused by the pile of bins under them shaking and falling apart - both managed to fly up just in time not to collapse onto the ground and be possibly buried under them. During the talk they completely forgot about being not alone.

"It's useless, Dandy!" Quote's voice screamed as a conclusion to the bins smashing against the ground. "I can't!"

Derpy glanced down and gasped: she had never reached such height - the level of about third floor - while using her wings. She still wasn't a very skilled flyer... and she had never done it with someone else.

"Sorry", she murmured, blushing and nervously drawing her hand back from Time's.

"It's okay. Easy now, Derpy. Use your wings like a parachute. Don't make them tense... Yes, that's right".

After a few moments and three nervous half-falls Derpy's and Time's feet touched the ground again. Quote had already calmed down, but now it was about Dandy - he was observing something in a pile of metal shreds, something that was emitting pale golden light. And, judging by the expression of his dark blue eyes (surprisingly, almost all Turners had eyes of different shades of blue, except for History, who had dark brown, and Glimmer, who had forest green... and Time's eyes changed color to "dark chocolate" when the lighting wasn't enough to reveal their true shade), this wasn't any trifle.

"Run!" Dandy exclaimed, but the golden light was faster than them.

Derpy's feet hit the ground. Again. As well as Time's, Dandy's and Quote's. This time the sudden "transportation" was much quicker and at least without any crash-landing, like in that case with the potion.

She turned around to see where she was. This place must have been an abandoned shed, but now its walls were hidden behind rows and rows of weird devices, even the windows and doors were nowhere to be seen. The lighting here was of dark orange color (the first association was that this place could be inside of a volcano after explosion), and half-smoke, half-mist was covering the floor. And the air was dry here - the feeling of thirst and "throat ripping" was quick to appear.

In the farther end of the room there was a table with a kind of lamp onto them, and right next to it a large glass cylinder was settled - Dandy, the tallest of them, could have easily fitted into it, and there would be some place for skinny Time in addition.

"What is it?" Quote was too short to see what was shining on the table, so Dandy crouched, and the boy climbed onto his back, holding with both arms and legs. All the "newcomers" leaned over to have a look at that - in the middle of a small glass sphere there was a tiny soaring ball shimmering with palest silvery light and surrounded with the sparkling fog of the same color.

Dandy frowned.

"You really want to know, you lot?" When all the rest nodded, he sighed and went on reluctantly: "It's the magical core".

"The magical core?" Derpy parroted.

"Yes. The magical core which is hidden under the cover of flesh and bone". Dandy pointed at the mage's bump in the middle of his forehead. "It acts like an antenna to direct the magic to the right way. Without it, managing with energy is much more complicated, because... it's like trying to catch a correct signal with a broken device. What do you think this mist around it is? The magical aura".

"Dandy", Time called, pointing at the same glass container nearby. Inside it brownish grey feathers were flying around, kicked by endless wind... Wind? Inside a locked space? Derpy could even hear its whistling and howling, like a mini tornado.

"Do you want to know the truth?"

Derpy actually bounced up with alert (luckily she didn't break anything, and it was so easy to do it with her clumsiness and the amount of things here!) upon this voice. No one, even Dandy, hadn't noticed that there was a man in this room. A man in well-worn clothes, burnt and torn there and here, with an almost empty ammunition belt over his shoulders (one of its sections was occupied by a strange pen-size wand with a red light on the top), and, despite his obvious young age, already silver-haired. Like Dandy. But in Dandy's case it fitted him, and this one also had uneven bristle, as well as shades around his sunken bluish grey eyes and a lock of hair hanging over his forehead. No wonder - on such background he had been almost invisible. Or unnoticeable.

"Care to explain?" Dandy murmured - Derpy hadn't even heard anyone's voice sounding so... broken.

"I will. Remember who I was, Dandy?" The stranger moved his hand (covered in scratches and burns) over his hair, opening his forehead - right over the bridge of hid nose there was a small tattoo: two crossed 8-like shapes, one made of two spirals, the other of two Yin-Yang-like signs (the whole figure had similarity to a four-leaf clover) in a circle. "That's where my mage's bump used to be", he admitted in an almost casual tone. "And if you take a look at my back, you'll find two gashes over the shoulder-blades".

"Why?.." Dandy whispered. Quote clang to him, his watery blue eyes wide.

"I don't want to harm anyone", the stranger said. "Remember my name? I don't want to fail".

"Defender... you're over-estimating", Dandy pressed out.

"Really?"

Defender Turner... Yes. Yes and yes. Hobo Turner had mentioned him. The one between Victorian and Shade, the eighth and the ninth (officially) Turners. Mage's bump? Gashes on the back?.. Derpy had heard about the cases of "miracle babies", as they were called - it happened very very very very rarely, but there had been times when babies with both wings and mage's bumps had been born. But soon they had been considered dangerous, because those kids' power had been so tremendous that they hardly could control it, therefore each and every one of them had been turned into a mage or a winged. No matter how. And this Defender... No wonder. The Turners would give anything to protect each other, and...

"Do you understand what could have taken place if anyone found out that I was not only a mage?" Defender gave a bitter smile.

"I get your point, Defender, but tell me one thing: what is this place? We've been searching for you, but you were nowhere to be found".

"No wonder, big brother. I created this area with a special kind of lock, which can be opened after uniting three kinds of power of all three races". Defender squinted at Quote. "No wings, no mage's bump... I know about Time, but what about you, child?.. Ah! Magic locked in the body of an ordinary one! This is it! Your ordinary brothers used their hidden abilities and got you here!"

"But I still don't get one thing", Dandy admitted. And I don't get more than one, Derpy added in her thoughts. "You can cope with your abilities, so... why did you?.."

"Yes, I can. I still can. Magic and flying are still part of me, but in smaller doses... And it's not about me, it's about him".

Defender gestured to the glass cylinder next to the table, and a white cloud soared from out of it. Shortly after it began gaining lines and features, as well as colors, but so pale that they were hardly recognizable. Derpy gasped, as well as Quote - this figure was a perfect copy of Time Turner, even the clothes matched, but its feet weren't touching the floor, it was translucent and... cold. Cold and sad, so the girl felt a lump in her throat.

"Space!" Time gasped. The phantom nodded, the corners of his mouth twinging, as if he wanted to smile, but couldn't.

Defender nodded.

"Yes. Your twin bro, Time. I'm trying to bring him back to life, and I don't want to harm him. See that box down there?" And really, there was a box under the table, quite close to the cylinder - a tastefully carved box with a large red diamond-shaped light on the top. "It's his physical container. I've managed to restore half of his cells, but the rest appeared to be much harder".

"Wh... what happened to him?" Derpy whispered, feeling tears beginning to sting her eyes. No, no, no, don't weep, you'll spoil everything...

"Let's put it this way: only a hand was left of him", Defender replied. "Show her". Space raised his right hand - and, yes, it was made of flesh and blood, but the rest of his body wasn't so lucky. "I swore that I'll return him to life".

"Had you told us everything, we would have helped you", Dandy said reproachfully.

"No, you wouldn't. Space cannot exist outside of here, and you can't be present here for a long time. Soon you will be transported to your world, and I cannot do anything about it".

"Still we'll find a way", Dandy promised. "And say no more. We are family, and family always sticks together".

Time was less talkative - he just went forward and squeezed Space's alive hand in his own, as if trying to reassure him.

A/N: If it's about the Doctors, what would it be without at least mentioning the Masters? Here are the definitions:

First - Fencer Master, mage (remember his sword-fighting with Three?)

Second - Blackface Master, ordinary (no comments)

Third - Mask Master, winged (his love for pretending to be someone else)

Fourth - Racer Master, mage (that racing on a bike and ambulance car...)

YANA - Sparkler Master, ordinary (a genius is like a sparkle among others)

Mr. Saxon - Saxobeat Master, ordinary ("Saxon" and four beats)

Sixth - Thunder Master, mage (he's able to create lightnings)

Lucy Saxon - Red Master, ordinary (a girl in red dress...)

Defender Turner is the counterpart of the War Doctor (he was already mentioned before, so...), while Space Turner's prototype is Metacrisis Doctor (Time and Space - an eternal couple).