Thank you for reading and reviewing so far folks, I really hope you enjoy this next action packed chapter! Ladies and gentlemen, I give you...the meeting of Ten and Eleven!

Chapter Four
The Man in the Mirror

"But…but…"

The Eleventh Doctor leaned back in his chair and allowed his Tenth counterpart to stutter his way into silence.

"I don't…er…how? I don't remember…where's…but the paradoxes…what on Earth is that around your neck?!" Ten finally came to a halt. Eleven grinned childishly.

"It's a bow tie. You wear bow ties now. Bow ties are cool. " Apparently automatically, he adjusted it and smiled wider, clasping his hands. "Now then. Any other completely irrelevant questions?"

Ten wrinkled his nose in disgust, before running one hand through his spiky hair. "So go on then. Which one are you?" he nodded at Eleven, still unable to take in their predicament. How on Earth did they end up in the trenches of the First World War? More importantly, why? "In fact, no." He stopped Eleven before he spoke, sense returning to his stress-addled mind.

"Prove it."

"I'm sorry?" Eleven inquired, smiling politely

"Prove that you're me. I've never had a fashion disaster quite like that -" Ten grinned for a moment, and Eleven did the same. "Except perhaps -"

"- the one with the big hair and the multicoloured dream-coat," Eleven finished for him. "Our sixth incarnation." Sitting up, he became serious. "Fine. You want me to prove it. Here it comes."

Eleven sighed, and Ten's hand instinctively reached for his sonic screwdriver, ready to fight back any threat this stranger might impose.

"Bad Wolf Bay. The words you should have said. To her."

The memory hit Ten like a steam train and he immediately took a step back, eyes fixed on Eleven's solemn features.

"Don't," he pleaded.

"The moment that she finally confessed what you'd always known but chose not to believe."

"I'm telling you, stop it."

"You should have said 'Rose Tyler, I l-'"

"Okay okay!" Ten placed his hands over his ears. "Don't play games. Which number are you then?"

"You'd be surprised at how quickly your fashion sense improves," Eleven smirked, rubbing his hands together gleefully and bouncing forward on his feet. Ten's face fell.

"Oh you are kidding," he slapped a palm to his own face and slid it downwards. "You're the one after me?

"Correct first time, sir, and may I say it is a pleasure to see you again!" Eleven laughed joyously and shook Ten's hand with both of his own. "Although I admit the whole paradox thing and the beast roaming the trenches, and especially the Sergeant claiming he'll kill me if I attempt to leave may dampen the proceedings somewhat…and the German soldiers across the field who will also kill me if I attempt to leave…hmm…I guess we're in it together now, eh?" Eleven slapped Ten's shoulder and laughed. "Allons-y! I used to love saying that! Do you still say it? In fact, where are you now? Cat nuns? Daleks on the empire state building? The Master? Ooh! The Ood! I bet you've done the Ood by now!"

Ten said nothing - in fact his jaw was just about ready to hit the floor, and he was finding it particularly difficult to speak. "Eh…" he said hoarsely. "Well…just…" his voice struggled to regain its strength. "Y'know. Mars and stuff."

Eleven's smile slid slowly.

"Oh."

"Yeah." Ten's head lowered in shame and he rubbed his eyes. "Sorry."

"No, no…quite alright, I shouldn't have pressed…" Their eyes failed to meet for a moment, and it was only the sound of footsteps behind them which broke the awkward silence.

"Follow my lead," mumbled Eleven through the corner of his lips. Ten looked at him in disbelief.

"I'm not taking orders from someone I barely know!"

"I'm you, if you really are as clever as we think you are then you'll do as I say!" Eleven hurriedly whispered. Ten opened his mouth to retort, but before he could argue his successor, soldiers entered the bunker with their guns pointed at both of The Doctors.

"Hands up. Don't try anything stupid." The Sergeant swiftly made his way through the line of troops and came face to face with Ten and Eleven, stopping suddenly as his eyes met Ten's.

"Who the bloody hell are you and how did you get here?" he asked. Once again, Ten's planned response was interrupted.
"Private Cook, search him."

"Yes, sir."

A soldier quickly and clumsily stepped forward, one hand holding his helmet on his head and the other placing his rifle on the table. "K-keep your arms up," he muttered to Ten.

Ten did as he was told, rolling his eyes as the soldier placed his hands in areas The Doctor would rather have kept untouched. He clocked Eleven half-laughing at him out of the corner of his eye and glared at him.

"Sir, I've found something!" Private Cook excitedly pulled Ten's sonic screwdriver from his coat pocket and presented it to The Sergeant. Ten attempted to grab it back but was hushed by several rifles taking aim at his body.

Eleven, on the other hand, was grinning gleefully. "Oh it's the blue one!" he exclaimed, staring at the screwdriver which was currently under examination from The Sergeant. "I loved that one, until I accidentally…er…blew it up…"

"You what?" Ten snapped, wheeling round to glare at Eleven. "You blew it up?" Eleven grinned at him apologetically.

"Well, it was…Y'know…first day out in this body, busy day…probably shouldn't give you any heads up. Probably told you too much already in fact…"

Ten rolled his eyes in a mixture of frustration and confusion. Turning back to converse with The Sergeant, he suddenly became nervous.

"May I have that back please?" he asked as politely as he could. The Sergeant ignored him, instead pressing the screwdriver's central button. The signature whirring noise issued from the device.

"This is most peculiar," he muttered to himself. "A tool for building…which emits noise?" Eleven became a little anxious now too, and glanced at Ten's fidgety demeanour.

"He really needs that back," he tried to plead with The Sergeant. "That sort of technology should not be in your hands, not yet." The Sergeant released the button, but did not hand the screwdriver back.

"Help us win the war and you shall reacquire your device," he said simply as if it was easier done than said. Ten stared blankly.

"Please," he said, lowering his arms slowly. The soldiers cocked their guns. "No, no no no! Please, I just…you don't understand what you're dealing with he -"

There was a stupendously loud crash, and the entrance to the bunker collapsed. Ten failed to keep his balance and fell backwards, landing with a thump on the hard soil. "Doctor!" he cried, noting how strange it was to be shouting his own name. "Doctor, where are you?" He could see no sign of the soldiers - the rubble was cutting them off, save for a few loose rocks. Moonlight was creeping through into the darkness.

"Here!" Amidst the dust and debris flying around, Ten could just about see Eleven's arm waving to him from beneath a collapsed table. "Are you alright?"

Ten didn't reply, his eyes fixed on his sonic screwdriver which was currently soaring through the air. With a huge effort, he outstretched his lanky arm and caught it mid-flight, but no sooner had he relished in his victory than he was brutally slammed against the wall by an enormous, furry arm.

"Woah!" he screamed, seeing stars as, to mix with the horrendously distorting dust, his vision became blurry. "Doctor!" he shouted, noticing Eleven slowly arising from his wooden prison. "Doctor, look out!" Ten had no idea where the huge creature in the bunker had come from, but it was now making a bee-line straight for his successor who had barely stood up and was still struggling to make anything out in the cloudy, brown air.

"Oi!" he yelled, as he bumped into the huge being. "Now what the -"

His words were cut short as the beast grabbed his shoulders and raised him high in the air. "Uh, Doctor!" he yelled, "If you have a plan, I suggest you put it into action right now!"

Ten did have a plan, but putting it into action was proving to be tricky. "Hold on!" he shouted, struggling to make his way towards Eleven, who was trying to reach his own sonic screwdriver in his tweed pocket. "Can you reach your screwdriver?"

"What do you think I'm trying to do?" Eleven roared, as the beast (which was still a shadowy figure as far as Ten could see) raised its hideous claw and prepared to strike. Ten was panic-stricken, fearful for what was about to happen to his future incarnation - before he tripped and fell to his knees. Stuck and unable to reach him in time, he knew his plan wouldn't work from here but there was nothing for it and he gave it his best shot. Pointing the sonic screwdriver at the creature, he pushed the button as hard as he could.

Nothing happened.

"Oh, c'mon, c'mon…" Ten slammed the screwdriver against his palm, hoping against hope that some miracle was about to happen. With one last ditch attempt, he pointed the screwdriver and pressed the button once again…

The beast dropped Eleven - whose face was now scrunched up in anticipation - and raised its absurdly huge claws to its ears as the sound which came from the screwdriver threatened to burst its ear drums. With a screeching howl, it dropped to its four legs and ran from the bunker. Ten himself was having trouble hearing or seeing anything, until the dust cloud in front of his eyes cleared and an outstretched hand met his.

"Thank you," he looked up at his saviour and - not for the first time - his jaw hit the floor.

"Don't mention it," the leather clad man said in a heavy Northern accent. "That should be it buggered off for a while. At least until we all become lovely and dead and it can enjoy eating our corpses in peace from sonic screwdrivers." The man was pointing his own sonic screwdriver at the exit to the bunker, and Ten understood - the combined efforts from both screwdrivers had been much more effective than just one.

"Uh huh…" Ten stood up, aghast. Eleven was still panting on the ground, and it was not until he rolled over clutching his sides that he noticed what Ten could see. He stood up and spun round quicker than he'd ever moved in his eleven lifetimes.

"Oh. Blimey. That's…"

"Hello," the leather clad man stepped forward and outstretched his hand to Eleven. "I'm The Doctor by the way."

"Yes. Yes, you are." Eleven vigorously shook his hand, beaming from ear to ear. "Oh, this is just fantastic. Absolutely fantastic!"

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