Chapter 2

"We've got to get out of here!" Seven said.

"But how?" Two retorted. "My TARDIS, and Three's, aren't working!"

"Then we can fix it!" Ten snapped.

"We tried. Three's TARDIS wasn't responding!"

Seeing that One was getting ready to talk, Ace shouted at the top of her lungs.

"OI! Listen up you lot!"

"Thank you," One acknowledged her. "Now it seems we must try to get some order out of this chaos, hmm? Now, why doesn't everyone who is me raise their hands, and kindly explain to me what this is all about?"

"We don't know," Ten stuck his hands in his pockets. "I mean, we couldn't have done this all on purpose, we'd have remembered this." He glanced at Eight. "Well…"

"But we landed here," Clara offered. "We chose to land here. Nothing forced us to land."

"Speak for yerself," Jamie indicated towards his TARDIS.

"And what's draining out TARDIS?" Jo asked. "We landed here by choice too, and we didn't break it. But it's still not working!"

"She has a point," Six said.

"Then why don't we check our TARDISes, just to make sure they work?" Eleven asked. He jumped up from his little perch, which was a small rock nearby. "Come along, Pond!"

They walked off. Six and Peri hurried and joined them to check on theirs. The Doctors dwindled away until just Two, Three, and their companions were left waiting.

"Maybe if we reversed the polarity-" Three started.

"Oh, fiddlesticks!" Two mumbled.

Twelve and Clara reached their TARDIS, and Twelve took out his key.

"Come on," he said.

The vast interior was obviously Not Dead, so Clara breathed a sigh of relief. The Doctor however, still looked worried.

"We'd better materialise her down at the bottom of the hill. Just to test."

But just as he hit the dematerialisation switch, a horrid grinding noise filled the room. Clara covered her ears. Twelve dashed to the doors and opened them. The TARDIS had not moved one inch.

"No!"

Five heard his future self's cry and came running.

"Everything alright?"

"No, you need to stop asking that question, nothing is ever alright!"

"Is your TARDIS dead, too?"

"No, but she's... I don't know what she's doing! She's in perfect working order, but she doesn't seem to want to move."

Five looked thoughtful.

"Why don't we go back? See if anybody else has gotten theirs working."

"Sounds like a plan," Clara answered for Twelve. "But where are your companions?"

"I've already sent them down."

Four and Eight's TARDISes were misbehaving too, and One, Seven, and Ten's were as "dead as a doghouse." In Seven's own words, of course. The only working TARDISes were Six, Nine, and Eleven's.

"We'll have to divide up into teams," One said. "Twelve, since you know all of us, why don't you recommend groups? Companions should probably stay with their Doctors."

Twelve looked around at the group before him. "Three and Jo, you go with Six and Peri. Ten and Donna, you go with them too. One and your group, and Five and his group, you'll be going with Eleven. I would make Two and his group go with Three, Six, and Ten, but though that might be funny, it most certainly won't help us. Two, you go with Nine, Jack, and Rose."

He looked around to try and see who he missed.

"Eight, Fitz, and Anji, you're with Six; Seven and Ace will travel with Eleven; and Four, Sarah Jane, Clara, and I will go with Nine. Any questions?"

Adric had one. "What are we doing, exactly?"

"We're going to figure out what's keeping us here," Twelve answered.

"Well, then," Ten shepherded his group into their TARDIS. "Allons-y!"