Thanks for the reviews, though I wish I understood Spanish. I copied and pasted those comments into Google translate and got a general idea of what you said, though. :)

I don't own Doctor Who. If I did, this would be the plot for a tenth anniversary of the relaunch special... or something like that.

CHAPTER 7

Twelve gratefully took Eleven's extra sonic screwdriver. After all, it should technically be his now. He began using it to scan the area for anything unusual that might keep the Daleks from pursuing them. Eleven, meanwhile, started scanning Twelve.

"Do you mind?!" Twelve was indignant.

"Sorry. But I never actually finished regenerating, that I can remember, anyway, and I'm not fully convinced that you're me." Eleven replied.

Ten also looked skeptical of the new arrival but decided to use his sonic to scan the area, just in case Twelve' s readings weren't reliable because he turned out to be a Dalek spy or something.

"Well?!" Twelve remarked when the scans were complete. He didn't even bother finishing his scan because he was to busy being the scan-ee to be the scanner.

"Two hearts, respiratory bypass, and live regeneration dust found within a newly regenerated time lord." Eleven turned to the others. "It's a boy!" He shouted, suddenly gleeful. "A whole new regeneration cycle!" He danced around a bit before wrapping his arms around his future self in a tight embrace, a gesture that was not returned.

Twelve looked at Rose and rolled his eyes. She giggled.

Ten also finished his scan. "There seems to be a molecular breakdown of the nucleotides in the tertiary layer of the temporal atmosphere that appears to be made up of an unusually large quantity of..."

Rose's eyes glazed over as Ten rambled on about his findings. She may have once had the time vortex in her mind, but she still had absolutely no idea what he was saying. The other Doctors, however, were nodding in complete understanding. Of course they were, with the same mind and all. The others offered solutions or opinions or whatever commentary on the topic, all full of the same science techno babble. Rose had never felt like such a dumb ape before. She didn't know why they even bothered speaking in English because she understood as much as if they were speaking Gallifrean. At least they weren't trying to one up each other in order to win her affections anymore.

They seemed to arrive at some sort of a plan, however. Unfortunately, she was supposed to be in on it. "Got that, Rose?" Nine asked her, with a big goofy grin on his face. She was glad to see that smile. She had missed it. He hadn't really smiled much since this TARDIS reunion began.

"Um, you all kind of lost me the moment that Ten opened his mouth." She admitted, shyly. "Just tell me what you want me to do with as little techno babble as possible."

"Basically, we are in big trouble, so just, RUN!" Tentoo said as he joined the other four in a line at the front of the room, brandishing their sonics like a sword as an army of Daleks ten across and so deep that the end was not seen approached them.

Her instincts did not disagree. She turned, but then froze as a tingling sensation took over her entire body. She didn't remember anything that happened after that.

The Doctors glared at the approaching Dalek army, the Oncoming Storm in their eyes masking the fear that they felt underneath. Yes, they had faced Daleks before, and in even greater numbers than this, and survived: and that was when there was just one Doctor! - but circumstances now were a bit different. Three Doctors had already regenerated. What would happen to them if they were hit? Would that Doctor die? If he did, what would happen to those who came after him? Would they cease to exist? And one of the Doctors was human and completely mortal. He already knew what would happen to him if he was hit. Best case scenario (besides no one dying, of course): Twelve gets exterminated and regenerates into another face that can give the Daleks hell. Worst case: Nine gets exterminated and they all die. The Doctor collectively knew that he had never been more vulnerable. Still, the Daleks didn't know that. If they were scared of one Doctor, five should scare them senseless (or so they hoped)!

"I would think twice before coming any closer!" Nine yelled at the army.

"You know that every time we meet like this, very bad things tend to happen." Ten continued.

"Funny how those very bad things never seem to happen to me personally." Tentoo chimed in.

"Very bad things happen to you when you threaten my friends!" Eleven's voice echoed.

"I am not to be trifled with. My patience is run out!" Twelve commanded attention.

"BECAUSE I AM THE DOCTOR!" All five Doctors yelled in unison.

"IDENTITY CONFIRMED! IT IS THE DOCTOR! EXTERMINATE! EXTERMIN-"

The Daleks' speech was cut off as a wave of golden light flew up from behind the Doctors, and turned the entire army to dust in a matter of seconds. All five Doctors gulped and slowly turned around, knowing (and yet hoping that they were wrong) what they would find.

"I am the Bad Wolf. I create myself." The golden girl said. "Do not be afraid, my Doctor. Rose Tyler is safe. Rose Tyler and I are one. We only wish to keep our Doctor safe. I have chosen her because she loves you, and though only one face of you has been able to say it, I know you love her too. Be safe, my Doctor." The golden light suddenly went out and Rose collapsed on the floor, unconscious, as the TARDIS materialized around her.

"Rose!" The Doctors scrambled on board and gathered around her, concerned for her safety.

She groaned, stretched and woke up as if she had just had a nap. "What happened? How'd I get back on the TARDIS? Did I hear singing?"

"Uh, yes. I sang a song and the Daleks ran away." Nine said hurriedly and without thinking, his grin was large, but it did not reach his eyes.

She narrowed her eyes at him. She'd heard that line before. Just after leaving Satellite 5, and just before he regenerated the first time. She didn't buy it then, and she wasn't buying it now. She slowly looked into the eyes of each of the Doctors. "She came back, didn't she? Bad Wolf?"

Not one of them could look her in the eyes. Twelve very quickly stood up and helped her to her feet. "Didn't you say that this was some kind of reunion? Let's go find the others, then, shall we?" He wrapped his arm around her waist to support her as they walked towards the lounge where sounds of laughter could be heard. She turned and smiled up at him, grateful. He just beamed.

The other four just looked at each other and sighed before following. Their future self and the only woman they had ever loved appeared for all the world to be a very happy couple. The irony of this was not lost on any of them, least of all Tentoo.

The rest of the companions seemed to be having a big party in the lounge. Music was playing, the telly was on, the alcohol flowed, snacks were consumed... And Jack was collecting bets on which Doctor would be holding Rose's hand when they returned. So far, the odds were pretty even, with Tentoo edging out a slight lead over Nine, Ten, and Eleven because he was her husband. However, most of the occupants of the TARDIS bet that none of the Doctors would have been holding her hand because she would be mad. The fact that Rose came in being supported by a man that no one knew caused Jack to just toss the table over and declare that everyone gets their money back.

Twelve just chuckled. Rose looked at him in amusement. "Hello" he said to everyone gathered. "I am the Doctor." Everyone gasped. He just smiled at his former companions. It was great to see them all again.

"Apparently I was abducted by Daleks and finished my regeneration elsewhere" Eleven said, with a trace of amusement in his voice. The other three looked gloomy.

Twelve released Rose and held out his hand to Clara. "I guess that once this little reunion's finished that it will just be you and me for awhile, eh, Clara?"

She looked at the proffered hand and Twelve's smile and seemed a bit unsure. She glanced over at Eleven, who nodded encouragingly. "He is me, Clara. And we'll need you when all is said and done."

She looked into Twelve's eyes, and bypassed the hand and enveloped him in a hug. "I don't think that this me is the hugging type!" He said, his hands stuck up awkwardly.

"Doctor, I don't care." She replied, holding him still. He slowly, and reluctantly returned the embrace.

Mickey saw the expressions on Rose and each of the Doctors and leaned over and whispered to his wife. "Things are about to get very interesting." She nodded in reply.