So, can you say major writers block? Well, the muse has finally struck! :) so sorry about the delay.

So, even though I don't always post when you'd like me to (sorry about that), I wanted to share with you all some of my better musings. So I've started a new post (because it's not really a story per se, just some little one shots) just for those who read this story. It's called "TARDIS Reunion Deleted Scenes".

If the Doctor was mine... Well things would be very different.

CHAPTER 17

Something had shifted. Collectively, Rose could feel it. There was no engine sound, but she was aware that they were moving through space.

Remain calm and act nonchalant. No need to make the others panic. Rose 12 telepathically told her younger selves.

We need to see how serious it is. Maybe we aren't moving at all. Rose 10.2 replied.

I wish... Rose 11 replied. "I'm going to go search for a loo. Excuse me, all. I'll be right back." She announced to the rest of the room. I'll let you know what I find.

Acting nonchalant proved to be more difficult than they thought, especially for Rose 9 who was not as used to her new time sense as the others. She was starting to panic.

Oh, this is so not good... came Rose 11's reply.

How not good? Rose 9 asked, now in a full panic. The other Roses weren't feeling too comfortable either.

Rose 11 returned to the game room. "Sorry to break up the game night..." She started. "But, we're not on Gallifrey anymore."

Gasps and cries of shock came from the rest of the assembled group as they all ran to the windows in the back room to see. Sure enough, they were in deep space surrounded by nothing but billions of stars. Not a planet, black hole, nebula, or even a sun close enough to tell them where they were to be seen.

Rose 10 just closed her eyes and focused on her Doctor in her mind. Doctor, not to alarm you, but we are in a bit of trouble! Come help!

Soon the other Roses joined in, each signaling their Doctor counterpart. Doctor! We need you! Doctor! Doctor!

The Doctors, meanwhile, completely oblivious to their companions' plight, were in a bit of trouble of their own.

"Which one of you is the Doctor?" A voice called out. From where they couldn't tell.

"Well..." Ten started.

"Oh shut up!" Twelve interjected. "If you must know, we all are."

"Then you are all under arrest!"

"What?" Tentoo blurted out.

"That's all well and good, but I don't fancy talking to disembodied voices." Eleven took command. "Show yourself, and tell me why my past selves, my future self and I are under arrest."

"Doctor! I'm hurt! You don't recognize your old friend?" The voice started laughing maniacally and a faint sound of drumming was heard. ThumpThumpThumpThump. ThumpThumpThumpThump.

Ten's eyes grew wide with realization. "But it can't be?!"

The Master choose that moment to enter the room. Or, more accurately, they all did. One face appeared to be middle aged with dark hair that was staying to go grey in his mustache and beard. Another appeared only slightly younger, but with dark hair slicked back on his head, and he was clean shaven. A third had the look of a kindly old man about him. A fourth was a younger man with light brown hair and had an uncanny resemblance to a former British Prime Minister. A fifth, shockingly, was a woman dressed like Mary Poppins. Five Masters (well, four Masters and one Missy anyway) for Five Doctors.

"Fantastic. Just when I thought I'd finally seen the last of you." Nine retorted.

"Cuff them." The former Prime Minister ordered. Five of Thrift's faces stepped forward and did as the Master commanded.

"Now wait just a minute!" Ten called out. "I was under the impression that Rassilon had wished to see me!"

The face who called herself Missy just laughed. "Oh my dear Doctor! Won't you ever learn?" She turned to the Thrifts. "What are you waiting for? Take them to their cells! Chop chop!" Her voice and actions would have been sweet if they weren't so laced with malice.

As they were being led away, Nine took the opportunity to chat up his Thrift guard. His future selves pretended not to care, but were listening intently.

"So what's this all about, then?" Nine asked, cheerfully. "I've only just got here after all. My history with the Master aside, even I haven't been here long enough to stir up trouble."

"I don't right know, sir" his escort replied. "Though with that insane person in charge, who knows? It's probably illegal for you to still be alive or something equally ridiculous."

"Wait. The Master's in charge? What happened to Rassilon?"

"Well, you'll see I wasn't exactly lying when I said that Rassilon wanted to see you. His cell is right next to yours."

"Fantastic" came the sarcastic reply.

"Doctor? Is that you?" The former Lord President of Gallifrey called out through his cell wall. Unlike the other Gallifreans that they had so far encountered, there appeared to be only one incarnation. The Doctors realized with shock that Rassilon had never regenerated!

"Yes, it is me." Eleven called out. "Along with a few of my other selves. So, how's this then? You're not Lord President anymore?"

"I got voted out of office."

"Since when does Gallifrey hold elections?" Nine wondered aloud.

"And why on Gallifrey would they vote for the Master?" Eleven was incredulous.

"They didn't. They voted for Missy."

"She tricked them. Got inside their heads. Didn't she? She, or rather he at the time, did that one to become Prime Minister." Ten remembered the year that never existed and shuddered at the memory of it.

"Yeah, I never would have dreamed that he'd do it to his own people... err, she I mean. Pronouns are annoying." Tentoo also shuddered.

"Really, Doctor. Are all of these faces you? But you're so young still! I'll bet you haven't even hit 3000 yet. Have you?"

"Well, I have changed often due to my own recklessness through the years. Side effect of caring." Twelve said, gruffly. "But yes, they are all me. Unfortunately." This last bit was said under his breath but what clearly heard by his younger selves who were more than a bit insulted.

"You should talk, Gramps." Ten muttered in response.

"Who you calling Gramps, Sandshoes?" Twelve yelled back.

"They're not Sandshoes!" Ten and Tentoo yelled in reply.

"Alright, maybe we should all just calm down" Eleven soothed.

"You stay outta this, Chinny!" Twelve yelled at him.

"Oi!"

"And that goes for you too, Dumbo!" Twelve yelled at Nine who was snickering.

"Me?! What did I do?" Nine yelled back. "And don't call me Dumbo!"

After weeks of sharing the same TARDIS, the Doctors were finally feeling the stress and were turning on each other. This was never a good thing.

Rassilon just sighed and turned away, so that the Doctor could resume fighting with himself.