Wow! I've picked up a few new readers! Thanks! Yes, I know that this is not an original idea. I have updated the description to show that I did get this idea from "3 Doctors 9 Companions What Could Possibly Go Wrong?", something that I'd done with my original story, but forgot to do with the rewrite. Oops. I read that story up through around chapter 70 something, hoping for a Doctor/Rose ship story line, and just gave up and decided to write my own just to vent my own frustrations. lol. Having gotten that story arch out of the way now, I'm finally onto a "season two" story arch if you will. If the plot from here on out resembles something going on in the 3 Doctors story, that is completely unintentional as I have not read that story from chapter 70ish on (so as not to influence this one, not because I didn't like it. Plus I lost my place...) and do not recall reading this story arch there. :) My deepest respect goes out to Seafoam-Tainted-Memoirs. Anyone who can keep up such a long story and gain such a following deserves a medal or something, especially when dealing with so many characters. It is not an easy task! I should know.

On a side note, my town had trick or treating last night, and the very first trick or treater I saw was wearing a tweed jacket, bowtie, and fez, and was carrying a sonic screwdriver. Yes, my fellow Whovians, I have met the Doctor! Be jealous! (He's a bit shorter in person)

And...yep. I'm still not RTD, Moffatt, or the BBC, so yep, you guessed it. None of the characters herein are mine. In case you were wondering. :) (I really just should've put the disclaimer in the description...)

CHAPTER 18

The Doctors' minds all at once felt a warm presence, and a panic that wasn't their own. The message from the various Roses had gotten through. They immediately stopped their squabbles and focused on the love of their lives. Even from a great distance, Rose had a way of helping the Doctor regain his focus.

What sort of trouble love? The Doctors asked as one mind.

Oh thank goodness you can sense me, Doctor! The Roses replied in kind. The little hut that we went in? It's a working TARDIS, and it appears to be remotely controlled, and we appear to be in the middle of space, no identifying landmarks of any kind to tell where we are.

Have you found a console?

Um... not exactly. No.

Have you looked?

They could feel her annoyance through the telepathic connection. Of course we have! We're not the daft alien here. You are! So what do we do?

Are the others with you?

Yes. And they know the situation and know that we are trying to reach you. Everyone's calm. Well, mostly. Shaun and Danny are freaking out a bit, but they're newbies. We need to cut them a little slack... Oh, ok, we're all panicking!

Well... that's just fantastic. Bloody fantastic. We're not going to be able to help you Rose. I'm sorry, so sorry. But you're going to have to do this one on your own. You can do it. You're a time lady now. Just pretend that you're us. Allons-y and Geronimo! The Doctors' multiple personalities were coming out through the connection. Despite themselves, the Roses had to giggle at that, despite being beyond frustrated and angry that the Doctors seemed unwilling or unable to help. Right now, we need to focus on breaking out of jail.

What? Now the Roses were alarmed. What did you do this time?

Absolutely nothing! Came the reply. Well... maybe it has something to do with being the avowed enemy of the Lord President. I must have looked at him or her cross-eyed or something.

Rassilon?

No. Worse. Much worse. It's the Master. Five faces of him, actually. And the last one's a woman. Calls herself Missy. Rassilon's actually in jail with us.

WHAT?! The Roses were not happy with that news. Then they had another thought: did the Doctor just say that the Master turned into a woman?

Yes. He is a she. She's taken over the entire planet like HE did back before the year that never was. Oh, and our sonics have been swiped. Psychic papers, too. It's going to take all of our cleverness together to get us out of this situation.

Great. Just... great. Well, if anyone can do it, it's you. So... cleverest mind in the universe, any tips on how to fly a TARDIS without a console?

Nope.

Great...

The telepathic connection was broken when the burliest of the Thrift guards came to escort the Doctors and Rassilon from their cells. Apparently, there was going to be a trial, and afterwards, if they were found guilty, they'd be executed for their crimes. And the Doctors still didn't know what crimes they had supposedly committed! It also appeared that the trial would be taking place off world somewhere for they were herded onto another waiting TARDIS. Collectively, the Doctor was afraid, but not one of his faces were going to admit it. How were they going to get out of this one?

Meanwhile, the companions were still floating in the middle of space in an unfamiliar TARDIS. However, they were not helpless without the Doctor. A plan was beginning to form: each companion was going to play into his or her own strengths.

The Roses were tapping into their telepathic powers. 9 and 10 were trying to communicate with the TARDIS that they were on with the hope that they could convince her (or him: it could be a male TARDIS) to take them back. 11 and 12 were trying to reach the Doctor's TARDIS and see if she might be able to come to their rescue, pilot or no. 10.2 kept the line of communication open with the Doctor, so they they could keep each other appraised of their respective situations. Unfortunately, no one was having any luck: even 10.2's connection with the Doctor seemed plagued with interference.

Jack and River were fiddling with their vortex manipulators and trying to figure out how to make them work. Without a TARDIS on their side, this might be their best option. River would transport herself to the Doctor's TARDIS and fly the Old Girl out for a rescue mission. Jack would transport himself to the Doctors' location and see how he could assist. Unfortunately, an unseen force was interfering with the devices.

Shaun was helping Donna sort out her scattered thoughts in her time lord mind to see what other options they may have. Unfortunately, every plan involved a sonic, psychic paper, or the Doctor's TARDIS.

Danny and Mickey, relying on their military and Torchwood training, began to map out a battle plan to use if necessary.

If there was going to be a battle, there might be injuries, so Martha and Rory found their way to this TARDIS's medical bay and put together some emergency medical kits that they hoped that they wouldn't need to use.

Clara and Amy, being master organizers, and having full confidence that they were going to get off that ship, tried to come up with a more diplomatic rescue plan for the Doctor.

Finally, a glimmer of hope: Roses 11 & 12 had made contact with their beloved sentient time ship. Unfortunately, she was unable to fly without a pilot because one of the Doctors had actually locked the console. ("Of course the one time we needed them to forget..." The Roses collectively thought.) However, at least no one could steal her. But the Old Girl was more than willing to help. She began trying to communicate with the ship they were on in the way that only one TARDIS can talk to another while simultaneously sending instructions on how to make the vortex manipulators work. They were far from out of trouble, but things were beginning to look up.

Meanwhile, the Doctors and Rassilon had reached their destination: the Shadow Proclamation.