Well, it finally happened. I got negative reviews. I shouldn't let them get me down, but they did. I'm sensitive. Which is why this is such a late update. Just one question for the reviewer: if you didn't like it, why did you read all thirty chapters? I don't like a story after a chapter or two, I stop reading it! Some people... ok rant over. Back to the story.

To those of you who actually like what you're reading, thanks for your continued support! :) Kindly leave me a little note of encouragement to ease the burn? Thanks! Oh and constructive criticism on how I can write 12 better and/or de-Sue Rose would be great. I'm serious. I'll go back and rewrite stuff.

I don't own a TARDIS, nor a sonic, nor psychic paper, which is so incredibly sad. Know what else I don't own? Yep. Doctor Who.

CHAPTER 31

"On the backs of their necks is their weak spot, so guess what?" Donna proclaimed, wielding a baseball bat. "I'm gonna play a game I like to call Whack-A-Sontaran. Who's with me?"

"Is it just me, but is Donna with a baseball bat more terrifying than a Sontaran invasion?" Tentoo muttered to his wife, who slapped both hands over her mouth to stifle a giggle.

"Oi! I heard that, space man!"

"That's half space man to you!" He taunted back. Now Rose 10.2 just rolled her eyes. Donna in turn did the mature thing and stuck her tongue out at him. They really were like brother and sister!

"Actually, Donna does have a point," Ten remarked, trying not to let on that he agreed with his half human twin. "Everyone arm yourselves with a blunt object, and clunk them on the back of the necks."

"And how, exactly, are we going to get them on the backs of the necks when they'll likely be running towards us?" Amy interjected.

"Right. And I'm willing to bet that we're out numbered." Rory agreed.

"Right you are, Ponds! Which is why I've cleverly come up with a Plan B." Eleven proclaimed proudly.

"I bet I know what it is," Rose 11 muttered.

"RUN!" Eleven yelled.

"Every time!" Rose 11 groaned before joining in the stampede.

They ended up in the school where most of the town had also gathered. The companions, even River and Jack, were relieved to find that all of their "children" (who with guilt, their parents realized, had been completely forgotten in the chaos of the morning) were safe and seemed no worse for the wear. The Doctors were also relieved, though they were not going to admit it out loud.

The Roses, however, while they still outwardly portrayed the perfect wife and mother, inwardly they found the children to be a nuisance and hindrance to the running and saving the day. But good luck getting any of them to admit that. The Doctor collectively didn't notice her inner turmoil, just the perfection she struggled to portray. Collectively, she didn't know why she wanted the Doctor to believe that she was perfect at this domestic thing. Was she trying to prove something to him? Or was she trying to prove something to herself? She longed to be able to give up the charade and offer her children (all ten of them!) to the Sontarans as a gift so that she could have her life back. But no one knew any of this. She smiled sweetly and held her children closely, saying things like "Daddy is going to fix this."

The inner struggle of the Roses were suddenly interrupted by a loud THUMP! on the roof of the building. The Sontarans had landed. The Doctors just looked at each other. They still had no sonic screwdriver and no plan.

"I don't care if I do end up in a dress!" Nine bellowed. "I'm using my sonic to reinforce the ceiling so that they can't get through!"

"Can't do that alone! Hey everybody, look! I have bow ties on my boxers today!" Eleven quipped as he joined his former self in sonicking the ceiling.

"Right. I may be out of my head, and possibly literally, but I'm going to use my sonic on the doors." Ten proclaimed as he scanned the door.

"Oi, you lousy Martian! That door is made of wood!" Donna reminded him.

"Which I guess means that I'm going to have to be the one to actually finish the job since it will take 1000 years for the sonic to analyze the molecular make up of that door." Twelve sighed, grumpily.

"Yup. Pretty much. Thanks!" his former self replied before scampering out after his human twin who was on his way to Oncoming Storming the Sontarans out of there by any means possible. The ceiling reinforced and the doors secured, the other Doctors joined them as well. Amazingly, none of the embarrassing things that they had predicted would happen actually happened.

The companions weren't just going to sit around passively, either. To Clara's surprise, Danny took command of the room.

"All right! The Sontarans are invading. Do not go outside and provoke them. We'll leave that to the mad men that are already doing so. But if they do get through, we must defend ourselves! Everyone take arms! I hear that blunt objects smacked on the backs of their necks will immobilize them. So grab whatever you can find: bats, heavy books, hammers, and the like. Nobody gets left behind!" Clara was so proud of him! She liked when he went all soldier mode and never understood why he hadn't become an officer himself. He'd be a good one, she was sure. Our at least better than the lousy ones that he'd served under and despised.

But before anyone could take arms, suddenly the school vanished, and the companions (sans children) and all five Doctors found themselves standing in the middle of the TARDIS console room.

In all honesty, it was a bit of a disappointment. Everyone was excited to face the Sontarans. But just like that, the game was over. What happened? And who won? And can they go back a kick some Sontaran butt please?