Day of the Doctor Part 2. :D Extra chapter for you to hold you through the weekend.

The next thing to come through the vortex is none other than Eleven himself. So of course it's not graceful. I can't help but chuckle. In his surprise,Ten puts on the fez.

"Who is this man?" I'm not sure which Elizabeth said that.

"That's just what I was wondering."

I smile at Ten's ignorance in this situation.

"Oh, that is skinny. That is proper skinny. It's like a special effect. Oi!" Eleven knocks the fez off Ten's head.

"Ha! Matchstick man." I shake my head at his antics. He really is a child.

Disbelief appears on Ten's face. "You're not."

They both get out their sonic screwdrivers. I watch as they try to oneup each other but Eleven wins. His screwdriver is quite awesome.

"Compensating." Ten tries to regain some ground.

"For what?"

"Regeneration. It's a lottery."

Eleven seems slightly offended but amused at the same time. In fact, he's rather giddy. "Oh, he's cool. Isn't he cool? I'm the Doctor and I'm all cool. Oops, I'm wearing sandshoes."

Ten looks at his feet then back at Eleven. "What are you doing here? I'm busy."

"Oh, busy. I see. Is that what we're calling it, eh? Eh?" He puts on his fez and turns to the two Elizabeths and myself.

"Hello, ladies."

"Don't start."

Eleven ignores the warning and domes over to me. "Ryder! You look smashing in that dress."

"Why thank you." I hug him back. This is awesome and everything but something is striking me as odd about this. I just don't know what. Despite that, I'm human and probably dead in his timeline. He's quite a bit older than the one I'm traveling with. Eleven winks at the Queens.

Ten cuts in again. "Seriously?"

"Listen, what you get up to in the privacy of your own regeneration is your business."

"One of them is a Zygon."

He makes a face. "Urgh. I'm not judging you."

The time fissure reappears and they both put on their glasses. Then they look at each other.

"Oh, lovely," they say in unison.

"Your Majesties. Probably a good time to run," Eleven explains.

"But what about the creature?" It's creepy how they talk at the same time.

"Elizabeth, whichever one of you is the real one, turn and run in the opposite direction to the other one," I instruct.

"Of course, my love." Seriously. Really creepy how they do that.

One of them comes up to me. "Stay alive, my love. I am not done with you yet." She snogs me and then runs off.

"Thanks. I needed that."

The other one comes over next. "I understand. Live for me, my darling. We shall be together again." She snogs me too.

"Looking forward to it," I say as sarcastically as I can.

Eleven looks like he's choking. "One of those was a Zygon."

Ten doesn't look much better. "Yeah."

"Big red rubbery thing covered in suckers?"

"Yeah."

"Venom sacs in the tongue?"

"Shut up you two. I get the point. May I also point out, they were also girls." I gasp at my own words. "No. They couldn't be. I don't need the obvious pointed out Doctors."

"Sorry," they apologize. But they're still snickering.

The voice of a woman comes through the vortex. "Doctor, is that you?"

"Ah, hello, Rose. Can you hear me?" He puts a strange emphasis on the name Rose. That strikes me as odd. Why would he do that? But it makes sense that Rose would be here and not Clara. I'm a little sad by this. I liked Clara. But what's done is done, and Rose is still my best friend.

"Umm. Okay. We can hear you. Where are you?"

Eleven turns to us. "Where are we?"

Ten answers. "England, 1562."

"Who are you talking to?"

"Myself," Ten answers. "And Ryder," Eleven says.

"Can you come back through?" I'm assuming that's Kate if I remember correctly. It has been a few years now.

"Physical passage may not be possible in both directions. It'... Ah! Hang on. Fez incoming!" With that, Eleven throws his fez into the fissure.

"Nothing here," the voice, Rose, calls.

"So where did it go?" Ten asks. He pauses and continues. "Okay, you used to be me, you've done all this before. What happens next?"

A strange look crosses his face. "I don't remember."

"How can you forget this?"

"Hey, hang on. It's not my fault. Maybe you're not paying enough attention. Reverse the polarity!"

"Play nice you two. If you fight with yourself you'll just get a headache." They ignore me as they aim their sonic screwdrivers at the fissure.

"It's not working." Eleven is confused.

I can almost see the light bulb over Ten's head. "We're both reversing the polarity."

"Yes, I know that." I roll my eyes.

"There's two of you. He's reversing it, you're reversing it back again. You're confusing the polarity."

An older looking man drops out of the fissure. I smile. Oh yes. This is going to be very interesting.

"Anyone lose a fez?"

Ten is shocked. "You. How can you be here? More to the point, why are you here?"

"Good afternoon. I'm looking for the Doctor."

"Well, you've certainly come to the right place." Ten looks worried, but Eleven looks a little lost to me. Why is that? Something is wrong here. But what? It's beginning to frustrate me.

"Good. Right. Well, who are you three? Oh, of course. Are you his companions?"

Eleven raises his non existent eyebrows. "His companions?"

"They get younger all the time."

"So do you," I say amused.

The War Doctor continues. "Well, if you could point me in the general direction of the Doctor?"

They both look at each other and then raise their sonic screwdrivers. The War Doctor is startled. "Really?"

"Yeah," Eleven nods.

"Really," Ten confirms.

"You're me? Both of you?"

"Yep."

"Even that one?" He points at Eleven.

He's offended. "Yes!"

"You're my future selves?"

I don't like being left out so I answer for them. "Ding ding ding. Give the man a metal."

"Am I having a midlife crisis? Why are you pointing your screwdrivers like that? They're scientific instruments, not water pistols. Look like you've seen a ghost."

"Still, loving the posh gravelly thing. It's very convincing." I can see the storm brewing under the surface of Ten.

"Brave words, Dick van Dyke."

I smile at Eleven. "Nice. Mind if I use that?"

He's about to answer me but then we get surrounded by soldiers.

"Encircle them. Which of you is the Doctor? The Queen of England is bewitched. I would have the Doctor and Lady Jane's heads."

"Well, this has all the makings of your lucky day." Even though I'm being threatened with a beheading I still laugh at the War Doctor's joke. This is going to a fun day.