Info: What if the Doctor was a but smarter. He said he couldn't get Rose Back because he's the last Time Lord. And he is, yet he isn't.
"Define 'Lost'." The dark, warning voice cut through the various arguments as the ice blue eyes flashed.
Everyone quieted, even Donna and Jack who had been trying to corral the many, varied Doctors and the one or two confused companions dragged along on the trip, as they all turned to what was sure to be a spectacle.
The Doctor in the brown pin-stripe suit, positively wilted under his former self's glare, "There was a breach," he spoke quietly, "in the universe, opened to another. Humans jimmied it open more, thinking it was a doorway to…the afterlife. Cybermen and Daleks and the Void was pulling everything in; another Pete Tyler saved her. The breach closed...With her over there."
The blue eyed, leather wrapped Doctor, the Ninth one, closed his eyes and moved to rub his chest as if he was having heart burn, "She's alive then?" he grumbled out.
"As far as I know." His successor, the Tenth, agreed, "Her Mum and Mickey's over there too."
"And this…Rose Tyler," spoke the Fifth Doctor in the quiet, "is she important? To us?"
"Very." Ten replied.
"Have you Bonded with her?" the Fourth Doctor asked.
Nine shook his head, "No, I—she's human." He blurted almost angrily, "Hundred years, hundred thirty if we're lucky, if she dies of old age. Runnin' with us? Sooner than that. An' her mind, I'd burn it out."
"The Wolf is different," spoke the Eighth Doctor almost lyrically, eyes glassy and staring into empty space, "The Flower child shall not wilt, time has no hold on her. The Wolf has decreed and so it is and will be and always forever shall be."
Ten and Jack shared a stricken look, both faces going pale beyond pale. Nine quickly joined them; he didn't know the details, but he knew enough to realize that something had changed Rose, she might outlive her family, and as of that moment she didn't know.
"I suppose it would only be proper to inform this young lady about her circumstances," The oldest looking yet chronologically youngest Doctor decided.
"Without contacting Gallifrey," added the Third Doctor darkly.
One by one, the Doctors agreed, some voicing opinions on how to go about breaking out of their universe and into the next without triggering the destruction of one or both.
With only Donna, Jack, a young woman called Ace, and a boy called Adric, to keep this sane-ish, the planning began.
The small army made its' way into a vaulted room, with blackboards for walls and ladders leaning against them.
Within hours though, the blackboards were covered in sprawling equations and scrawling notes made up of circles within circles and dots and lines as Doctors were working in a frenzy, some holding books that looked older than dirt, some working with bits of technology and they were all talking at each other, to each other, some calmly, some almost angrily, some quietly, and some loudly.
"Jack!" The Ninth and Tenth Doctors both shouted out at the same time.
"T' TARDIS's gonna program yer Vortex manipulator," Nine spoke shortly, having long discarded his leather jacket, claimed a fair portion of the blackboard for himself, and almost waving a large book as he spoke and wrote, "We're sendin' ya back ta get Susan and Romana—"
"Don't tell then anything they don't need to know," Ten continued on, hanging off one of the tallest ladders even as he peered down at the man, "Keep shielded. There's two different Romanas we need, only one Susan. Then, when you get back I need to get into Torchwood's vaults."
Jack gave a salute, snapping back into military mode, and disappeared.
"DONNA!" Ten called out wildly, looking for the sole ginger in the mix, "DONNA!"
"Right here Spaceman," came the replying bark from directly below him and he looked down to see her glaring up at him, holding his perch steady.
"Right, I need you to make some calls for me—us—" he held onto the ladder with one hand as he used the other to dig around in his breast pockets, then he pulled out a pretty pink address book, "Here, catch," he dropped it down; she caught the item with a hand, raising an eyebrow and he blushed, "Rose's idea, emergency contacts 'case I am…indisposed of—Anyway, use the TARDIS's phone and phone Doctor Martha Jones and Miss Sarah Jane Smith—"
"And The Brig," the Fourth Doctor interrupted, "Alistair Lethbridge-Stewart, we'll probably need UNIT's help so might as well grab him while we're here, or there," he added as almost afterthought.
"Right," Donna nodded, "run down Jones, Smith, and the Brig. Anything else?"
"If the Brigadier or Sarah have any further suggestions then you will follow them to the best of your abilities," the Second Doctor spoke up, pausing in his perusing of an old book.
"Contact Torchwood," Jack suddenly appeared, dragging along with him two un-amused women, "Got the Romanas." He let them go, before telling Donna, "Call Torchwood, Cardiff, the TARDIS has the number, ask for Tosh; tell whoever picks up the phone it's a code Bad Wolf and you're the Doctor's companion and you need to talk to Tosh. Tell Tosh to get ready to interface with the TARDIS and any other tech that might pop along."