I Don't Own Doctor Who
Me and Me's December
"On the fifteen day on Christmas my Rose Tyler said to me. Fifteen Sontaran's singing, Fourteen Juddoon's humming, Thirteen Meep's bleeping, Twelve Daleks dancing, Elven Blathereen boxing, Ten Nostrovite catfishing, nine angels weeping, eight Cyber's trolling, seven Racnoss spindling, six Kif's whining, five Masters drumming, four Rani's scheming, three Monks meddling, two Sycoraxs dueling and a Tardis roaming through time and space!" The newly fifteen numbered Doctor chined up his voice for that last verb.
Oh the new Doctor was in a happy mood as he decorated his Christmas tree. Both the two hearted man and the majestically ornamented sapling stood proudly on the Tardis's newly white overpassed layered deck.
The tree respectfully resting next to the Doctor's newly gained duke box. The Doctor still only wearing the white vest and crumbled tie left to him by the 14th Doctor.
The Doctor bumped his arm into the jukebox and in a few short seconds the stellar tune "So it is Merry Christmas." Began to engulf the new Tardis interior with its happy electric vocals.
The Doctor placed the last ornament on his tree. A tree he got from the Pinkonio. An entire planet filled with pine trees. Even their sun was shaped like a Christmas tree. The ornament a squeaky cleaned up Rudolph themed ball. A small gift from Jo? Cindy? Or was it Amy?
The Doctor didn't need to know. With a quick rub on his white shirt . He fitted the last prized item on his beautiful tree. Feeling a sense of pride wave over him the Doctor grinned in satisfaction at his accomplishment.
So why celebrate Christmas so early? Well it was early for this Doctor. The moment he left Donna and the previous him behind. The 15th Doctor jumped straight away into the Christmas mood. After all why not? Christmas day was pretty much the best birthday one could ask for. A time when you be free and party as hard as you wanted
His tenth self-had the right idea when he and Rose went to Jackie's for Christmas straight after that regeneration. "Might as well follow the same tradition." The new Doctor cheekily thought, taking out a purple snap banger and blowing its top off in front of the console controls.
Pressing a view buttons. A nice glass of pud gingerbread vodka popped out the newly installed drinks animator. The Doctor took a massive gulp and like a school kid he giddily rumbled his legs into a high jump.
God it was so wonderful to feel alive honey. To feel new! The Doctor always loved starting again. Rather the process to be exact. Finding the cloths this incarnation would like, building a new sonic screwdriver and ohhh it was always brilliant starting out. Sort of like getting a new Pokemon game and the player is building their new main team.
Oh he had so many ideas on the outfit. Ever since he came out from 14 he already began planning. Perhaps that king of hearts look his fourth self almost went with? Perhaps try a Mr Darcy outfit but with a zipped hoodie instead of velvet jacket? What about a poncho with question marks.
God he missed the question marks.
As the Doctor was planning his distinguished look. His mindset was disturbed as the 80's Christmas song began to strangely be looped. The Doctor quirked at the bizarreness. The last time something like this happened was when the Master's viperid spirit sabotaged his seventh-self's flight plan. Which also resulted in that incarnation's unfortunate demise. Now the Doctor doubted this was another trap. "Fool me once shame on you honey, fool me twice shame on me Koschei." The Doctor warned.
Making his way to the jukebox. The Tardis rumbled causing the Doctor hit the console backwards. The last droplets of Vodka spilled onto the computer. The Doctor glared shockingly a sparks and warning alarms flayed out his controls.
"Oh crap." The Doctor gaped feeling the Tardis shudder and shake more aggressively. The Doctor quickly saw the screen. The Doctor was quick enough to see the Tardis mention demetallize on its computer monitor but before he could react gulfing silvered light started to consume the Tardis.
With whatever last shreds of consciousness the Doctor had. He only knew one thing he could do now.
"I really cannot tell Donna, I spilled on the bloody controls."
Sometime Later
" …ahh…ohhh…..Mortimus babe please…try to be original. I told you again you can't look at my cheat sheet." The Doctor moaned reeling from his dazed state.
"Mortimus? Well that's a name I haven't heard in a while. The again he was a person I never really "favoured" being near to begin with." A calm and gentle voice cooed the tired out Doctor through his darkened and shaky eye view. "Even when he got that Monk persona of his. He still found a way to be that school bully from our academy days. Regeneration may cure a wound, but unfortunately it cannot cure delinquency."
"Academy?" The Doctor asked again. His eyes widened fearfully. "The Monk! Regeneration!" The Doctor jumped out from the chair he had been sleeping on. "How the hell did you know about…oohhhhh shit." The Doctor moaned loosing his static state to a more bewildered demeanour.
"Now, now sir." Chastised the Doctor's surprised career. "While, I understand one's needs to let out a bit steam. There is no need to use such language. Epically on my ship. I'm just glad the girl's weren't here to hear you." The newcomer inwardly laughed at his unrealized rhyming of words. "Well perhaps Nyssa, may have been dismayed but Tegan. Ahh I swear sometimes I'm tempted to wash her mouth with soap by the things she mumbles. She thinks I can't hear her, but I know when she use's that pouty mouth. She spent too much time with that aunt of hers."
The Doctor gawked at the very man before him. A man he could recognize anywhere. A man who was infect… himself. A few centuries younger.
Before the 15th Doctor's sight. Sood his fifth incarnation! The sprinkling goodie two shoes cricketer. Looking exactly the same as the Doctor remembered him. Well remembered himself. A young man, resembling a human in his mid to late 20s with fair blonde hair, blue eyes, and a sweet smile. Sporting a cream cricket jumper with a crimson and black V-Neck pattern, and a white dress shirt with a red interior and embroidered cherry question marks on the collars. His trousers were a unique pattern of brown and beige stripes. He also wore white plimsolls and an ivory Panama hat that had a scarlet band with a black and white pattern.
They were even in this Doctor's old console room."But where is my coat?" Doctor fifteen quizzed.
"Em, beg pardon?" The Fifth Doctor asked, confused by his passenger's query.
"Oh em sorry." The Doctor speedily apologized waving around his flipped out fingers "I meant, your coat. Yes your coat. The Doctor's coat" The older Doctor flabbergasted frantically. Touching his younger selves shoulders.
"Em. If I may sir." The Doctor trying politely to get his unknown future self to stop touching him. Finally, grabbing hold of the future Doctor's swaggering palms. The younger Doctor, calmed him down in a moment of silence. "Now, now" The 5th Doctor patiently respired, "While I appreciate you are concerned for my clothing." The past Doctor sounded the last word a bit more awkwardly than he wished.
"The item in question, is…well it's on you my friend." The Fifth Doctor, expressed. Patting number fifteen's sides.
The new Doctor in surprise, looked at his shoulders and arms. "Ahn." He squealed, the nostalgia, the home sickness for his old cloths drawing his hearts. "It looks exactly the same." He teared out. Aweing at the beige frock coat with scarlet piping along the collar, lapels, sleeves, pockets and tails.
"Still comfy as ever." The new Doctor foamed out. Gasping, from the mere feels of the tingling fabric.
"Well, that was what the Tardis probably though when the old girl gave it to me." The fifth Doctor chuckled.
"How come you put it on me?" The 15th Doctor questioned.
"Well, after leaving Tegan and Nyssa with their cousin for Christmas…..oh right you don't know them." The 5th Doctor calmly whacked his head from his blunder. "They are two young woman who travel with me. I could explain more but you get a better gist of them in person. They are simply, that remarkable."
"Believe, me Doc. I know. I really, very, sugar on top know what they are like." The 15th Doctor confirmed. Smiling, at the blazes of memories he shared with the two women of legend.
"Yes, they are…wait a minute?" The fifth Doctor sternly rebuked. His features becoming harder, eyeing the new comer. Leaning a predatory gaze "You know about the girl's don't you? How do you know about them? Hmm speak up."
"Em, ugh." The new Doctor mumbled. Not liking the way the conversation went. Despite his fifth-self being considered the kindest of the Doctors but none the less. When pushed to the edge. Number five could find a way to be a terrifying hard cased bastard. Something this new regeneration was just starting to remember.
"Who are you?" The younger Doctor interrogated.
Somehow that last sentence almost made the newer Time-Lord chuckle. It was the same question he had asked their tenth-self during the time clash. He even pulled off the imitating pose he did last time in that pin-striped incarnation.
"Who, did he think I was first? Ohh I know. I know how to do this." The 15th Doctor cheekily thought.
"Well Doc." The man's future-self proudly swayed swooshing his right arm proudly in a entertainer's stance. "You are looking at your number one fan Doctor-boy!." The word fan already caused the younger's eyes to bulge out in horror "They call me, John Sm…Osgood. John Osgood! I've been searching high and low for ya."
"Now that I've found you precious." The 15th Doctor, clutched a startled 5th Doctor. "I ain't goanna let you go!"
"Ohh..god." The fifth Doctor ghostly whispered. "You finally found me." He summarized. "The Monk, the girls. That's how you knew. Oh." He sighed covering his face. "I knew I should have kept a eye on that Linda lot. I just underestimated how far they went."
He looked at his future-self with uncertain caution. "Please tell me the Monk didn't send you. This kind of shenanigans is up his streak. He was the only one who ever knew about the cheat sheet. I didn't even tell the Master or Susan's Grandmother."
"Oh forget, Dunky boy." The New Doctor palmed off heading towards the console. "Missy, made him her pet for a while."
"Missy?"
"Oh em spoilers." The new Doctor corrected himself. "Anyways. While I love spending time with ya, I got to get back to London. The Fallahs are going to have a field day when they hear I met you."
"Don't you mean when I met me again?" The Fifth Doctor questioned crossing his arms.
"Yeah, meeting me again….what!" The New Doctor shouted annoyed.
The younger incarnation snickered. "Fool me once Doctor, shame on me. Fool me a seventieth time, well shame on me TEN fold." Finished off walking to his old controls.
"You remembered." The new Doctor realized. "The last Time Clash."
"Yep," number five musingly topped. Showing his future-self the console screen. Pointing at the computer screen. The words "MERGER." And "INFUSED DEMATERLIZATION." Boomed at the pair's view.
"Only, I would be so forgettable." The 5th Doctor berated himself. "After what happened before with the skinny fellow. I was expecting another time clash with one of you later boys."
"Or girls."
"What?"
"Oh nothing." The new Doctor pushed away. Facing his younger-self he couldn't help but proudly smile at his younger self's cheekiness. "Got admit, takes some real skill to pull out a fake out like that."
"Hey who is judging, you went with the Linda fanboy guise." The Fifth Doctor defended himself.
"Ahhh." The 15th Doctor, "Ehh that's the problem with getting old sonny. You, forget things. You forget the people you used to be at times. Even when you think you got it all down when you look back, something comes up reminding you, you only remember the basics, you forget the key stuff."
"Ah, don't worry old chap". The Doctor clapped his future-self's shoulder.
Taking one last sigh. The 15th Doctor recomposed himself and clapped his hands "Well, it was nice meeting me again but laws time bro. Got to go back to my timeline." He concluded pressing the sensors buttons. "So eh, where are we now anyways Doc? I remember I spent some time being solo when I was you. Finding the Master's Tardis? Teaming up with Leeta? The Wicked Sisters? Come of bruff were are ya?"
"I think you know where I am." The 5th Doctor sadly omitted.
"Dude, I told ya after a couple of centuries you forget shit. So come on where are we heading?"
The future Time-Lords fiddling was halted when his younger self allowed a few golden knitted specs to pour down from his hands. Dripping and spreading around the console controls. The new Doctor shakily and slowly took up the pieces into his hands. Feeling their touch sliver through his fingers. The unbearding coldness echoing out their specs.
"Adric." He tensed out.
The 5th Doctor nodded sadly, "After Omega's return. Tegan, she wanted to spend some time with her family before returning to the Tardis. Nyssa joined her for company of course. After all she is still reeling from losing Termas. I'm afraid Adric's death is still fresh for them. A need for family to quench their grief for a while…..even."
"Even, if it is only for a while." The New Doctor finished off. Clutching the specs into his fist tightly. Unwilling to let the small strands to be casted away.
"Adric." He repeated to himself. Closing his eyes morosely. Reeping his eyes open to face his past-self the new Doctor powerfully thrusted to the handle down. Causing the engine mighty hums to pour out.
"What are you!" The younger Doctor gaped. "Your meant to be splitting our Tardis's not, to jet us off too god knows where."
"I don't care!" The New Doctor demanded. Silencing his former self. "I told him what I am going to tell you. No more! No more wasting time. No More! Losing out because of out dam misery. No more time be angry at ourselves." The New Doctor warned. "For once were doing things which make us feel good! No more missing out the moment sunshine!"
"What are." Before he could finish his question. The Younger Doctor felt the Tardis stop. Despite knowing he shouldn't the young man couldn't resist the curiosity which lay behind him on his ships doors. Skipping to the entrance. The Doctor opened the archway to see what place beheld him.
"My word! Australia? Wait isn't that….you took us to her cousins!" The Doctor realized.
"Yep hon." The 15th Doctor came in wearing a pair of blue jeans which had once belonged to their fourth-self's original outfit.
"But."
"But nothing mate." The 15th Doctor silenced putting his finger on his younger-self lips. "Look, I know your hurting. You want to play the brave man. Show your made of steal so they don't have to see how much pain your in. When I look back on the stuff we missed. It hurts."
"We can't turn back time." The 5th Doctor sympathized.
"No, we can't. We just do what we always do find the spots we can. Were not the Monks. We don't interfere because of some personal idea of BS. We, just want to be a part of something that can matter. A moment were really are allowed be happy in. They matter. Miss out on this and your not gonna like it way down the line."
The Younger Doctor looked at the house, on the side. He could feel the warmness, lighting out the windows through the white snow.
"Tell me. Adric, when we…..we get new companions or the ones we once travelled with. Do, do any of them. Meet his….fate." He gulped.
The 15th Doctor's eye glowered down. "You, of all people know. The older you get, the more painful it gets."
"I understand." The Doctor confirmed. Offering, his arm to his future self. "Well Mr Osgood. I do believe our young ladies are waiting for us. Care to join me?"
A smile passed the 15th Doctor's lips. "It would be my please. Doctor."
Taking the arm. The two same men. Walked through the cold snow to join their companions. For a night merriment, kindness and love which echoed throughout five conners of time and space.
THE END