Continues from "robot of Sherwood" and "victory or the daleks"
The twelfth doctor steps back into the Tardis with Clara waiting for him at the console. "Admit it. You like him." She says, a grin growing on her face.
"Well, I'm leaving him a present, aren't I." He says, a hint of mystery in his voice as he steps up to the console and begins the start up sequence. The Tardis gently dematerialises, and just as the doctor steps up to put in directions, the whole Tardis starts to shake.
"Doctor, what was that?" Clara asked whilst staring him down.
"Oh, nothing. Just a bump in the time vortex. Nothing to worry about." He smiles at her, but she sees straight through it.
"Don't you lie to me, doctor. I can see it in your big eyebrows. Somethings wrong."
"Well, there's a chance I just crossed into my own timestream. But it's not like it could cause the end of the universe. Probably."
The eleventh doctor starts up the Tardis, talking to Amy as he goes. "So! What's next? A little bit of danger? Some more adventuring perhaps?" The Tardis groans and then begins to shake.
"Doctor, what was that?"
"Ah. Well, you see. It looks as though I've passed into my own timestream. Nothing to worry about, simple mistake. I may want to go and check it out, however." With a loud crash, the Tardis lands. "Let's take a look, shall we?" He swings open the door and jumps out, wandering up to a second Tardis and pushing open the door. "Anyone home?"
"Doctor, not so fast."
The twelfth doctor looks up from the console and watches as the eleventh doctor and Amy walk in. "Oh, great. It's you. Chinny. Have you never heard of knocking?"
Amy, looking surprised, stares at him. "Are you… Scottish?"
"No, I'm not Scottish. I'm from Gallifrey. There's no Scotland on Gallifrey."
The eleventh doctor gives him a glance of disappointment. "What's with the eyebrows? And how long has it been since you regenerated? You look 2,000 years old."
"Yes, there's a reason for that. Anyway, what are you doing here?"
The eleventh doctor looks hurt. "Me? You're the one who dragged my Tardis here. I thought you would know better than to cross your time stream. Do you have any idea what damage you could have done?"
Twelve rolls his eyes. "You're not my mother. Let's just get this fixed and be on our way."
As the doctors argue with themselves, Clara and Amy approach each other. Amy looks up and down at Clara. "So, you're the doctors newest companion. Do you come after me?"
Clara nods. "A little while after, but yeah. Someone's got to keep him in line."
"Right you are. Come with me, back to our Tardis. We can talk in private.