TIME CRASH IN THE TARDIS [OPEN]

[scarletta]

Amy walked into the TARDIS to find it very quiet and empty. She stepped sideways and looked around. The inside of the police box was different, and not in the way how it was bigger on the inside than out, but different interior. Of everything strange about the TARDIS, Amy was worried about the layout... maybe she was really going crazy. Maybe the Doctor just redesigned, she figured, he did weird things like that without her consent.

At the mention of the Doctor, her eyes widened. Where was he... And where was Rory for that mattered. "DOCTOR?" Amy called loudly, hearing her voice echo back. "RORY? WHERE DID YOU GUYS GO?" Amy sighed. Typical blokes, leaving her alone.

She looked around a bit, everything look so foreign to her. Amy remembered when she was seven how the Doctor said their was a swimming pool in the library, and then again when he finally returned saying things had changed, but things would turn up. But Amy never found neither the swimming pool, nor the library... the Doctor didn't like her wandering in the TARDIS on her own. Then again, he wasn't here to tell her 'no' was he?

Amy went through the nearest door, and then through the next, seeing rooms she never seen before. It was at the third door she heard her name being called. "DOCTOR?" Amy called back, trying to figure out exactly where his voice was coming from in the TARDIS. "DOCTOR?!" She called again. His voice sounded worried, Amy hoped he wasn't in any trouble, because if anyone was good at finding trouble it was the Doctor.

It didn't take long to find the Doctor, Amy just found the room where a lot of voices were coming from. "Doctor are you alright?" She asked in a rush voice, before she realized the room was quite full. "Excuse me, I didn't realize we had company..." Her eyes admittedly found Rory, and she stepped over to be next to him, not taking her eyes off the other people. It was when her eyes spotted the blond next to her husband, "And what are you suppose to be?"

[The Tenth Doctor]

The Doctor watched bowtie man for a moment as he took his sonic screwdriver and actually licked it like he would do when he wanted to know things. The Doctor couldn’t help but laugh when Rose started to get a little bit angry like she always did, he could tell by her voice and body movements that she was but he wasn’t going to say anything about it yet. Big ears was acting a little bit confused he laughed when the guy frowned and folded his arms in exactly the same manner that he would do from the past. “Hey that’s the one. Haven’t done that for ages well not recently anyway.” The Doctor explained to big ears when he folded his arms.

“Where did I get this from?” The Doctor asked waving his sonic screwdriver across big ears face while smiling. “Well from you silly.” The Doctor explained. He couldn’t quiet get it that he was seeing himself before he regenerated into what he looked like now. This was amazing but he gathered that it wouldn’t be good for the universe though it was still fantastic which way you looked at it. “Martha yes she just departed when this happened.” The Doctor explained to bowtie man. When bowtie man brought all three men together The Doctor just realized that this bowtie man might actually be him a version of him from a distant future.

“I’m still not ginger!” The Doctor groaned as he brushed his hand through bowtie man’s hair. “When am I going to be ginger?” The Doctor asked. “Well at least your hair is an improvement from big ears over here.” The Doctor laughed at his own joke. Just then his eyes came across the Tardis words. “Over here bowtie.” The Doctor pointed to the words time crash. “The Tardis just answered your question. Now all we have to do is to figure out how to fix this.” The Doctor added in, this was going to be a very long day indeed but a good day after all it’s not every day that there are three doctors all in the same room.

[DONNA NOBLE]

Donna had to say: despite how much she had wanted to join the Doctor on all these grand adventures of his, she just couldn’t figure out how anyone could sleep on this thing. She had woken up a little over an hour ago. Well, officially anyway. Donna had been waking up all night, unable to sleep. She had only been travelling with the Doctor for a couple of weeks, and all the noise that the TARDIS made certainly wasn’t helping her get her beauty sleep. She had finally given up and had risen to begin her daily ritual of getting cleaned up and dressed. What? You didn’t expect her to look like this from just a few minutes of preparation, did you? Donna had spent that last hour making herself presentable, and at the end of it, she had barely woken up more than she had been when she had first risen. She sighed, annoyed, at her reflection in the mirror. She dabbed a bit more makeup under her eyes, muttering as she did so. “Look at those eyes. You’d think I was getting’ old or somethin’!”

She had taken to the hallways next. The Doctor had mentioned that the ship wasn’t really a ship but a living thing at one point. If that were true, then the TARDIS sure wasn’t helping her to navigate her way around the place. Donna ended up in what looked like a rather large wardrobe, followed by a library, then a kitchen… and a few other dozen rooms, before she even got near to the console room. She wondered idly if the Doctor had his own room. Or did the Doctor even sleep? Donna thought that the Doctor was so alien more often than not anyway. Ever since she had met him on the day that she was supposed to get married to Lance… She didn’t want to think about it. But still, even since travelling with the Doctor, he still seemed more Martian than ever. Or Time Lord. Or whatever he was supposed to be. Did Time Lords sleep? Donna snorted; the Doctor was so skinny that he probably didn’t need much anyway to keep his paper-thin body going. Then again, he did have an ungodly amount of energy…

In what Donna figured (and hoped) to be the hallway that led to the console room, she heard a rise in the noise level. She paused halfway, listening. Were those voices she heard? She thought the Doctor had said that there was only him. Why did it sound like there were several people in there? Did he just invite a bunch of people in? She suddenly realized that everything seemed as though it had shifted. She blinked at the thought. Shifted? How could it have… The walls were different. Though she didn’t want to admit that things were off, they were quite definitely wrong. She was still in the TARDIS – or at least she thought she was – but the walls looked different. Not terribly, but just enough that she, without much time in the TARDIS yet, could tell. The voices were louder, and she could tell that it definitely seemed like they were in the next room. Donna walked a little further down the hallway, peering into the console room from around the corner. A man in big ears stood by a blonde. She saw the Doctor there, too, grinning like his usual self, though still a bit confused. A man with a strange mop of hair and a bow tie stood too near a rather thin woman and an almost-laughable man that seemed like he had no idea what was going on.

Donna, of course, had no idea what was going on either, so the sight before her only made things worse. What, was there a party going on? Couldn’t the Doctor have at least warned her? She glanced down at her clothes; she could have put something a little more decent on. Deciding to dive into things, as per her normal, Donna straightened up and walked straight into the middle of the group. “Oi,” she said, glancing around. “Who are you lot?” She turned to address the Doctor with annoyed expression. “You could’ve told me that you were invitin’ a bunch of people on the TARDIS. What’s goin’ on, anyway?”

[the valeyard]

NO ESCAPING WHEN I START ONCE I'M
IN I OWN YOUR HEART THERE'S NO WAY TO
RING THE ALARM SO HOLD ON 'TIL IT'S OVER

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There wasn’t really much going on today for the Valeyard, the TARDIS rested inside the Vortex. After having finished a cup of tea and a small banana, the Valeyard began to wander around the TARDIS’s many corridors. He wasn’t after anything in particular, his companion was probably somewhere deep in the TARDIS. But the Valeyard was in no mood to even meet with them. The TARDIS herself had been acting a bit funny, but this wasn’t something rare for her. The Valeyard could visit one of the more advanced planets and make a few repairs, but that would be done later. He wanted some peace, some time to rest up. He’d been busy lately, jumping from planet to planet. From era to era without stop, learning and planning for hours. It was time he got some rest, Time Lords didn’t need sleep like humans need. But that didn’t mean that such a thing was good for them here and there.

The Library was quiet, the smell of old and new books filled the room. The walls themselves glowed bight, illuminating the room. The moment the Valeyard stepped inside this ones darkened, the TARDIS sensing his wishes. He sat in one his favorites chairs, picking a dark a small book, the pages were yellow but the writing was still visible. While he as still the Doctor he’d sometimes write in small diaries, usually he ended up forgetting. But such things still reminded within the TARDIS, the Valeyard himself had hidden such objects away. Buts he sometimes, maybe to annoy me caused them to reappear in unexpected places. More than once he’d found a picture or an old object that had once belonged to a companion. He knew that she was still trying to get her old Doctor back, he could throw her out. Create a new one from her old bones, but the TARDIS was his companion. The one he would never leave behind.

He returned the book to the table, he would hide it again later. For now, he sat in one of the large couches. The room felt a lot warmer now and the change of lightning was already making him sleepy, before he knew it h was already deep in his dreams. The Valeyard wasn’t sure how long he slept, but he was sure that he would have stayed in that favorable state for a few hours more. Unfortunately that wasn’t a choice for him to make. The TARDIS shook suddenly, throwing the Valeyard right of the couch and into the wooden floor. There was a loud bang and before se could do it all again, the Valeyard was running down the corridors and hopefully into the control room. This couldn’t be happening, the Valeyard was sure that he had locked the controls, not even his companion could control her. Not even in the chances that an intruder could get in, they would still be unable to use her in any form. The Valeyard knew that something was deeply wrong here.

As the Valeyard came closer to the console room, he could hear clear voices. Voices that didn’t belong to his companion, but were very familiar and unwanted. He opened the door, appearing in a set of stairs, bellow him a large group had formed. The Valeyard bit down on his lips, he had removed his coat when he had settled. In the hurry he hadn’t bothered to fix it. He began to descend, making as much noise as he could. His hair, with straws of it’s natural ginger bounced in his head. He fastened the bottoms of his waistcoat before finally standing before the group. He could recognize from his own memories the Ninth, Tenth and Eleventh forms of the Doctor. Besides them stood Rose Tyler, Amelia Pond, Rory Williams and Donna Noble who had made her entrance just moments before himself. He looked around the TARDIS, this one belonged to his Ninth or Tenth Doctor. A paradox of sorts probably.

“What have you done, Doctors.” The Valeyard glared at them(himself). He wanted to meet the Doctor, but at his own terms. He didn’t like things he had no control over. He liked to have the lead in things, to be a step ahead of everyone else. This disadvantage meant weakness and weaknesses lead to failure and in the end death. The Valeyard moved quickly around the console, touching it mentally contacting the TARDIS. This was indeed Ninth’s TARDIS, so afraid and alone no longer able to call into other ships like her. Hear dear child, she would never be full again after the Time War.. He finally stood before Rose Tyler, there was a lost look in her face. Probably hoping for the Doctor to giver her an explanation. He wrapped a hand around her arm, pulling her up and wrapping the other one around her neck. Rose gasped at the sudden movement, looking at him and at the Ninth Doctor.

“Now, I don’t like any of you Doctors. But if any of you try and restrain or even touch me, Ms. Tyler here may be my first text subject on the effects of getting sonicked right in her head.” Rose moved a little bit in her hands, trying to push him off, but for the most part he was much taller than her, his restrain on her wasn’t giving in. Finally giving up she glared up at him, before returning her attention to the other members of the group.

&&WORD COUNT: 936
&&TAGS: Time Lords and their pets.
&&NOTE: This counts as Rose's post.

[THE ELEVENTH DOCTOR]

★All the Strange Strange Creatures★

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The Doctor smiled as Amy emerged from the door. He ran up to her and smiled "I have a lot to tell you, Pond!" he grabbed her hand and ran back over to the group of past Doctor's "Amy meet Rose Tyler" he said, directing her to Rose, laughing.

The other Doctor brushed his hand through the Doctor's hair commenting “I’m still not ginger!” the Doctor smiled awkwardly as the tenth him commented on his hair "I did loose the eyebrows, I miss your eyebrows" he ran over to the TARDIS console as Ten called him. He scanned the words and frowned "This is tricky..... This is very, extremely tricky" Nothing was making sense, how was he supposed to fix this? The TARDIS seemed smaller now, the whole room buzzing with noise, with every new arrival, it was making it harder for the Doctor to think. He frowned as he tried to think "Can you all just shut up!?" he yelled, the room went silent "OK, so we crashed, we crashed in time, we had a time crash. But why? Why now?" he paced the room, talking and thinking at a million miles an hour.

The TARDIS gave another violent jolt, the Doctor fell straight on his back. And yet again, another person came out from a door. A familiar voice yelled out “You could’ve told me that you were invitin’ a bunch of people on the TARDIS. What’s goin’ on, anyway?” it was the one voice he knew he wouldn't hear again, couldn't hear again, can't hear again "Donna?" he asked quietly. He remembered the day he wiped her memory of him, and now here she was, in the TARDIS.

A door swung open, a staircase appearing. It was dark, unsettling, and sinister, it wasn't right, it wasn't his TARDIS. A man stepped out of the stairwell, his face making a smirk, he was tall, his hair curly and black. The Doctor frowned as the man spoke “What have you done, Doctors.” how did he know who he was? The man went up to Rose, putting his arm around her neck “Now, I don’t like any of you Doctors. But if any of you try and restrain or even touch me, Ms. Tyler here may be my first text subject on the effects of getting sonicked right in her head.” the Doctor stared at the man, clenching his teeth "Who are you? What do you want?" Rose struggled in the mans arms, she tried to break free, but the Doctor knew she couldn't "Leave her alone" he said harshly. Who was this man, how did he know him....

[nine]

j a c k . o f . a l l . t r a d e s

It was a bit aggravating really, the ways a million things could be happening at once but at the same time, nothing was getting done. Sideburns and Bow Tie, both of whom the Doctor was reluctantly beginning to believe were his future selfs, were either blithering like a pair of daft fools, or speculating aloud to no comprehensible conclusion. The Doctor kept his arms folded when oh hell more people showed up in hisTARDIS, two ginger girls, in fact, and if his frown was to deepen anymore, he would swer his lips would fall right off his face. It was a veritable party in here now, though none of the guests were invited nor particularly appreciated.

The Doctor recognized no one save Rose of course, so though he watched the other two Doctors pine over their presumable companions, he didn't feel any attachment sentimentally to the events. He was actually getting a bit grouchy over the way Sideburns kept looking at his Rose, sensing that something possibly very, very wrong was going to happen between the two of them in future. But not wanting to dwell on that, or continue standing in the immediate path of Rose's very best "I Hate You So Much Right Now" look, the Doctor cleared his throat, reluctantly removed his hands to his pockets, and went to examine the cryptic message on the TARDIS's display screen.

It was obvious now, of course, between the flashing messages, to conclude what had happened. A Time Crash of sorts, something the Doctor had yet to experience in this regeneration but was apparently used to the idea in the future. He whapped the screen a couple of times to try and get the message to come in more clearly while he thought, his other hand gripping a knob on the console. He flicked it experimentally but to no avail; the TARDIS was unresponsive, and the Doctor was beginning to think that he may as well give it up as a bad job. There were other things to worry about at the moment, anyway.

Like what Bow Tie kept going on about, for instance. A bit too distraught to bother meeting the other companions, the Doctor busied himself with figuring out Why this would happen... Why now? as Bow Tie had voiced only moments before. The only explanation the Doctor could come up with was that something must have gone wrong in his future, as Rose and he weren't up to any shenanigans lately. Hell, he was still recovering from being briefly killed a few days ago, and for a while they hadn't visited anywhere. They'd just been floating in space, biding their time. That only left the other two future selves to blame. Not knowing which regeneration came first, he couldn't pin the blame on either of them really, except to guess that one of them might have accidentally popped back into his past time stream and collided his TARDIS with the other two.

Beyond that, the Doctor still hadn't a clue.

"Rose, I think-" The Doctor straightened and looked over at her, releasing his hold on the console, when another tremendous lurch sent him staggering and falling back into one of the coral columns. His head smacked painfully against it and he swore loudly, clambering quickly after to his feet to look over the new damage. The TARDIS was still intact, and though everyone aboard was looking worse for wear, they seemed relatively unharmed. Still, though, the Doctor said nothing to anyone but kept his eyes trained firmly on Rose.

Perhaps that was why he didn't see him coming.

Suddenly, a hand clamped around Rose's throat, and a tall, dark, imposing man glared into her dark eyes. “What have you done, Doctors?” He hissed, and the Doctor, inexplicably, froze. This... that man... he couldn't be...?

“Now, I don’t like any of you Doctors. But if any of you try and restrain or even touch me, Ms. Tyler here may be my first text subject on the effects of getting sonicked right in her head.”

"Leave her alone!" One of the Doctors commanded harshly, and at that moment the Doctor regain control of his sense. No one was going to come onto his TARDIS and threaten the woman he lo-- and threaten Rose. This day was shit from the beginning and this Doctor had had quite enough. Explanations would just have to wait, because Rose was in danger and that just could not happen.

"I'm not in the mood to give second chances today, mate, or even firsts." The Doctor quickly drew his sonic screwdriver, already dialed to setting 6.43⁸, and fired it for his worth at the man threatening Rose. If it connected in the way he intended, the other man's sonic would be rendered temporarily useless, overwhelmed with sonic energy and agitated quarks. He wouldn't hurt the man despite his big words, because Rose... Rose was teaching him better. No he wouldn't hurt him with his sonic screwdriver.

Not yet, anyway.

c o u n t : 980
t a g s : The whole lot of you
n o t e s : You touch Rose, you die. D<

[scarletta]

A lot of things in the past through days or however you explained the time of time traveling had given Amy a headache. Her imaginary friend coming back, Rory being erased from time and then coming back later as a Roman, her parents coming back, being married, remembering the Doctor, ect. However, lately, Amy had been quiet headache free, as she spent her honeymoon with her new husband as the Doctor decided where to take them. It no longer bothered her that the blue box was bigger on the inside than out and could travel though time and dimension, nor that she traveled with a bow tie wearing alien. No, it never really bothered her her messed up her whole life was, no it was rather the events that happened in her screwed up life that made her head hurt.

If there was ever a time for a headache it would be now. There were so many people in the TARDIS, each looking as confused as her, yet there was the Doctor beaming at her like a little kid at Christmas. He brought her to a semi-pretty (because saying she was really pretty was not for Amy to decided) girl who was apparently named Rose Tyler. She was probably some model or a stripper? Amy shouldn't be talking... she was a kissogram or used to be anyways. But the way the Doctor was looking at the girl, made Amy stomach hurt. He knew her, he defiantly knew her and that looked suggest much more than just knowing. Much, much more. Yuck. Amy didn't want to think about that; He was her Doctor, even if he wasn't her in a romantic way. Amy had Rory. Amy loved Rory. Yet, why did she feel a pain of jealousy. Why should she care who the Doctor use to see, who he had feelings for. She didn't care when she thought River Song was her life, so why care now... it was because the Doctor never gave River that look. The lovesick puppy look. But apparently, Amy had nothing to worry about, because Blondie wasn't returning the look. Oh no, Blondie eye's kept glancing over at Mr. Sideburns and the dude with Big Ears was giving Mr. Sideburns the look of death. And of course their was Amy's awkward husband, oh and another ginger who walked in after her.

"Doctor who are all these people?" She questioned, feeling as if she just got knocked in the head with a meteor. When the TARDIS lurched, Amy grabbed on to the Doctor so she wouldn't fall, and ignored the look Rory gave her. He still didn't trust her, Amy noted, well, he did trust her, but not with the Doctor. She made a mistake one time and that is all her husband could focus on. She murmured her thanks, before stabilizing herself.

It was than when a voice spoke out and grabbed Rose. A lot of voices went off at once, from the Doctor and the other two men she didn't know. Something made Blondie important and than Amy saw their faces. She was all really important to all of them. Oh this was weird. “Now, I don’t like any of you Doctors. But if any of you try and restrain or even touch me, Ms. Tyler here may be my first text subject on the effects of getting sonicked right in her head.” Amy turned sharply. "Who do you think you are, just comin in here acting like Mr. Tough guy?

[DONNA NOBLE]

The room full of people wasn’t getting any clearer to Donna. The man with the ridiculous bow tie, however, whispered her name in a questioning tone. She started a little, raising her eyebrows in surprise. “And just who are you?” she demanded somewhat harshly. That old defense of Donna’s – being rude and more than a little discourteous when faced with something she didn’t understand. How could he possibly know her? She’d never met him in her life! Many of the others still looked about as confused as she, but she didn’t know why this bow tie man could have a little higher knowledge than the others. The other ginger in the room questioned the man that she was herself questioning; and she had called him Doctor. Doctor? What?

Everything lurched, and Donna was thrown towards the console. She caught herself, but rubbed her soar hand from the impact.

If things were confusing enough already, it only got worse when another person stepped into the room after her. However, there was something about the newest addition that sent a chill up her spine and a feeling that she couldn’t shake. He seemed at ease with the various members in the room, almost as if he knew everyone. Well, that meant at least one of them, minus perhaps the one in the bow tie. He was a happy-go-lucky sort of fellow, perhaps with a mouth even more annoying than the Doctor’s. This new man was skinny as well, but a little more filled out than the Doctor she travelled with, and his hair was full of darker ginger (and somewhat messy) hair. She looked with distaste at the man that exuded an almost obnoxious amount of confidence as he addressed the majority of the men as ‘doctors.’ Doctors? Donna looked around the room. Were these men that seemed so confused with each other seriously the Doctor? No way! The Doctor had alluded that he could change his appearance before, but there was no way that Donna could believe that. It was just so… so… impossible! Besides, how could three hims be here anyway?

And just who was this man that he knew them all? He stood there, almost calculatingly, as though trying to figure out just what he could do to make the most impact. Whatever had caused this group of people to come together, no one really knew what happened or what to do about it. It seemed the newcomer wanted to take advantage of the situation, or at least somehow get an upperhand in the situation. He was quick in his movements, darting across the space quick enough that no one could stop him or even figure out what he was doing as it was happening. His hands circled the blonde woman’s arm and neck, one after the other, in the most terrifying way. Donna gasped, eyes widened in shock as she glanced at the others to see what they would do. The man was threatening to ‘sonic’ the blonde’s head, and Donna wondered if he was a… Time Lord, or whatever the Doctor had called himself. But hadn’t he said that he was alone? Who was this man then? And who was this blonde woman, that she was so special and these other men would know her simultaneously?

Somehow, the name ‘Rose’ came to mind. When Donna had first met the Doctor, it had been right after Rose had gotten trapped somewhere or another. But it couldn’t be her. How could they all know her? Donna realized that her questioning didn’t matter. What did, however, was that this woman was in danger, and she hadn’t even done a thing! The others around her were stirred as well, including those that were supposedly other Doctors. One even drew a sonic screwdriver that was terribly similar to the Doctor’s own that she travelled with. Could it really be? She furrowed her brow. The other ginger woman near her inserted her own comment, and Donna was again furiously bothered by this hostile man’s presence and actions. “Yeah,” she threw out herself. “And what tha hell do you think you’re doin’, anyway?”