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The Doctor is In [Closed, Active]

Character(s): The Doctor. Yes, both of them.
Content: Eleven goes to find Ten, worrying about his TARDIS.
Setting: St. Destino.
Time: Early afternoon, week 25
Warnings: Two Doctors in one place. If that doesn't scare you, nothing will.

The Doctor half-stumbled his way towards the church his younger self had mentioned, still disoriented, disheveled, and rather wanting more fish custard. Fish custard; that was new. Never wanted that one before, unless one counted that time on Skaro when – blimey. Was it always this off-putting when he regenerated? Well, he’d fainted outright the last time; at least this time it was just fish custard and walking into trees, which meant he was thankful this place didn't seem to have very many so far. And the chin! He didn’t know if he’d ever get used to that chin. Well, he’d have to check out the bone structure later, in case he needed a good shave, but not now; there was a mystery afoot.

Truth be told, he'd been having a bit of a rough time, lately. Between the end of time, the remnants of his race dying, and the violent regeneration, the newly-christened Eleventh Doctor was more than ready to fix his TARDIS as soon as possible and get out of here. Of course, it wasn't going to be that easy, according to his younger self - and if the Doctor knew anything, it was that he knew what he was talking about. There was also the fact that people needed help, and he wasn't about to walk away from that, no matter how irritable he might be at the time or how tired he was. The Time Lord pressed on, determined to make his way to the church (why a church? He'd never been particularly religious; there had to be something there, something important, even if it was privacy) - and there it was! After nearly an hour of walking about, following the map on his journal and muttering under his breath at useless bloody maps, he'd found it. The tall man looked about the place, walking around the outside (and it was so like him to be hanging around a creepy old building like this) until he managed to spot his younger self, leaning casually against the TARDIS.

"Oi!" he called, a grin on his face. "You there! The Doctor will see you now!"

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It wasn't the first time he'd bumped into himself by any means. It had happened more than once and it had been often times more than just one other of him too. Of course, bumping into himself was something he avoided, but there wasn't any way he could have avoided this, especially if he, apparently, didn't remember any of this. It was not really a surprising development, but slightly troubling.

Not as troubling, of course, as the fact he was meeting a future him. Freshly regenerated, at that. He knew eventually, obviously, he would undoubtedly regenerate, but it was something he really did hope wouldn't be happening soon. Of course, that was assuming it was his... eleven? Eleventh self. It could be his twelfth or thirteenth, for all he knew. Although, he rather hoped it wasn't his last. Really hopefully it wasn't...

The Doctor was glad he'd been able to convince his other self to come here. He could keep an eye on him then. He claimed his regeneration had gone smoothly, but the Doctor wasn't so sure of that. He was always a bit unstable after a regeneration, and this one seemed to be no exception. Although it certainly wasn't one of his worst. His eighth self's had been probably the worst. His own hadn't gone too well. And, blimey, poor Peri, his sixth hadn't been particularly good. Neither had been his fifth come to think of it... that poor scarf...

He might have gone on a good while longer thinking of this, had the voice not stirred him from his thoughts.

Jerking up his head, the Doctor saw, well, himself. Oh, he knew it was him, there was no doubt of that, but also was the grim fact that he knew for certain, right away, which one of him this was, which made him pause. The shirt, tie, pants and even the shoes--it was his clothing. What was left of it, anyways. His eleventh self. His very ragged eleventh self. Blimey.

It took a moment to shake off shock, but he quickly recovered, pushing away from the TARDIS to approach his older, but rather younger looking self.

"Well. Hello, I suppose," he said, with a wry grin.

That look. The Eleventh Doctor knew that look; in fact, he was sure he'd given it in the past - of course he had. He was thick, that was for sure, but that would improve with time... he hoped. Maybe it was all a part of growing old. The Doctor brushed his thoughts away and waved. "Hello," he said. "I'd say long time, no see, but... well." He looked over the younger Doctor, bemused. "Blimey. I forgot I used to have that coat." He'd loved that coat, but it didn't suit him now. He looked back at the tenth Doctor's face, still grinning. "Right!" he said, as though he were continuing a conversation. "what have you been up to here? Having fun, I hope? Hello." He nodded pleasantly, to both the previous Doctor and the TARDIS, greeting them as old, familiar friends.

"It figures you'd be in an old, creepy place like this," he continued, examining the church on tiptoe and leaning from side to side. "What's in here, then, another dimension? An old, forgotten legend? Stairs?"

How could he forget he had this coat? He didn't go and lose it, did he? No. No, he wouldn't just lose it. He liked that coat. This coat. The one he was wearing. Well, anyways, point was... Oh. Or was this the regeneration talking again? Probably the regeneration. Hopefully, anyways.

"Something like that," he replied. While some of it had been fun, he'd admit, there was a whole lot he would have liked to have skipped.

"Well, funny you should mention that, stairs that is. Castles tend to have a lot of those, and this one is no exception," the Doctor said, not minding the change in subjects at all. "In this here church is a door, and a hallway, and stairs leading to, well, another 'world'. Or another floor with a world created in it, anyways."

The now-eleventh Doctor had been a little preoccupied with saving the universe (again) and his regeneration to remember his coat. He hoped he still had it, if only for nostalgia's sake. Clearing his throat, he looked over at the tenth Doctor and nodded. "Ah, yes, I've heard that around here." Not that he'd been here long, but there had been a lot of people replying to his queries, and he'd learned a bit about this strange place, even if he had yet to really set foot inside the city.

"This is fantastic!" he continued, grinning with childlike wonder at the area around him. "Time and space colliding in all but the literal sense of the word, a mysterious organization..." he trailed off, chuckling fondly. "I'll never get done saving people.

"Right," he continued, clapping his hands together. "TARDIS. Possibly burning."

Clearly the Doctor had been here too long. Far far too long, in his opinion. He'd long since lost much excitement about it. Oh, not to say some exciting, the good exciting mind, things didn't happen, but... no, no any real excitement about a new place had long since died. He was getting rather fed up, actually, what with the answers so eluding him.

"Bur-burning?!" the Doctor quickly had his attention back on his other self. "You didn't say anything about burning! What did YOU DO?"

Of course, his TARDIS was standing here fine, but the TARDIS was the TARDIS, it was still his and burning, apparently. Clearly his other self was in not finished cooking alright. He wouldn't have left the TARDIS like this.

"Right! C'mon then. Where's the TARDIS?" the Doctor prompted, wanting to see it for himself. He was worried now.

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While the Eleventh Doctor was definitely annoyed at the prospect of being stuck, he was also feeling decidedly more enthusiastic than he initially thought he would. There was still so much in the universe he had yet to see, still so much to learn and experience, and the thought of that, he thought, would never get old.

"Yep!" he replied, hands in his pockets. Wait... what was that in there? The Doctor blinked, confused, before pulling out his sonic screwdriver. "Well, look at that!" he exclaimed. "I suppose I was lying about leaving it at Amelia's. Is that the kind of person I am now, the kind that can't tell whether or not what he's saying is a lie? Well," he continued with a grin. "I suppose I'm worse than you, now.

"Now for the TARDIS. It's at - what was it called - Nifleheim." The tall man wrinkled his nose. "Bit gaudy for a Nifleheim, don't you think?"

"Niflheim! Right! Good!" the Doctor exclaimed, glad his other self had finally answered the question. His patience was wearing a bit thin, though he knew it was all likely part of the regeneration... still he wanted to see the TARDIS for himself, and time was being wasted.

At least Niflheim was the closest gate. Thank goodness for small miracles sometimes. That explained how his other self had arrived here so quickly.

The Tenth Doctor didn't waste any time. He passed by his Eleventh self, only slowing only to partially walk backwards for a few steps while he spoke.

"Come on! You can figure out what sort of person you are on the way!"

"Yep! Nifleheim!" the Doctor replied, following his younger self, his arms held stiffly at his side. "No," he decided firmly, "that won't work." He began swinging his arms instead and nodded in approval. "There, now. That's much better. Never liked being stiff." He chuckled a little, catching up to the Tenth Doctor with ease. "So," he began, "this is a place where anyone can show up at any time." He paused a bit, chewing over the information he'd gathered so far before continuing. "What else shows up?"

Surely this wasn't just a matter of people, especially with the way the natives of this city acted and considering they were in a castle that apparently held entire worlds. There was more to even that, he knew - someone had to be behind this.

"Well... nothing much else, actually, now that you mention it," the Doctor replied. There was the TARDIS, but that was about all the Doctor could think of off the the top of his head, although he hadn't exactly checked in about that. "It's mostly just people."

"Although, apparently some recognize the places on the other floors," the Doctor added. He hadn't got past Destiny Island himself to see the other floors for himself yet, however. No lack of interest, just with the Master here and everything else going on... Well, at least the odds were a bit better now. It was very likely this version of himself did know about the Master as he was now.

"Well, then, we need to see the other floors," replied the Doctor, grinning, mentally adding after we've seen to everything else around here to the sentence. He wasn't willing to risk the Master starting something while he was off... well, being him. Flitting about, solving everything he could and enjoying every bloody minute of it wouldn't help with him. Well, maybe it would; he'd have to find out.

"Oh, right! I forgot about that!" the Doctor exclaimed, seemingly out of nowhere. He looked over at the tenth incarnation with a knowing nod. "Yes. I need to know what you've been up to." He needed to catch up on events in this place as quickly as possible, and who better to bring him on on things than himself?

He would ask that, wouldn't he? Of course, he'd ask that, though. It was himself, after all. He'd have asked it. "Welllll, you know. The usual things. Exploring... talking... running..."

"It's just the figuring things out that's been eluding me, this time round," the Doctor said, continuing along. It was almost a bit embarrassing. Usually he'd have had this all worked out by now, but this was a tough one. He was at a disadvantage here. There was so much about this place that didn't conform with what he knew. Creatures of Darkness... Kingdom Hearts... Magic. It wasn't their universe.

Edited 2011-01-05 07:27 (UTC)

The Doctor nodded, quite understanding what the other was getting at. "This isn't our universe," he replied, as though in answer to the Tenth's thoughts. And not just an alternate universe, either, where it was just a matter of figuring out what was different and going from there; a brand new (to them, at least) place where literally anything could happen. Despite the situation, he just couldn't stop grinning. Nevermind the fact that they were essentially trapped here with no way out (although that would definitely begin to irritate him as it really began to sink in), this was positively fabulous!

"No, it definitely isn't..." the Doctor agreed.

Continuing across the fields, it wasn't hard to pick out the familiar shape of the TARDIS. Picking up the pace, the Doctor rushed to the doors, examining the box a moment. Oh yes, this was definitely his TARDIS. There was no doubt at all. Not that he'd really doubted the other Doctor that he was, well, him. None the less, any lingering doubts were gone now.

"Aww, what have I done to you?" he said quietly, clearly speaking to the TARDIS as he looked the doors over, before trying to push his key in the lock. Of course, it wouldn't unlock. Digging into his inner jacket pocket, he withdrew the sonic screwdriver waving it over the lock, then along the seam. He wouldn't be able to open it with the sonic screwdriver, but he could least figure something out from it. It wasn't good.

"It's no good."

The Doctor gently patted his TARDIS as he came closer. "Oi," he told his younger self, slightly defensive, "I told you, I regenerated." Of course, he'd regenerated after having lingered far longer than he should have, but he'd wanted to say goodbye to everyone first. Really, it was more nostalgic than he was used to being, but it had been worth it... at least, he hoped so. He didn't want the TARDIS to suffer for his own sake, especially when she'd been with him all this time.

Swallowing a bit nervously, he looked over at his younger self. "I'd just done a quick hop in time to stabilize her when I ended up here. That might have something to do with it; normally, she'd have picked herself up by now." The TARDIS was nothing if not capable - at least, that's what he thought.

"Well, obviously it didn't work and, yes, I know you regenerated, but from what? I've regenerated lots of times in the TARDIS and this never happened, so clearly something happened to the TARDIS to cause it to burn," he said, giving his older (yet still somehow younger and not ginger...) self a searching look. What could have happened to cause this to happen to the TARDIS not to mention himself? Perhaps he couldn't remember? He already seemed unstable. If he was having problems with his memory it would come at no surprise at this point.

Burning implied there'd been some kind of explosion perhaps? Which made the TARDIS burn and triggered his regeneration? That was his best guess so far.

"Well," the Eleventh replied, shifting uncomfortably, "I can't tell you how I regenerated, and you know it. Spoilers." He put a finger to his lips and made a hushing noise. He remembered it all too well, being that it had been not too long ago. He looked at the TARDIS, worried. "I just tried to do a quick five-minute hop into the future to stabilize her, and I ended up here instead." That might have something to do with it, and given what he'd heard about this place and its habit of pulling people in, he was sure he'd put the coordinates in correctly.

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