Something was very wrong.
The Doctor sucked in a deep breath and looked down ... at himself.
The other him, technically the First him, scowled up at
him. Then down and up him. Then, he harrumphed. None of the hims since the First had ever
quite harrumphed with as much skill. “So,
this is me now, hmm?”
The Doctor number Eleven folded his arms in his tweed jacket
and squinted at the other one. “You
never did approve of much of anything, did you?”
“Nonsense! I approve
of plenty that’s worth approving of!” He
seized the lapels of his coat and shook his white hair back. “Of course, it’s folly for any of you to
think you could be as good as,” he chuckled, “the original. But to be such poor replacements!” He shook his head and clucked his
tongue.
The Eleventh straightened and thrust his fists at his sides,
his mouth scrunched up like a child having a tantrum. “Oh, the nerve!” A finger pointed directly at his younger
nose. “You have always thought you’re
better than everyone, and that is one thing I am quite happy to say I outgrew a
long while ago!”
“Indeed?” Unperturbed
by the finger in his face, the First smirked at his elder. “Then, why is it that you argue when a
serious situation has landed us in this conversation, hmm? You know, this is just like the first time,
when I’m the only one who can stay on task.”
He strolled off, tugging smugly at the lapels of his jacket, and a look
on his face that said he might start whistling any moment.
Eleven stared at the place his original predecessor had been
standing, his finger still pointed at now empty air, his mouth working
furiously for some kind of retort that wouldn’t just make him sound petty. In the end, he whirled around and spat out, “You
started it!”
“Ah-ah.” One twitched
a finger over his shoulder in reprimand.
“I merely commented that we were the same person. You insulted me first. So, what are we to do about the TARDIS, hmm?”
Growling under his breath, the Eleventh stalked over to
stand next to One and folded his arms to eye the two TARDISs, their back ends
fused together, with the doors facing opposite directions. Even the control rooms inside had been fused
together, but as they’d crashed together, both TARDISs had been evacuated too
quickly to do anything about it then.
Amy was standing near the door of the older TARDIS, her jaw
hanging open and staring at the old man, while Ian and Barbara stood opposite
her, staring at the two Doctors and speaking in low tones. Ah, good old Ian and Barbara. But they were alone. Susan must have just left. A small, sad smile tugged at the Doctor’s
mouth as he thought of Susan.
Another harrumph broke the Eleventh Doctor out of his
reminiscing, and he blinked at the scowl of his younger self. “You really ought to have been more careful!”
“What?” Eleven
blinked again. “I should have been more careful?
Why is it specifically my
fault and not ours?”
“I don’t know my own future,” the First pointed out with a
firm nod. “You landed right in your own
timestream. And I’m supposed to be the
young, inexperienced one, hmm?” Another
harrumph. The Doctor had never quite
realized how annoying that habit of his was.
“Now, wait just a minute—”
“There are two of you?” Amy broke in, taking a step forward
and putting her hands on her sassy hips.
The Eleventh smacked himself in the forehead.
“Pond, priorities.
There are two TARDISs fused together.”
His hands did a little mime of his words, gesturing to one TARDIS, then
the other, then lacing his fingers together.
“Well, exactly. That’s
a big deal.” Now it was Ian’s turn to
speak up, and Barbara nodded along with him, then added, “We know you can
travel in time, but why is he,” she pointed to the Eleventh, “the older
one? And you look nothing alike.”
The Doctor might’ve torn his hair out in frustration. “Humans.
Always have to satisfy their curiosity before they can solve problems. Would it help if I hunched over and barked ‘nonsense’
at you a few times, Barbara? And
Chesterfield, you’re usually better at being practical than this.”
Ian’s mouth pinched. “My
name is Chesterton, Doc—Doctor?” he
caught himself in the middle of what he was saying and his eyes widened. Barbara was already there, but she recovered
from the shock faster and covered her mouth to hide her giggles at Ian’s rote
reaction to the little jab.
While they absorbed that information, he whirled to face
Pond. “Pond, meet the first me.” His hands showcased the First, who was
squinting at him thoughtfully. “Meet my
old friends Barbara and Ian.” His hands
swept over to point them out next, with flourishes and all. “Meet my TARDIS.” His hands went to the faded, battered side of
the two TARDISs. “She sort of exists
outside of regular time, so she’s pretty much the same now as she was then,
although we’ve gotten closer and she’s had a few makeovers.”
“If she exists outside of regular time, then wouldn’t you be
just as close then as now?” Amy asked, arching an eyebrow.
The First laughed and pointed his pinky at her without
letting go of his lapels. “Very good, my
girl! Very good.”
Eleven worked his mouth for a moment, scowled at his
predecessor, then snapped, “Yes, technically.
I was stupider then.” That shut
the First one up, and they glared at each other for a moment. “So, if all that is cleared up, can we move
along?”
“Still not sure I get it, but yeah, sure. Fused TARDISs. Can’t you just....” She flailed her hands at the two of them,
then fluttered them up in the air, miming dematerialization. “Move them?
I mean, they don’t exactly just roll around on wheels, so when they dematerialize,
won’t that separate them?”
“If they were different TARDISs, possibly,” the First
answered, squinting thoughtfully at the problem. “But they are the same. The distortion in time caused by each would
cut through the other.”
“And because they’re made of the same stuff, the time
distortion wouldn’t easily distinguish between one or the other,” Eleven picked
up, “so they’d try to take pieces of the TARDIS from the wrong time with
them. They’d be torn apart.”
“What about a way to distinguish them?” Barbara
suggested. “Maybe if you don’t try to
move both of them at the same time, you could have one pull away while the
other stayed put.”
“No, no, no, the same problem would happen,” the Eleventh
said, shaking his head and pacing. “Even
if only one of them yanks the dimension open, they’re still—no wait. Hang on.
Hang on!” He dashed inside his
own TARDIS door, habit to be sure he went in the same way he always did, and
everyone followed after him.
While he dashed to his control panel, everyone else paused
on the walkway to look at the comparison between the new control room and the
old, merged in a jagged line at the far end of the room, so that the ceiling
looked like it domed twice, with two complete control rooms and an opening the
size of a small wall between them.
Amy wrinkled her nose.
“It’s so ... white. And
plain. And kind of boring.”
The First scoffed at her.
“Boring? It’s everything we
need! Not all this frivolous....” He gestured around at the glass platform, all
the different kinds of lights, the decorative paneling on the walls.
Ian, who had made it as far as the control panel, blinked at
the gadgets and gizmos that replaced the dials, knobs, and switches he was used
to. “Junk?” he supplied.
Eleven slapped his hand as he reached for the ketchup
dispenser. “Don’t touch that. Get ketchup all over the glass, and someone’ll
slip.”
“Ketchup?” Ian asked, but took a step back from the control
panel, anyway.
Amy sauntered onto the platform and leaned her butt against
the railing, hands braced on it. “Never
know when it might come in handy. I got
a Dalek in the eyepiece with that once.”
“You,” Eleven said to One, as he continued dashing in
circles around the control panel, fiddling with gizmos and flipping switches, “should
never have come here. I don’t remember
ever being here, and especially not just with Ian and Barbara. Right after Susan left—” he paused, looking
up for a moment with a look on his face that clearly said he was reworking his
words. “Never mind. You need to go. Get in your TARDIS and prepare to leave.”
“If you’re wrong, my boy,” the First began, but the other
Doctor waved a hand dismissively, still focused on the control panel.
“Yes, yes, they’ll be torn apart and the resulting explosion
will wipe out at least half the universe, if not all of it. Please, just go.”
All three companions froze where they were and stared at him
with gaping mouths.
“Um, shouldn’t we be worried about that?” Amy demanded.
“Very worried,” was the terse reply. “Just do as I say. The TARDIS might exist out of regular time,
but I do not. I have a considerable
amount of experience with her glitches, and I know what I’m doing!” He put his hands back down on the control
panel and hung his head for a moment.
When he lifted it, his voice was much calmer. “If anyone in this room knows more about the
TARDIS, take over the controls. If not,
let me fix it without nagging me.”
Amy gave Ian and Barbara a wide-eyed look and mouthed the
word “okay” sarcastically. Then, she
rolled her eyes and gestured to them, shooing them toward the white-paneled
control room. One had already strolled
over to his own control panel and began preparing to take off. Amy stayed where she was, leaning against the
railing, and watched the Doctor work.
Eleven proceeded to give instructions to his younger self,
most of which went completely over the heads of his human companions. Something about the Vortex, and alignment
83-12, and to be sure not to forget to release the magnetic containment
capitalizer, until it seemed like he was just stringing random words and
numbers together.
But then, that was par for the course.
On occasion, the First would grumble that he was going too
fast and that old bones couldn’t keep up, but they eventually finished their
preparations.
“Ready. On my
countdown, then, dematerialize.” Eleven
paused a moment with his hand on the switch and looked up. He met his own eyes across the two control
panels, as they were on opposite sides from each other. One was in the same pose, one hand poised to
send the TARDIS into the Time Vortex, the other resting on the edge of the
control panel, looking across at him.
They shared a small smile.
A little nod.
None of the humans heard the countdown, but two hands—one old
and wrinkled, the other fresh and lightly tanned—moved at exactly the same
moment, and both TARDISs shuddered so that everyone had to scramble to hold
onto something.
By the time things settled down and Amy looked up, the
control room was whole again.
She looked at where the breach had been for a moment, then
wandered over to stand next to the Doctor, planting her butt against the
control panel, folding her arms, and looking up at the domed ceiling. “The ‘first’ you, huh?”
“Yep.” That nostalgic
smile still in place, the Doctor leaned against the control panel and watched
the gentle rising and falling of the glass.
“There have been eleven. So
far. But that, Amelia Pond.... That was where it all began.”
She flashed him a teasing smile. “You were such a crotchety old man.”
The Doctor smiled back.
“Some might say, still am.”
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