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((Ooh can I be the Doctor? I've never tried that part before cos I figure it's gotta be pretty difficult but I'd like to give it a go. Plus it isn't so difficult to be unconscious...))

*The Doctor felt this odd booming noise in his ears but he didn't wake. He couldn't. Strange things were going on in his mind. Lights flashed and changed, he was falling, faster and faster....

He suddenly landed on his back in a small room. It was red, or mostly red. Everything was covered in velvet. The chairs, the floor, the bed. There was a door. He got up and headed for it. He opened the door. Inside was a Dalek. With a shout he jumped backwards and fell over onto the floor. He looked up and almost laughed. It wasn't a Dalek at all. He'd opened a wardrobe and inside was a strange costume of a Dalek, limp and empty. And beside it were other costumes; Cybermen, Sontarans, Yeti, Seadevils... A whole army of shapeless monsters, their empty eyeholes staring at him. Bizarre. He dug deeper, until he got to the final costume. He moved the others along so he could get a better look. It was a face he recognised all too well. It was his old friend the Master. As he had been, elegant, dark, pale... and cruel. He was staring intently at that old, familiar face when it suddenly jerked up, the face full of horrible, unnatural life.
"Come to join the party Doctor!" he hissed and his hands lunged forwards, grasping the Doctor's arm.

Cursing the Doctor tried to tug himself free, clawing desperately at his arm. He tried to prise the Master's fingers apart when he realised that he was no longer tugging at fingers but strange strands of slime. He blinked. He was hanging from a rope and instead of it clutching him, he was clutching it. Or trying to. It was coated in slime and he was fast losing his grip. He began to slide, faster and faster. The end of the rope slid past him and he was falling free-fall again until he landed on something both bouncy and jagged. He rolled, sliding down the side of some sort of heap until he reached the bottom. Dazed he looked around him, only to realise he was surrounded by jigsaw puzzle pieces. Confused, he picked a handful up. By chance, 3 pieces fitted together and he was surprised to find that he was looking at his own eye - or rather the eye he'd had 3 incarnations ago. He gathered some more pieces up and found his 2nd incarnations ear, and his 9th's nose.... As he pieced together the puzzles he began to realise what was happening and there was a sudden searing flash of light.

He awoke with a long, gargling scream and leapt forward only to land on Ace, sending them both tumbling to the floor. As she stared at him - looking both relieved and furious - his eyes widened and he leapt to his feet.

"I have to find the rest of me!" he shouted, pointing his finger at the ceiling and looking straight through Ace to whatever strange images were still in front of his eyes, "It's imperitive I find the rest of me or the whole universe may be destroyed!" *

((Sorry, got a little carried away with the daydream there. I have no idea what I'm heading towards with this... sweatdrop But, u know, it's somewhere to start. ))

*When the Doctor opened his eyes again he was back in the velvet room but this time there was no cupboard. Instead there was the TARDIS. As he watched it's door creaked open and out stepped his 5th incarnation, complete with his cricket bat and a fresh stick of celery stuck to his collar. He looked round and spotted his 7th incarnation, still sat on the floor.
"Ah..." he said, with an apologetic smile, "Sorry about that. There seems to have been a little bit of a mix-up. Have a seat and I'll see if I can explain."

Confused, the Doctor (the real one) got to his feet and walked over to the table where his 5th incarnation was serving tea. He declined a cup.
"Not to sound impolite, but what are you doing here? And where is here? I never thought of myself as one for hallucinating..."

"Definitely not. This is... err... well, a bit of a temporal flux really. Hard to explain, not quite sure myself. It's more real than a dream but less real than reality, if that helps."

"I do love a good temporal flux..." The Doctor muttered, fiddling with the handle of his umbrella, which had appeared by his side, "Provided it doesn't include anymore wardrobes."

"Yes, about that. Listen, you really haven't got much more time left to just lie around on the floor. You have to find the rest of us."

"Why?"

"You're about to be heavily outnumbered. Better to have some partners you can really trust on your side."

"Outnumbered?"

"Oh dear..." The 5th Doctor had begun to fade, his teacup slipped through his fingers and smashed on the table, spilling tea everywhere, "Look, I don't suppose you could hurry could you?"

"I'm sorry, this all just seems a little... improbable."

"Very."
The 5th Doctor vanished and the walls began to melt in on themselves, like great blobs of red wax. Not wanting to drown, the Doctor quickly ran towards the TARDIS. Tugging open the door he ran inside. There was another flash of light.

He awoke again, but this time he didn't scream. He looked at Ace calmly, collecting his thoughts.
"Ace, I don't suppose you could spare me a few moments of your time?" he sat up, speaking slowly and carefully, "We are about to be attacked by something that is very probably big and very probably horrible. Since I'm not in the habit of dying, I'd quite like to get the TARDIS moving... and quickly. Drag me through to the control room would you? I've got some old friends to pick up..." *

((What planet??))

*The Doctor leaned over and started fiddling with the controls.
"I was dreaming about myself - and that wasn't half as pleasant as it sounds. I gave myself some pretty dire warnings, though it was all a bit vague. Ace, listen to me. Some things in this universe you've just got to take on faith. Like warnings from yourself and nasty dreams about wardrobes. Now pull that lever... no, the other one..."
The Doctor watched as Ace pulled the correct lever. He was mulling over the dream in his head. What could it mean? The monsters were clear enough. Clearly some of his old enemies were going to pay him a visit. But how? And why? Nervously, he brushed at the tea still splattered across the front of his jacket.
"We're going to do what all good renegade Timelords do in times of trouble. We're going to run away and find ourselves some re-inforcements. I have been informed by a very reliable source that the best ones for the job will be found... HERE!"
He tapped in the co-ordinates with a flourish and set the TARDIS on it's course. He only hoped it would follow his directions - for once. He also hoped that he wasn't walking them right into a trap... which was a distinct possibility.
Ace didn't say anything as the TARDIS dematerialised and pulled them headlong into the time vortex. He could tell she was worried about him. He could also tell that a little part of her thought that he'd gone mad. Ok, maybe not such a little part. Quite a big part in fact. But when had he ever been completely sane? Not in this incarnation, that's for sure.

He was surprised at how fast they reached their destination. He'd only just managed to make himself a cup of tea when the crystals began to slow and he felt the TARDIS land. He placed his cup down on a nearby chair and looked towards the door.
"I'd better go out first Ace..." he snatched up his umbrella and spun his hat into the air, catching it neatly on his head. He strode to the doorway, paused for a moment for a nervous breath, and slowly opened the door.

Outside, the world was red. The colour seemed to have seeped into everything. The clouds were a swirling mass of burgundy with occasional streaks of grey or the yellow of far off explosions. The ground was a muddier, blacker red. Burnt and broken. The sandy red rocks around them were also burnt in patches, and spattered in a familiar red liquid...

"Look out!"
The voice came from somewhere to his left and the Doctor just had time to duck as something explosive hit the top of the door above his head, sending down a wave of heat and a cloud of sparks. He bore the brunt of the blast as he was thrown to one side, scraping his back as he slid along the rough ground and rolled to a halt behind a particularly large rock. In the background he heard Ace shout something.

((It's ok, I figure with another 8 incarnations to go we're gonna hafta write each others parts to keep it going...))

*The 7th Doctor stared at his 6th incarnation with a mixture of awe and respect as he quickly and smartly bandaged up his injuries.
"I'd forgotten how violent this planet was..." he muttered, yelping as the 6th Doctor tugged his bandages tight and tied them at the ends.

"I'd forgotten how stupid I could be. Didn't you even check the scanner?"

"Yes, well. Been in a bit of a muddle lately."

Brushing the red dust off his jacket and settling himself in a nearby chair, the 6th Doctor gave his replacement a piercing look.
"Why are you here?"

The 7th Doctor gave a nervous grin.
"Bad dreams."

"What?"

"I think I'm getting a little precognitive in my old age. I had a particularly vivid vision of being attacked by the Master... along with a few other old friends of mine... ours. Then I met me... the one before you... and he advised picking up the others. So here I am."

The 6th Doctor stroked his round face thoughtfully. The 7th Doctor couldn't help but notice the long gash down the side of his face that was oozing half-dried blood. He didn't remember the cut being that deep...
"And did you stop to consider..." said his 6th incarnation, waving away the offer of some antispetic, "...that it might be a trap?"

"I wouldn't have thought any of our enemies would want us all together in one place. It would make us 10 times more difficult to dispose of."

"Or 10 times easier. You know what the timeline is like, meddling is dangerous and foolhardy..."

"Are you saying you wouldn't have come?"

"I don't know..." he paused, glaring at a particularly nasty burn mark in his suit, "Do the Timelords know?"

"Probably. They generally do."

"Then they might interfere. They might even have us arrested."

The 7th Doctor grinned again.
"And you'd let them?"

His predecessor growled - though the Doctor couldn't tell if it was a show of anger or pride.
"Of course not! But they might get under my feet and this sounds like it's going to be difficult enough as is. Anyway, show me this dream of yours..."

"What? Oh yes..." The 7th Doctor closed his eyes and the 6th Doctor followed suit, "Contact...."

"Contact!"

The images flashed between their minds until the 6th Doctor knew all that had happened and broke contact.
"I never did like number 5. If it had been me, I'd have been a bit more helpful."

"Maybe."

"There's no maybe about it! Anyway, we'd better get back to the controls and get going, if that's what we have to do. And I'm sure I heard your troublesome associate sobbing outside - you might want to lend her a tissue."

"Ace crying?" The Doctor said with a half-laugh, "Not likely. She probably just had something in her eye."

The 6th Doctor helped the 7th to his feet and they headed for the door.*

((I really like the way you did the 6th Doctor. He was just right - he always did scare me!))

((Ha ha! I like the nicknames though u know I'll probably forget to use them properly... but good idea. My fav Doctor is the 2nd one so I'm afraid I don't know too much about the others. Not in the right order anyway - though I'm watching most of the 1st Doctor episodes at the mo. Has the 4th Doctor been driven mad? I'll do him as mad for now... All the Doctors are a little mad anyway. The only thing about calling him David is that I might start confusing him with David Tennant...))

*Morgan and the Professor unlocked the chains, dragged the dishevelled man into the TARDIS and closed the doors. He looked grimy and half-starved and he kept looking round with an expression that was both confused and relieved. He collapsed onto a chair in the corner and promptly fell asleep.
"I think we'll have to leave off explaining things for a bit..." said the Professor, with a sigh, "I'd forgotten what a rotten time we had in there..."

"We really don't have time to waste! We'll go for number 5 next. I just hope we can catch him on his own or it might start getting a little crowded in here..."
Morgan said, marching to the controls just as Ace sidled up to the Professor.

"Professor... You didn't really tell me what's going on..."

"Yes," said Mel, walking over, "I'd quite like to know too. Who are you two?"

"Don't you remember?" said Ace and the Professor in unison.

"No of course you don't..." said the Professor, "Nor will you... nor will I... it's all very interesting, this meddling business. I'm the Doctor..." he held out a hand and she shook it nervously, "...or rather a future version of him. You can call me 'professor' though, to save confusion. We're off gathering the rest of me. Gosh I'm getting tired of saying that..."
He paused as the TARDIS gave a sudden shudder and a screech that jangled the crystals.
"Oh dear... That's not a very good sound..."

He walked over to the controls where Morgan was furiously hitting buttons and pulling levers, cursing the rows of flashing lights that were telling him the TARDIS was in trouble.
"We can't be stopped mid-flight! This is ridiculous!"

"But not impossible," The Professor hit a switch, "Let's have a look at what's outside shall we?"
The scanner flickered into life. It showed the empty void of space - though there was an odd fuzziness around the edges of the screen. The fuzziness began to spread.
"I recognise that fuzz..."

"The web! But that IS impossible, we saw that off centuries ago. Why is it attacking now? For a vast intelligence it's pretty stupid. It can't hope to get in."

"Perhaps... Doesn't this mean we're off course a little?"

"That depends where it snatched us out of the Time Vortex..." he paused. The TARDIS doors had begun to creak and the scanner was now completely covered in white. He edged towards the doors and the Professor followed.
"It didn't get in did it? I distinctly remember it giving up and sending us down to Earth..."

The Professor raised an eyebrow at his counterpart.
"It's had plenty of time to evolve since we last met..."

The doors had begun to bulge inwards. Stringy white strands - like cobwebs - were pushing themselves through and air was being sucked out in a tight but steady stream.

"We need to get free!" shouted Morgan, turning back to the controls, "We can't let it get in!"
He pounded buttons but the web was only getting thicker, stronger. And he could feel the force at work behind it - controlling it's attack.

"Ace," said the Professor, rushing over, "Do you have some of your marvelous nitro 9?"

"Yes professor..." she handed him a specially prepared lot.

"What are you going to do with that?" snapped Morgan, still furiously trying to break the TARDIS free, "Blow us all up before it can get to us? Think seriously man!"

"No, I'm going to blow IT up - out there. Mel, Ace, find something to tie yourselves to. And clear the furniture into the next room would you?"

Mel began to clear the room but Ace just stared at the Professor, looking puzzled and a little miserable.
"Professor, I hate to tell you this but that won't work. The fuse'll just go out in space - no air see?"

"Ah yes, air..." The Professor ran over to a desk piled high with knick-knacks. He picked up a large bell jar and it's base, "This should do! Light the fuse, throw it in, open the doors, send it out and kaboom!"

Ace grinned.
"Great!"

"Marvelous!" said Morgan, not sounding convinced, "The messiest, clumsiest solution I could think of!"

"But lucky for you that you did think of it!" snapped the Professor, "Or do you have a better plan?"

"Oh no... but I suggest you hurry. We might not be able to open the doors soon..."

"Tie yourself down Ace..." Morgan had already found the cord from an old curtain and thrown it to Mel who tied it round her waist and then onto a nearby doorhandle. He and the Professor found firm grips on the main console and Ace joined Mel.
"Ready to open the doors Morgan?"

Morgan growled again at the stupidity of his nickname but his hand was on the controls.

"On my mark..." The Professor lit the fuse, dropped the nitro 9 into the bell jar and quickly jammed on the base, "Now!"

The doors swung open. There was a blast of broken webs sucked inwards and then just as quickly they were sucked out, taking a cloud of loose objects with them. The Doctor threw out the bell jar.
"Close the...."
He was about to finish his command when something suddenly slid past him at breakneck speed. It was the chair on which the 4th Doctor was still sleeping.
"Good grief..."
Without a second thought the Professor leapt for the chair, forgetting that he himself had no attachment to the TARDIS. Morgan leapt after him, grabbing for his ankles.

"Professor!" with Mel clinging to her belt and still tied to the curtain rope, Ace leapt after the other two, just managing to catch hold of Morgan's feet before they slipped out of her grasp. For a few seconds they all hung there; Mel clinging to Ace who clung to Morgan who clung to the Professor who clung to the chair. Luckily the 4th Doctor's scarf had entangled itself first round it's owner and then round the chair, leaving him hanging quite happily, apparently still asleep and snoring.

"That nitro's going to explode!" shouted the Professor, staring in horror at the bell jar that had hardly floated more than a few meters from the TARDIS doors which were still wide open, "Someone get to the door controls, quick!"

Ace kicked herself into action.
"Right professor!"
Without a second thought she dug her nails into the leg of Morgan's trousers, ripping herself a hand-sized hole. She stuck her hand through it and wrapped the material round her wrist so she wouldn't lose her grip. Clinging to the controls for support, she shoved herself to her feet, lifting Morgan with her.

"Whoah!" he shouted, now halfway to being upside-down whilst still desperately clinging to the Professor's ankles, "What on Earth are you doing?"

Ace ignored him. Almost crawling across the controls, her hand stretched out to hold Morgan's leg as Mel clung to her belt, Ace found her way to the door controls and slammed them down. With a painful hiss the doors slowly slid shut.

It was just in time. There was a loud bang outside that shook the TARDIS and a flash on the scanner screen. When it came back online half of the web had cleared - and it didn't show signs of coming back.

As the doors had closed and the air returned, everyone sunk to the ground. Ace untangled herself from Morgan's trousers and dropped him unceremoniously to the floor.

"That was close..." said the Professor, getting to his feet, "I suggest we move on before anyone else attempts to suck us into outer space..." *

((That was my extra long/random story bit to make up for the fact that I won't be here for a week. I look forward to the next plot twist. Sorry I went for a totally unrelated 2nd Doctor thing with the web of fear and everything... which I don't actually know that much about. I just wanted the 4th Doctor to sleep through something bizarre and exciting! Back by next Saturday, have fun.))

(I've been asked to stand in for Roobarb as The Doctor, so try not to hurt me if my writing style is a bit.....different)

The first 3 incarnations of the Doctor heaved themselves up, brushing the dirt off their shoes.
"Hello there!" called the one who was driving the car "Have you come to join the party as well?"
"Party indeed" grumbled Morgan
"Ignore him." Professor said "Grumpy wumpy Morgan hasn't had his juice this morning."
"Morgan, eh?" mused the eldest of th trio, a stooped man with white hair. He addressed Professor "Have you rounded up anyone else?"
"Just number 4," he replied "or 'David' as Ace here has named him." He gestured to Ace, who was standing behind him."
"So that just leaves 5, 8, 9 and 10." muttered the last remaining Doctor, who had a startling mop of black hair. "Well, we'd better get a move on, eh?"

After David had returned, looking somewhat brighter, they all came back into the Tardis, whereupon a slight hitch was formed. While Mel and Ace stood against the wall, every Doctor stationed himself around the main console and began to push buttons. After a while of this, it began to seem that they wern't working co-orperatively, but more every Doctor for himself. Each began to argue with himself (kinda) about what to do now, who they should try to contact and who moved the tea tray. Finally, the Professor dragged a chair from the next room, clambered up onto it, and yelled at the top of his lungs "STOP!" Immdediatley, the noises fell away
"Does anyone have any idea of where we're going?" he asked