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chapter 6 (is this getting too long? tell me if its too long.)

In the TARDIS, Peri had gone to her room, leaving the doctor to think things over by himself. He was lying on the floor of the control room, with his eyes closed. At a first glance he seemed to be sleeping. But a closer look would show that his lips were moving silently, and that he breathing was too fast to be asleep. He was on the astral plane, trying to find some answer as to why the TARDIS couldn't get to Gallifrey. He tried everyone he could think of, but finally settled for his next incarnation. He was older, with a slightly receding hairline and a distinct scottish accent

'So, what am I supposed to do?'

'Well... I'm not sure that I should tell me. Although I do remember when I was you that I told myself what you, I mean I was meant to be doing, so I suppose I'm supposed to tell me. You. Us.'

'Quite. I see that rambling is something that I pick up later on.'

'Least I know how to smile.'

'Motormouth.'

'Sourpuss.'

'Circus man.'

'Speak for yourself and your blond mop.'

'I'm leaving now. Ferret Trousers.'

'Then you won't be knowing how to get out of this mess.'

The younger of the two shook his head, making his curls bob around, and sighed.

'Out with it, then.'

'Well, I'm not going to give you everything, but I'll just say that our TARDIS will be fully funtional in a day. So... just hang around. Or go see where else she takes you. I of course knmow exactly what you'll do. I'll do. We'll do.'

'Oh, you ugly Scotts GIT!'

'Oh, you mop headed clown-garbed limey SOD!' Laughed the older man, tipping his straw hat and severing the connection.

The younger doctor sat up in the TARDIS, and contemplated going to his room to sulk for a day.
Instead, he went and punched in coordinates for Gallifrey, and went to get Peri, to see where they would end up.

Somewhere, light years away, in the future, a scottish man wearing a straw hat and a grin took out two spoons, and began to play them to a young lady by the name of Ace, recalling his former self, and chuckling at the annoyance he had just caused him. Himself. Theirself.

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this.

Too much fun, some might say.

The three people left him alone after that, for which the Doctor was grateful. He lay there on the pile of sacks for a few minutes, eyes closed, listening to the sounds of silence. He suddenly remembered Peri, and leapt up. He ran to the TARDIS, and heard a thunping noise coming form the inside. He also heard a voice.

'HELP! Doctor!'

Muttering under his breath in Gallifreyan, he unlocked the door, tripped and fell on top of a rather angry Peri.

'Oops.'

He spent the rest of the day waiting for tomorrow. He tried to read, but that was no good, his mind was too proccupied with what might be waiting for him at Gallifrey. Not another trial, he hadn't been doing THAT much in the way of meddling. He took to wandering down the innumerable corridors of the TARDIS, lost in thought. Peri stayed in her room and didn't come out. He noticed that she was doing a lot of that in the past few days.

He found an old recorder and tried out a few tunes halfheartedly. He managed a pitiful rendition of 'mary had a little lamb' before he took to his wanderings again.

He wandered late into the night - being a Time Lord, he didn't need to sleep much - and into the wee hours of the morning.

Morning.

Yes!

He ran down the corridors for fifteen minutes, retracing his steps and finally arriving at Peri's room.

'Peri!' He gasped, out of breath, leaning against the door 'We can go to Gallifrey now!'

The door opened, and the Doctor lost his balance and toppled, falling into Peri's room.

This time, Peri had the presence of mind to step aside as the Doctor made contact with the floor.

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The Doctor nervously punched in the co-ordinates for Gallifrey, and crossed his fingers. He smiled at himself. He had become more human. Slightly.

The TARDIS whirred and materialised.

The Doctor's fingers were tembling slightly as he opened the door.

Outisde it was dark. But not cold. Just right. He was in a room. He heard a rustling noise, and a barely audible hiss.

Suddenly, the lights turned on.

'SURPRISE!'

The Doctor stood, frozen. His eyes darted around the room. His lips moved slighly.

Then his face split into an enormous grin.

A large banner was hung up.

'Happy Birthday Doctor!' It read.

There was a cake in the middle of the room, with '901' written on it in blue icing.

But most importantly were the people there.

The Doctor walked around the room, looking at them.

'Polly...Jamie? Sarah-Jane! Romana, Adric... Tegan? Leela! and...' He knelt down beside a robotic dog, and patted it fondly.

'K-9.'

'Hello Master.'

He spun around, and Peri was still standing by the TARDIS.

'You did this, didn't you?'

'Well... seeing as you were off fighting daleks when you turned 900, we figured 901 would be great to celebrate you birthday. So he went back and got some of your former companions. of course, we did it secretly, so that you wouldn't remember it from when you were younger. '

'And here they are!'

Jamie stepped forward.

'Doctor?'

'Yes?'

'Aside from that, we've all been wanting to do this to you for a long time.'

'Ye-e-s,' the Doctor was feeling uneasy.

'PIE FIGHT!' Yelled Sarah Jane, and all his companions suddenly grabbed cream pies from behind them.

'oh bollocks...' muttered the doctor, making for the door.

no such luck.

Laughing hysterically, Peri held the door closed, as the Doctor was liberally coated in a mountain of whipped cream and pie crust.

Ende

hmmmm.... probably not.
I dont like sequels.
I'll write more fanfics though.
Love the mask.
It's... disturbing.

Hehe..you put it up here..you want to put ours up as well? razz

Hmm..that ending..I haven't read that before.. very nice!


Potato Brigade..something she made up spur of the moment? You do like photobucket, now don't you? Let's see..there was a peanut..to say "I don't like peanuts'. And probably a "And I'm nto going to say why." in there too..

That reminded me of something Pippin and I cooked up out of sheer boredom! It was very funny, and truly bizarre. I got a few strange looks when I was laughing about the Legolas bit.

Please write more! It doesn't have to be a sequel! (Possibly could Peeves attack the Doctor next time?)

There are black dots with question marks in them were puncuation is supposed to be, did you intend to but those there or is my monitor screwing with me. Besides that its a good fic but feels like it has no conclusion.