DW rewritten - The Meta-Crisis Tenth Doctor as Eleven’s companion
Eleven: Doc – me?!?
Human!Ten: Yes! Oh, brilliant! Look at you. Still tall and gangly as ever. Decent hair, too, but not ginger - Ha! ‘Ello.
Eleven: But…but I don’t remember this. Why don’t I - why don’t we remember this? Your me was a bit flaky, but surely I’d remember talking to a handsome devil in a bow tie.
Human!Ten: Right, right. Hmm. Welllllll, the TARDIS just broke down…or so, it appears. So isn’t this meeting…handy?
Eleven: You – you’re?!
Human!Ten: Yup-p! *wiggles his right hand* 'Ello! I’m pleased to finally meet me.
Eleven: *stands up straight and pats his clothing* Thoughts?
Human!Ten: Oh, I think it’s brilliant! Or 'fabulous’ rather! Rose thinks I should try using some new words, and Jake suggested 'fabulous.’ Little too, I don’t know…flamboyant for my taste really, but I guess it doesn’t hurt to test it out on wellllll…myself. Although –
Eleven: Oi, you really are rude!
Eleven: Stay on track; What do you think? *fondles his bow tie*
Human!Ten: What, the bow tie?
Eleven: Yup, let’s get it over with. Everyone has to comment on the bow tie….
Human!Ten: I quite like it!
Eleven: Really? Mister sweaty trainers approves?
Human!Ten: Oh yes! Very Double-O 7 meets mad science professor. Very us. Soooo-ah! TARDIS needs fixin’, ay? Two heads better than one, I suppose.
Eleven: The same head, really. Kinda….sorta…-ish. So, welllllll *gasps and holds unto his throat, before slightly gagging* That’s new! This new…-ish mouth does not seem to like that old word. Anyways, yes. Come along, Righty.
Human!Ten: Righty?! Oi!
Eleven: I don’t even quite know why I call me 'Doctor’ so why should I call you Doctor? And I can’t call you 'John’. You’re not a Baptist, nor an Apostle..,certainly no Travolta. How about 'Ten’, would you prefer 'Ten’?
Human!Ten: Huh, wellll I do love channel ten - the scifi network that is. And the Ten Commandements - those are rather brilliant! Ten types of bananas on Raxacoricofallapatorius, ten quid goes far in a little shop, ten times Jackie didn’t slap me when I swore she would - all bril…errm, fabulous! Oh, but this world had a tenth Harry Potter book and it was rubbish. Just absolute rubbish. Barty Crouch Jr. returned - reincarnated as a giraffe!
Eleven: So, Righty it is, then?
Human!Ten: Right-o! Allons – wait? What are you doing now?
Human!Ten: Geroni - no, no, don’t, let’s not do that, no.