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Fic Prompt!

Rose/Doctor. Multi-Doctor fic. Rose meeting all the Doctors at once, and totally wow-ing them, is something there isn’t enough of.

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She wasn’t too certain on the details, but somehow some evil mastermind had gotten a hold of some device that was able to control someone’s time stream. And of course, the time stream in question was the Doctor’s.

They walked in on nine men arguing or pouting, and almost immediately her Doctor made that ten. Curiously enough there were no companions, so they were either elsewhere or the device had plucked them out of a time frame where they were travelling alone. She hoped it was the former, because the thought of her Doctor alone- any of them- hurt her.

A younger Doctor in cricket whites smiled slightly at her. “I do apologize. Things tend to get… messy… when there’s more than one of me.”

“I can see that,” Rose said. “Do you know why you’re here?”

“Not really,” he admitted. “Someone has manipulated my timestream, but we all have different ways we want to go about it. Hence the arguing. It’s a good thing Nyssa is vacationing on Felomere; this is embarrassing even for me.”

Rose looked around the room, considering. “This gives a whole new meaning to arguing with yourself.”

He chuckled. “You can say that again.”

She looked around and spied a table, and promptly scrambled on top of it. After a few futile moments she managed to arrange her fingers correctly to let out a piercing whistle, and all ten men swiveled their heads to look at her in shock.

“Alright, I don’t know what’s going on here, but I know that all of you are the only ones to be able to get us out,” she exclaimed, placing her hands on her hips. “Now I want each of you to tell me what you know, without interrupting each other, so we can figure out a way to get out of this mess.”

The oldest incarnation glared at her. “And who do you think you are, ordering us about?”

Rose matched his look. “I’m Dame Rose Tyler of the Powell Estate, and I’ve saved your Ninth and Tenth life often enough that I deserve to be up here. But since you spoke up would you like to share with the class what you know?”

He huffed but replied, sulkily, “He has stolen an artefact from the Archives, clearly. My TARDIS registered it when we came here; the radiation it’s producing can only mean that.”

She saw the shifting and dark looks that her Doctors gave, and realized that it was probably from the Time War. “Thank you. Who’s next?”

A man with a beatles hair cut spoke up, saying what he had registered with his sonic, and so it went. Eventually everyone had said their peace and had built upon the previous life’s assumptions, using their own experiences and knowledge to help. When her Doctor spoke up, he was able to name the artefact and soon, the various Doctors were hatching a plan to stop him. 

The eighth doctor helped her off the table. “Well done, Dame Rose,” he said. “I couldn’t have done that better myself.”

“You really couldn’t,” she grinned, and he conceded the point. 

Her suited Doctor came over and took her hand possessively, and his eighth self raised an eyebrow at him with an admonishing look in his eyes. “We should be heading home in about an hour or two, Rose,” he said, and led her away from the group of Doctors- she looked over her shoulder to see her blue-eyed Doctor staring after her wistfully, before he was pulled into a debate by the one with the umbrella. “You were brilliant up there, by the way. I’m proud of you.”

Rose smiled and hugged him. “Just you?”

“Oh, big-ears was too. He was plucked out of that fair on Renvere,” he replied. “But mostly, I was in awe. Even my childish first self,” the Doctor admitted.

“He doesn’t look very childish,” Rose commented.

He snorted. “Don’t let appearances fool you. I was young and ignorant back then, and if it weren’t for two school teachers I would be a much different man.”

They were approached by a Doctor dressed in an opera cape. “Will Miss Tyler be accompanying us?” He asked.

Rose grinned. “Wild horses couldn’t keep me away,” she declared. 

“Splendid,” he said. “You’re with me, Miss Tyler. I have a feeling we’ll get along just fine.”

She giggled at her Doctor’s slightly thunderous expression. “Oh, don’t worry. We already do.”