"This really can't happen, can it?" It was a rhetorical question, because they had just ascertained that it had indeed happened. Both in one TARDIS, both control rooms active and somehow... He really didn't understand.
He did remember the first time meeting this regeneration now, when he hadn't before. The thing was though, he really ought to be dead, well, dying, well, regenerating, right this minute. Instead this was happening and he still wasn't sure what to make of it. The Doctor rubbed on a bruise on his face and eyed the Doctor, letting out a heavy sigh.
The Doctor felt odd. As if he wasn't quite all there. Yet, here he, or they, both were. Both regenerations standing opposite each other. "I don't actually know. You should be dead. Well, us. This is all very odd indeed. Oh! New legs and new hair. Ooh, this is fun!" He felt his hair and then touched himself up, to see what his new body felt like.
He then stopped what he was doing and looked back to his past self. "We shouldn't actually be here together. The universe hasn't imploded has it?"
He glanced at the door and then, after a moment's hesitation, actually walked toward it, running the last few steps and peeking outside. "Looks like it's still out there!" The Doctor pulled back to look at, well, the Doctor, inspecting him curiously. "This is so not going to end well. Something is really, really going wrong here. We need to..."
He trailed off, because priorities took over. "Why are you not ginger?"
Eleven ran a hand through his mop of brown hair. Not ginger. "I don't know. Oh, we always wanted to be ginger, didn't we? Well, you did. Now, I'm- I don't know actually. Where's a mirror when you need one?" He began searching the console room for a mirror, then glancing his reflection on a metal lever.
"Oh. OH. So, that's what I look like! Love the look. Sort of rock star, emo punk." He smirked and then turned to his other self. "Yes, something is really wrong and I think we need to sort it out. Yep." The Doctor placed his hands on his hips with a stern look, then passed out on the console floor. It was too soon. He body was still adjusting.
"What on Earth is emo punk?" Obviously he knew, given, well, he had just said it, but he wasn't so sure about how he'd ever draw the conclusion that this new regeneration looked anything like it. Much less like a rock star. But of course, before they could get into a discussion about that, the Doctor just keeled over. He'd have caught him but depending on the nature of this paradox, touching him could have very serious consequences, so instead he just walked over and leaned forward to look down on him.
It was a few moments after Ten spoke that Eleven actually did wake up, bolting upright and blinking a few times.
"Woah. Must have gone back there. Where am I? Oh. The TARDIS. Our TARDIS?" He looked at his other self and remember what happened a moment before he passed out. The whole paradox thing was weighing strongly on his mind. He couldn't touch his other self or terrible things would happen. He got to his feet and shook his head.
"You don't know what Emo punk is? Tch. It's music and it's cool. I think. In fact, I don't even know myself."
"I'm fairly sure no one knows what Emo Punk is, including the people producing it. What I do know is that you don't look like a rockstar." The Doctor eyed him for a while before shrugging. "Could be worse, though. Any theories yet?"
He leaned back against the console, pinching his ear between two fingers. "Maybe it has something to do with the time lock around Gallifrey?" He frowned. "Either that or the Master made one last wish."
"I don't? Aw, that's a shame. I might have wanted to be a rock star, you know." Eleven gave a pouty expression but then his face turned more serious. "The Master? What would he have to do with this?"
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He did remember the first time meeting this regeneration now, when he hadn't before. The thing was though, he really ought to be dead, well, dying, well, regenerating, right this minute. Instead this was happening and he still wasn't sure what to make of it. The Doctor rubbed on a bruise on his face and eyed the Doctor, letting out a heavy sigh.
"How do we fix this?"
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He then stopped what he was doing and looked back to his past self. "We shouldn't actually be here together. The universe hasn't imploded has it?"
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He glanced at the door and then, after a moment's hesitation, actually walked toward it, running the last few steps and peeking outside. "Looks like it's still out there!" The Doctor pulled back to look at, well, the Doctor, inspecting him curiously. "This is so not going to end well. Something is really, really going wrong here. We need to..."
He trailed off, because priorities took over. "Why are you not ginger?"
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"Oh. OH. So, that's what I look like! Love the look. Sort of rock star, emo punk." He smirked and then turned to his other self. "Yes, something is really wrong and I think we need to sort it out. Yep." The Doctor placed his hands on his hips with a stern look, then passed out on the console floor. It was too soon. He body was still adjusting.
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"Hey there. Wake up, will you?"
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"Woah. Must have gone back there. Where am I? Oh. The TARDIS. Our TARDIS?" He looked at his other self and remember what happened a moment before he passed out. The whole paradox thing was weighing strongly on his mind. He couldn't touch his other self or terrible things would happen. He got to his feet and shook his head.
"You don't know what Emo punk is? Tch. It's music and it's cool. I think. In fact, I don't even know myself."
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He leaned back against the console, pinching his ear between two fingers. "Maybe it has something to do with the time lock around Gallifrey?" He frowned. "Either that or the Master made one last wish."
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