Lost In Time (WhoLock, On Hold)

Fifteen

"What do you mean by oh?" Rose repeated and looked at the young boy and the older Time Lord. They both looked at her. "This is a trick." The Doctor said with wide eyes and hands flying about. "I thought we just agreed that it was real!" Mickey said, frustration dripping of every word. "It is as much a trick as reality. Where did you find them?" He asked and turned to his younger self. Before his younger self could respond, the older Time Lord widened his eyes, even though it should be impossible, since their current width seemed to be a limit, and pointed at Ten. And he repeated: "Oh!" At this, Rose rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. "What now?"

"Oh, but don't you see? How much of a pudding brain are you people? I am not supposed to be this thick!" He exclaimed and turned to the blonde while pointing at the Converse-wearing man. Her eyebrows raised at the same time as the Tenth Doctor's mouth fell open in dislike over being called thick, and Clara cleared her throat, a sign to the Doctor that he was being rude again. "PE? Help me out here." The Doctor said and turned to the maths teacher. He looked up, his body tensing. "When you think of London, what's the first that comes to mind?" Asked the Doctor. "Rain?" Danny joked and held his hand up, palm facing the sky, where raindrops started to fall, almost as if he had willed it to start. The Doctor shook his head. "No. Think like you were coming to London for the first time! Think! It's big, hard to miss."

"Big Ben?" Danny tried again, his eyes locked on the big tower above the Doctor's head. Clara looked the same way, but found it hard to focus, since whatever caused the mirroreffect made it look like there were two tower instead of one. "Close, but no. Mickey the Idiot? What do you think?" He turned again. At this point, he had lost Jimmie as well in his attempt to get an answer, and the boy now stared at him with an open mouth, his cap on its side.

"The London Eye?" Mickey answered, and Clara didn't think she'd ever seen this version of the Doctor so happy over an answer. He basically jumped in happiness over the correct answer. Had John been there, he'd think something along the way of how alike the Doctor and Sherlock was when they got what they wanted.

"Yes! Don't you all see? It's obvious!" The Doctor said and walked over to a building they stood next to. "That's not where we found them." The Tenth Doctor said, not quite over what his older self had said about him being thick. "Then where did you find them?" The Twelfth Doctor said and turned around, eyebrows skyward. Ten was about to open his mouth when Twelve held up a finger to silence him. "If you say Big Ben, I will not hesitate to punch someone. I'm getting very tired of that clock." Ten closed his mouth momentarily and looked like someone had stolen his answer. "What happened that made you start to punch people?" He asked. Clara leaned in and, in a theaterwhisper, said: "Robin Hood."

At this, Rose turned to the short brunette, her crossed arms falling a bit. "What?" She said and watched as Clara smirked wide and nodded. Neither of the Doctors heard them and had a silent argument with each other, using their eyes and eyebrows.

Mickey was the one to interrupt the argument that was being handled by eyebrows. "Am I the only one who wants to find these two? Or don't we need them anymore?" The two Doctors looked away from each other and at the dark-skinned man. "I understand we must save them from those Cybermen, but what is it that they can do, that we can't?" He added, squirming over the words as he spoke them. They didn't sound or feel right, and he almost regretted them. The Doctors, however, didn't seem to care. They gave each other a glare, before the Tenth Doctor started walking down the street. The rest of the group followed.

Since it was two Doctors instead of one, arguments were started quite quickly. The Twelfth Doctor had either forgotten about the fact that he would punch the one suggesting Big Ben, or he simply didn't care. Their arguments were started by one, single, very small thing. Which direction they were going to go. While the Tenth Doctor wanted to take the north road to the clocktower, the Twelfth wanted to take the east road. Whichever they chose, they would still reach Big Ben fast enough.

Or hopefully fast enough.

The thought of what was going on crept in Clara's mind, pushing other thoughts away to make room for itself in the front of her mind. Big Ben and the London Eye, two trademarks the city was known for very well. She knew they shouldn't split up, but she still had a feeling that they would reach the Detective and his Blogger faster that way. Clara frowned when another thought came creeping up into her mind. She slowed down a little, her eyes squinted together slightly.

"Jimmie? Can I talk to you for a moment?" She called out and watched as the stawberry blonde boy made his way over to her. "Is it usually like this? Quiet and empty?" She asked and waved a hand around the area where they walked. Jimmie looked down momentarily before looking back up. "Yes, ma'am. People are too scared to be out. Most of them are underground. Hiding from the Cybermen. Soon there probably won't even be someone brave enough to fight. They're too scared."

Clara looked at the boy. He was good at hiding what he felt, but she could read between the lines. She could see how scared the boy was. By the way he spoke, he sounded like he'd lost someone in this battle against the Tin Men from outer space. She didn't dare to ask, worried she might cause him to back down from talking to her. "What were you doing before this?" She asked, changing the subject a little. "Postman. Or boy, more or less. Delivered the newspaper with my brother on weekends. Went to school like everyone else. And then Torchwood blew everything away."

"What do mean 'blew everything away'?" Clara asked and crossed her arms from the sudden chill of the wind. "Canary Wharf. That's where everything started. They let the ghosts through, and suddenly the entire world was flooded with Tin Men without hearts." Jimmie replied. Clara frowned. She had a feeling one of her echoes had been in that battle in the skyscrape, and from the very start, something had bugged her. Something just wasn't right about the whole situation. "Were you ever in there? Canary Wharf?" She asked. Jimmie shook his head. "No. My dad worked there, and was one of the only ones to get out." Clara looked ahead, mouth pouting a little in thought. "Don't you think we should split up? Investigate both the London Eye and Big Ben?" She asked the teen. He thought for a moment before nodding. "Maybe we should. We should be able to find them faster that way." He replied. Clara thought about suggesting this to the Doctors, but she voted against herself. The two versions were arguing too much to actually take any notice. She gestured with her head toward a sideway, leading closer to the London Eye. Jimmie nodded as well, and while the young man walked inside the alley, Clara grabbed Danny's arm and dragged him along with her.

The Doctor's companions always wandered off, so this was nothing new.
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As Clara suspected, the two Doctors noticed nothing.

Rose and Mickey did, however, notice. "He never manage to get companions who doesn't wander off." Rose snorted and nudged Mickey's arm and pointed. "How long do you think it'll take for him to notice?" Smiled Mickey. "Ten quid on five minutes." Rose smiled back and held out her hand for a handshake. "Done." He said and shook her hand firm. He held it a bit longer than was supposed, but Rose didn't waver in her smile. She'd missed him, she really had.

Not even five minutes had passed before the older Doctor turned around to speak to his current companion. The look on his face, shock and dumbfoundness mixed, was enough to make Rose and Mickey snigger. "We're not getting any better on picking companions that wander off, are we?" Ten asked and looked around as well. "No. There's been one recent that didn't wander off, but he didn't stay long." Twelve responded and knitted his eyebrows. Ten did as well.

When the two of them turned back around, Mickey held out a hand to Rose. The blonde pouted her lips and dug up ten quid from her pocket and shoved the money into Mickey's waiting hand, and who had a grin plastered on his face.

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A/N: Look who's back! Not sure for how long, but I'm still back at the moment!
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