When Jelly Babies Attack-WIP
Just a little way to say thank you for all the birthday wishes I've received so far *hugs*
Title: When Jelly Babies Attack-WIP
Author: janna_hawkins
Summary: "Perhaps you'd care for a jelly baby instead of insulting everyone's fashion sense?"
Characters: First-Tenth Doctors
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Doctor Who except my psychic paper, sonic screwdriver and sonic pen :)
Author Notes: The idea for this fic is half danaems 's. Thank you, Facebook Chat :)
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The Doctor looked around the console room and sighed.
The other eight people in looked straight back at him and seven of them sighed in unison.
The other man just glared at him from his position against the opposite wall. "Still don't see how you could have mucked this up enough to have to summon us from our own time streams in order to help. I was actually having a good time with Rose when your call came in."
The apparently oldest man looked over the first's attire disapprovingly from his position on the console bench. "And I for one cannot believe that my fashion sense could have degraded enough to wear...leather and blue jeans."
"For your information they're not blue jeans. They're designer black jeans. They help me blend in more than any of you ever did. Especially you," he snapped, glaring at the tall curly-haired man examining the console.
"Oh, do be quiet," the other man replied, straightening his long multi-coloured scarf. "Perhaps you'd care for a jelly baby instead of insulting everyone's fashion sense?"
"Oh, that's your solution for everything, isn't it? Hand out sweets to everyone and hope that they'll set aside their differences and get along."
"Well it's worked!"
"Name one time, Scarfman!"
The Doctor sighed again. This really was not working out the way he had thought. He glanced to his left and met the eyes of the celery-wearing man beside him. "So, what do you think? Daft idea or what?"
"Well..."
"Most daft idea since Davros decided to make the Daleks," his leather jacket-clad predecessor snapped, stalking towards the console.
"Oi! Whose bright idea was it to let Rose bring Adam with? He nearly destroyed all of history!"
"Whose idea was it to telepathically suggest to a pile of jelly babies that they should try and think for themselves?!"
"It was going to happen anyway! I just helped them along a bit to match the historical date!"
The argument was cut short by one of the others pounding the hilt of his umbrella on the floor, causing the TARDIS' hum to change disapprovingly. "Sorry, old girl," he said softly before turning to his successors. "You've both made excellent points no matter how unknowing I am of the events. Now, the point I have to make is that we all have to work together in order to solve this problem. We can't all be at each other's throats the whole time or nothing good will come of it."
"Right. So, back off, Dark and Moody! I'm the Doc-" He stopped as his umbrella-wielding self lifted the object threateningly.
"What did I just say? Stop this fighting."
The Doctor scowled and stomped over to the console, brushing aside the scarf-wearing man as he did so. He looked back at his immediate predecessor and motioned to him. "Fine. No fighting. Shall we get on with this then?"
"Fine with me," the other man snapped as he took his place on the opposite side of the console.
As the two of them piloted the TARDIS to their destination, their other incarnations glanced amongst themselves some grimacing at the others' attire. Most of the glances were reserved for the one in the multi-coloured suit jacket who stood uncomfortably near the doors.
Finally he glared at his other selves and snapped, "I know my clothes are hard on the eyes but can you please stop staring?!"
"Why should we? You're certainly the most entertaining thing in the room."
"Oh, thank you for that, Sir Velvet Waistcoat! Found any dinosaurs lately?"
"I'll have you know that-"
"Oh, please be quiet!" the Doctor shouted, receiving glares from all of his previous incarnations. "We're all here to stop the planet from being conquered by jelly babies, not fight with each other."
"Says the geek," the leather jacket-clad man muttered.
"I heard that!"
"Good. Now, what's your plan?"
"What?"
"Your plan to stop the takeover of Earth. What is it?"
"Ah. Well, I thought at first that we'd try and reason with the jelly babies."
"Uh-huh. And then?"
"Weeeell," he said uncomfortably, running a hand through his hair. "I'm sort of...possibly...maybe making this plan up as I go."
"Of course."
"Oi! I know for a fact that this is a strategy that each of us has used at some point!"
"Usually to no success."
"Well...yes but this time will be different."
"That's what we said!" the other Doctors chorused.
The Doctor in the pinstriped suit sighed and plopped down on the bench. "Well, do any of you have a better idea?"