--Greg--

Apple teleported away with her VM. That was rude. She'd just left us there. And she'd taken the Physicist's TARDIS!

"Well, Doctors," I said, "we'd better get on with things and follow them." It was now just me and the two Doctors there. "I don't remember the coordinates," said Leather Jacket Doctor. "Do you?" he asked the Recorder Doctor.

"Nope," he replied. "But we can reverse the teleportation cycle and bring her back here."

"Actually," I said, "don't we have a way to just follow in her path?"

Leather Jacket Doctor entered his TARDIS, and Recorder Doctor and I followed him. He quickly did a bit of tapping at the Scanner Keyboard, and then up popped an image of Apple, a strange creature, and a frizzy haired woman with a blaster. The galactic coordinates popped up on screen and Recorder Doctor copied them down. "I'll just use my TARDIS to follow you two!" he said, and left.

The Doctor flicked a few switches and wound a few dials, and a moment later we materialised. He opened the door. Recorder Doctor's TARDIS was also there.

"Hello, hello, hello!" said Leather Jacket Doctor, raising his eyebrows high and smiling enormously. Hendel entered the room. "Hello, Doctor... s," he said. "Welcome to my spaceship. It has a special sheild. You can teleport in, but not out, unless you have my approval, or you kill me, in which case you inherit control of the shield. If I kill myself or die from an outside source, the shield falls. If only I could be killed."

The Daleks entered. "EXTERMINATE!!!" they shouted.

Then, suddenly, Leather Jacket Doctor's TARDIS rang.

"What?" he said. "It's not supposed to..."

He picked it up. "Hello!" he said. "This is the Doctor speaking."

"Hi!" said the voice on the other end, which was quite loud enough for me to hear. "It's me! Well, you! Yes, I know it's not supposed to place and take calls, but I'm a future you and there's been a bit of change! It's rather timey-wimey!"

"What?" said the Doctor. "You're me? Can you tell me anything about my future?"

"I'm calling to give you advice!" said the Phone Doctor. "Hendel has one weakness. It lies in his bookshelf."

"He has a bookshelf?"

"Yes! The specific one you're looking for contains the ONE way to stop him. Beware, it's dangerous! I have to go now!"

"Wait," said Leather Jacket Doctor. "Can you give me a word about my future? Something important?"

There was a pause. Then the Phone Doctor said, "Oswin." and hung up.

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Okay, I know from leaked secrets that sometime in Season 8 in a 12th Doctor episode the 11th will call Clara from across time and space. Also I just thought that would be a cool thing to put in, the 11th making a call to 9th. Since apparently the TARDIS making phone calls in a regular thing on the show now. 

Aaagh! Don't let this die!

I'm just finishing up the next part!

Don't let this die because I'm a slow writer at the moment! Save this thread people! 

--Apple--

As I stood up -- holding tightly onto
Eyes of Fire's thick almost-shoulder-high neck fur 'cause I was so
glad to see him -- the two TARDIS-s materialized and I had to swallow
hard so as not to be sick from the paradox, which kept getting
stronger. I had been going to ask the stranger if she would actually
answer the question of who she was, but it flew out of my mind when
Morre and a Dalek rounded the corner and suddenly the Leather-Jacket
Doctor got some strange phone-call. It was evidently VERY strange,
because after hanging up he stared hard at Morre and asked him, “So,
what sort of books do you like to read?” in a nonchalant way. Morre
looked flabbergasted, which was a welcome change from his usual
expression of I Know Something You Don't And It Means I'll Win, but
he quickly pulled himself together. I, for my part, was having the
sneaking suspicion that if books were going to be a part of this
adventure I would have to disappear into the background, or pretend
that I could read more than the few words I knew. Having lived since
I was five on the streets of London there had never been many chances
to learn the rest of my letters, and the only one who knew this was
Eyes of Fire.

Morre was still looking surprised at
there being so many more of us than when he'd teleported, but instead
of looking scared, he spoke calmly into a microphone on his wrist,
“Mr. Crane, if you would be so kind as to come here at once....and
bring the mind-wipers in case anyone becomes troublesome.” Almost
at once, an elderly-looking man with a crooked back and a mild smile
appeared from around the corner pulling a hovering trolley loaded
with all sorts of bulky equipment. At that very moment, the stranger,
who had been standing quietly beside me an' Eyes of Fire and staring
at the Doctor-s with a smile of secrecy on her lips, pulled up her
arm that held the gun and before anyone else knew what had happened,
she'd shot the Dalek inoperational and then shot a bolt at the pile
of machinery in the trolley. Unfortunately, there appeared to be some
kind of forcefield around the equipment and the bolt bounced off it
and just missed another Dalek coming around the by now well-travelled
corner. “Well then, milady” said Morre, with affected politeness
and a cold smirk, “it seems that you are our first contender for
testing our lovely new machine, don't you think? Mr. Crane, apprehend
her.”

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I was thinking that maybe Morre's brain is inside some special book or something? It doesn't really matter too much to me though. (I don't want to rule this thread and have it all become my story by me imposing my ideas on you guys)

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Hendel Morre~

I knew what they were up to. But, ha, they wouldn't find it. I had many bookshelves in my base, and while this one was the one most suited for tea, it was not one where they would find anything.

Mr. Crane, the useless old thing. If he was twenty years younger, no, thirty, he'd be the best. But he was not thirty years younger, but instead an old man, and while I often found myself irritated with him, there was no one better to replace him.

He disgusted me almost as much as time lords did.

But I knew who to keep. And for the time being, I would keep Mr. Crane. I smiled to myself as Mr. Crane started the machine. Because even if he was a worthless old thing, he knew how to apprehend someone almost as well as when I had apprehended him.

I don't know. Sorry everyone, I've fallen behind on this thread... but we needed something from Hendel's POV, so here it is.... 

--Apple--

The old guy advanced towards Muffins and the stranger, and I suddenly had an amazingly stupid idea. However, since it was really our only chance, I went with it, stupid or not. “Hey Mr. Evil Guy, do you know what the Doctor's favourite word is?” I yelled, “well, I'm going to add two more words to it to make the sentence....” Here I raised my voice even louder, “DUCK AND RUN!" Surprisingly, everyone got my hint, and in an amazing attempt at synchronization, we actually all went in the same direction. Unfortunately, it was a direction that led us away from and towards a bunch more Daleks.

We skidded to a stop, surrounded by Daleks. I tripped over someone's feet, someone else tripped over me and kept going across the slippery floor, and the stranger hauled me to my feet by the back of my shirt, and said breathlessly, “Well, that was a good idea to start with, but I think it may need just a bit of working on.” Then she smiled recklessly and continued, “By the way, I know who you all are from your enlightening Panjagard friend, but I don't believe you know who I am, do you?” her gaze was distracted by a Dalek that had advanced towards us, although none of them were firing....yet. “We'll just have to keep it that way until we're somewhere that's not infested with Daleks. Maybe the curiosity will help you all survive.” Then she started blasting the Daleks.

No one else except Muffins seemed to have anything that worked against Daleks, so I was pleasantly relieved when Eyes of Fire's claws cut through Dalekanium with just the tiniest bit more resistance than butter. Well, maybe a bit more than that. Anyways, in a few minutes there wasn't a Dalek in sight, but then – as usual around a corner – Morre and his personal hunchback appeared. I ran, and at least one other person followed me.

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It's hard to figure out what River Song might say and what she wouldn't..... I feel like her last sentence is stretching it.

I got Dalekanium from the episode with Daleks from the cult of Skaro in New York, and it certainly sounds like it should be what Daleks are made of.  

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Oh faithful whovians and writers here, do not dare to let this die!