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--Apple--

I panted hard from the running and leaned against the door, listening to Oldie banging on it from outside. He had caught up with us pretty quickly, so I hoped the others had run off in a different direction instead of following us and getting caught. As I relaxed, I looked around at the room. Muffins was already concentrated on perusing the bookshelves, so I guess that's why she hadn't noticed the other door, which was hiding behind a particularly large painting of Catherine the Great and a Slitheen. Muffins was engrossed in the bookshelf and she seemed to be doing a good enough job as it was, so I tiptoed quietly across the room and out the other door. Eyes of Fire rumbled softly to himself, and then he followed me.

The next room was like a really long, wide corridor with a low ceiling and several columns that looked like they belonged in an underground parking lot. Plastered on the columns were gigantic posters of Darth Vader, Darth Maul, Count Dooku, Emperor Palpatine, and General Grievous (I knew them from the time that I'd been able to sneak into a cinema when the films first came out). On a workbench nearby was what looked like a prototype for a working C3PO, and on a ledge in one of the closest columns there was a Darth Vader mask that was breathing ominously. In the large open area in front of me was something that almost made me choke with not laughing. There were two long, cylindrical tubes with huge engines inside, and connecting them in a triangle with a small spherical cockpit were lengths of long cable. It was just too crazy! I whirled around and yelled back at Muffins in the other room, “Come and see! Morre, or someone, is” I started laughing so hard I could barely continue the sentence, “is a......Star Wars fan!” I fell over giggling and gasping for air, “And....he's trying....to....build a working......pod racer!” It was just too much, and I gave up trying to talk.

Muffins came to the door and surveyed the room and its contents. “It looks like it's probably Crane's workshop, there's a sign on this door that says 'Do not enter, Crane's private workshop', so why would you think that it's Morre?" I stopped laughing at the mention of a sign that I should've been able to read, and rolled over to get back up. Something jabbed into my leg, and I remembered something that might help steer the conversation away from reading, “Never mind that, I just realized that I've still got your TARDIS! Not that it'll be much use...” I handed Muffins her TARDIS, feeling downcast. “Did you find anything that might help us defeat Morre?”

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I just couldn't help myself with the Star Wars references, sorry. I don't even like Star Wars that much, but my siblings have been reading Star Wars based graphic novels recently, and the idea popped into my head and wouldn't go away. I don't know anything about Star Trek, otherwise I might've done something from that instead.

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--Apple--

All of a sudden, the Doctors, the stranger, Blonde, and Greg appeared in the workshop with us, and then Greg grabbed a book and shouted some random words, and we were all, including Crane, teleported into another room. Morre and a very bad temper were there, and so was a big screen with lots of scenes of Daleks killing people. It looked really bad. Morre said something about it being all the fault of someone named Mr. Artwel, although he aimed the remark at Greg, which confused me. Then I felt a prick in my arm, and when I looked down I saw a small, round hovering robot. "Ow! What was that for?" I said indignantly. The robot looked as confused as a robot can look, and then it switched needles and poked me again. "Stop it!" I yelled, and I jumped away from it. Looking around, I saw that Greg and Blonde had fallen over in a coma-like state with robots identical to mine hovering over them. The stranger had blasted her robot, which was spinning around drunkenly just below the ceiling. Muffins and the Doctors were avoiding their own robots, and I guessed that whatever the robots had poked us with first didn't work on Time Lords, but they looked smart enough to figure that out and find something that would work. "Remarkable!" shouted the older looking Doctor, but then his robot caught up with him and he fell over with a silly grin plastered on his face. The robots seemed to have found the right substance for Time Lords. The stranger was trying to shoot at Muffin's robot, but it was too fast and she couldn't seem to get an aim on it. Suddenly, I felt another poke in my arm, and this time it hurt like the billy-o! The last thing I saw before it got dark was the blast of the robot exploding and a cloud of smoke from the stranger's blaster.

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--Apple--

I woke up as Greg grabbed me and pulled me inside some strange TARDIS. It was probably Muffin's, because it looked a bit like a kitchen and there were a bunch of fresh muffins sitting on the control console. “Mmmph! Let go of me!” I grumbled at Greg, and he dropped me onto the TARDIS's floor when I elbowed him in the ribs. I grunted and lay there, winded. Eyes of Fire padded over to me and licked my forehead with his big sandpapery tongue. “You all right?” He asked, his gravely voice echoing around the inside of the TARDIS. Muffins looked startled. “He can talk?” she asked.

“'Course he can! He's a Panjagord, en't he?” I said, getting up off the floor, looking around, and grabbing a muffin.

Muffins was holding some book, The Doctor was making sure his other self was comfortable, the stranger was putting Lizzie down on the floor, and Greg was bent over double wheezing from my elbow. “Sorry.” I told him, although I didn't think I was. Muffins put the book down and asked “Okay, now what do we do?”

“Nothing, of course.” said a familiar voice, and Mr. Crane emerged from the shadows. “At least, not without my help.” He added quickly as the stranger pointed her blaster at him. He raised his arms. “I'm not with Morre the moron anymore. I don't know why I joined him in the first place, and once he's taken over the world he's bound to get rid of me, so I decided to come and help you.”

“What can you do to help us, then?" asked the stranger warily, at the same time that Muffins questioned “How did you get into my TARDIS?” and the Doctor asked, “Who are you?”

The old guy smiled mysteriously. “I can help you by shutting down the Anti-Outer-Directed-Teleportation-Device from in here if you wish, and as to the other two questions, I'm surprised that River Song hasn't recognized me by now, and as she loves to say, 'Spoilers!'”

The stranger stared at him hard, and then said, “So this is what you look like now, my old friend The Candlestick Maker.” The man frowned, “I much prefer to be called Alan, and actually, I think I'd look better if I had blond hair. You know, like Draco Malfoy. I'm getting tired of being so old and having such an obsession with Star Wars.” He then put his head back and streams of silvery dust emanated from his skin. For a moment he was too bright to look at, and then the silver reformed and he did, in fact, look a lot like what one might imagine a thirty-year-old Draco would look like. His clothes had changed too, for some reason. He wore a large brown Stetson, a vest that looked bulletproof, and high leather boots.

“Right then, River Song, I'm Alan, they're both the Doctor, and I don't know who the others are, so you should probably introduce us.”

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John F.Q. wanted his character to be good, so this happened. That's pretty much all I can think of to say here, except that we'll probably have watched Nine by the next time I write, so Apple will have a permanent nickname for him probably!

--Mr. Crane a.k.a. Alan now--

My eyes opened. It felt good to have regenerated after such a long time pretending to not be a Time Lord. With every new body came a new chance to redeem myself for what I had done, or to be more precise, what I would do. I asked my old friend River Song to introduce everyone, so she did. The young girl was like me, she preferred to be called Apple instead of her Time Lord name, which was the Tinker. Her feline friend was a rare Panjagord named Eyes of Fire, the two humans were Greg Artwel and Lizzie Carthem, I already knew who each of the two versions of the Doctor were, and the owner of the TARDIS was called the Physicist. Then River Song introduced herself to everyone else for some reason, and then I addressed the Physicist with my best penitent voice and asked her forgiveness for entering her TARDIS without her say-so, and then going and regenerating all over the place. She smiled grudgingly, and said it was alright.

“Right then,” I said, and produced my Vortex Manipulator from my pocket. “I'll have to get the Anti-Outer-Directed-Teleportation-Device from the control deck, I'll be right back.” I then vortex-manipulated and appeared beside the control panel. Morre was there! “Why aren't you still knocked out?" I asked him. “Who are you? I've never seen you before in my life, and I'd like to know how you know about my Doppelganger down in the hold! Not that I'm not a Doppelganger myself, at the moment.” said Morre. I didn't answer his question, but instead quickly grabbed the A-O-D-T-D and vortex-manipulated back to the safety of the Physicist's TARDIS. I turned off the A-O-D-T-D, and the Physicist fired up the engine of her TARDIS, and the next thing I knew, we were peering around her TARDIS door that had landed on a balcony overlooking the main Dalek control center. It was swarming with Daleks, and there was another huge screen showing what the Daleks were doing in Scotland.

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Gangers are weird....

And Alan has a mysterious past.... 

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