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Training task (Luke, 10, 4 and Trance)

He'd listened to the Librarian's talk and demonstration, still trying to take it all in. He wasn't as completely surprised as he surmised some of the others in the room might be. It was strange and new, but his life hadn't exactly been normal since he'd left Tattooine all those years ago. Most of the beings, human or otherwise, were strangers to him, although he was still coming to grips that somehow, Tarkin was here as well. He had what Han would call a bad feeling that they were going to squabble a lot before this was through. Part of Luke still wanted to kill the Imperial, after what he'd done to Leia and Alderaan. But, a Jedi did not seek revenge. He'd probably just do his best to stay out of Tarkin's way when they were all in here and not get into too many fights.

The books, apparently, were like portals or gates, passages to different worlds. The one his fingers ended up opening was...great, a farm. Just about the lowest thing on his list to see. Of course, raising crops and animals was a different thing than moisture farming in the desert, but he suspected there'd be some similarities, too.

He'd been told it was best to go about this with partners, so he'd talked to a few of others and there were four of them now as they prepared to step through the portal.

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"Doesn't matter whut an Ood really is. That's what you are when you're around her." A short pause.

"She had this other voice coming from her tattoo after I told her my name and it said, 'you chose to call yourself The Doctor."

Come now, self you know even if ask - yourself isn't going to give you answers. So keep wondering!

"Yes." Ten states simply with no emotion attached and doesn't seem to be bothered by having renounced the Time Lords. Himself - himselves didn't fit in with that society and way of life not interfering. Not having adventures.

"... Possibility because thar isn't any time." Haven't you noticed self that you can't tell when you are in here or The Library? There's also the fact that he's splintering off. How? What is strong enough to pull two of himselves from the Tardis?

"She prefers Fred from what I recall." So, his fourth incarnation is searching for the six segments of the Key to Time. So, this one is early on in the timeline of that incarnation.

Then glances around their surroundings, after all they need to keep an eye out for trouble.

"Well if you're going to go about telling people I am one, I think it does matter." Her tattoo spoke? Well that was interesting. He'd have to ask Miss Trace about that when he got the chance to. Which would possibly involve some sort of a plan...his self seemed, nervous? No that wasn't the word.

"No time. Improbable." Which meant that was probably what was going on. Oh this was going to give him a head ache. Or would it? Searching for the Key of Time was important, there was no doubt. Already he was missing Romana's snitty voice and K9's acerbic humor. This would possibly be a bit of reprieve. A bit of one. He was stuck in a nexus world with...himself.

"Far too delicate a name for her." Also, it's rather good that Ten is keeping an eye out for trouble, as Four is now falling into his mind a bit. Two of him without threat to the Universe. How dilapidated was this library if it needed, not only two Time Lords but two Doctors to help save it?

"Thar telepathic humanoids."

Concerned. Concerned is the word because if Trance or whatever is in Trance knew that what else does that thing know?

"Expect around her for some reason." At least a feel of time if anything but still something compared to the nothingness.

Looking out for trouble one way of putting - another thing is self - looking back isn't something The Doctor is very good at. In fact, looking at himself here hurts. Himself before the dark days -

Before the Time War and himself getting involved despite his running from getting involved in the Time War.

You are his innocence. Literally. With the loss of Rose weighing on him - yourself is going to watch over his self.

In all this silence if Four is to took into Ten's eyes - apparently a lot has happened.

"Ah!" That does explain somethings. He grinned at that notion. Always wonderful to have someone interesting to talk to. "Fascinating." He paced around a bit more, eyes watching everything and nothing at once. His mind was preoccupied with the enigma that was, well, himself.

He tapped his chin with a finger before pointing at Ten. Catching the look in his older self's eyes. The curiosity burned hotter and he grit his teeth in frustration. He couldn't ask...no time to collapse and he still could not ask.

"Then we stay around her. Simple." Except it never was nor will it be, it seemed. "Preoccupied was never a look I fancied." Pointed look at Ten.

Lips are sealed. Lips are completely sealed. Even in a place without time - until further research is done - the ripple effect on his own timeline self! The ripple effect!

Even if Ten is sorely tempted to drop about The Time War and how to not get involved but then if he didn't - he would have died with everyone else and the rest of the universe while the Time Lords on Gallifrey ascended into higher beings of consciousness. The War Room in Gallifrey only cared about saving the Time Lords - middle f the rest of the universe.

Of course, thinking of another solution - there wasn't any. Did the only choice that is there without breaking time laws.

There's a deep sigh.

And what Ten really misses - self - is actually being able to keep the companion at arms length. But back then - there was always Gallifrey to go home too and can't help but envious of himself too because of that. The red grass, two suns and the mountains where himselves grew up in. Which for a moment someone appears to be reminiscing.

And some days - even if Ten won't admit it to himself either - he misses his childhood friend. Despite their very complicated history together. Space is lonely self when you have no one to go back to. No home to go back too.

"Yes. But around her, you're John Smith and we'll find out how much that thing knows..."

And the frustration grows. Four frowning as he nearly storms away from...himself. There was obviously a lot between them. Time, faces, events...things that Four would never know. Not in the true sense of knowing. Who knew what went on with regeneration. Four didn't know if any of his past incarnation were still aware in his mind (Heavens that would be a catastrophe).

"I am The Doctor." That large grin appeared on his face again, "You can be John Smith." Yes he was aware the introduction were already done but frankly he didn't care. He wasn't the one obsessing over hiding in plain sight. Never was. He'd had enough hiding in his previous incarnation. Now was his time for adventure and exploration. Holidays on any and every planet that would welcome him.

"You are frustrating."

"I can't be John Smith. I already told her I'm The Doctor." Then catches up with himself and whispers loudly as Ten looks himself directly in the pale blue eyes with fiery and hurt brown eyes. "We may as well tell at that point that we can regenerate. How much are you willing to tell everyone things in a place we don't know how much control we have over?"

Ten isn't going to ask why he's frustrating he knows exactly why.

"And?" Four's lips pulled back in annoyance, some part of his mind registering anything it felt was important about the younger looking man in front of him. "I see nothing wrong with that. Control is objective and something to simply apply to a situation rather than gather to it. Or garner in some cases."

He waved his hand in emphasis, Aside that, what point is there if she, or any others, can garner their own control by holding information over our heads."

The rage visible in Ten's face is showing the dark part of his soul. Though, Ten does understand that this version of himself spent his third life in hiding and also doesn't know all the Time Lords die later on.

"Fine. But in that case - Doctor. I'm not leaving your side."

Four watched the odd emotion cross his older self's face. His own reflecting back confusion for a brief second before realization replaced it. There was so much more to this story...and he would never hear it. Never learn of the reason the darkness he'd only glanced at, had come to just unguarded levels.

A faint pout on his lips and he tilted his head down enough to be nearly eye level, "So...that's why they're brown." Straightening up he turned to start through the woods again. "As you want, myself, as you want. But I won't wait for you. I've done three lives of waiting."

Ten's face begins to soften at that small and brief remark and stares back at those pale blue eyes. He won't admit to himself or the self in front of him but Ten needs Four more than Four probably needs him.

"Yes, I know. You spent your last life exiled on Earth." Due to the Time Lords of course, and the Time Lords will be the ones to call The Doctor back to save them and rid of the exile.

It's such a victorious cycle with The Doctor and the Time Lords

"Don't worry. I have my trainers on." By which that mean his sandshoes and lots of practice running.

Goodness, self he never noticed how many Rose qualities you have till meeting you again.

My goodness, this couldn't be a more boring assignment.

Four glances behind him then down. Trainers? Really? This is worse than the velvet coats. "If it is possible, I am leaving a note with the TARDIS." He started off again, looking for any sort of worn pathway or signs of places that wary travelers could rest.

"No bowties. No trainers."

Ten eyes over at Four, more questions that don't have an answer. Where is she? Why can't Ten feel that link?

He feels like he's walking around blind between the space-time powers being gone and the mental link to the TARDIS not there.

Also, if the TARDIS is somewhere here, is there one TARDIS or two?

Ten speeds ahead but still in eye shot and takes a seat with his legs crossed. How long has it been? Luke and Trance must be alright. No one is screaming.

"Do you have you your jelly babies?"

The quiet after mentioning TARDIS is a large clue, but Four simply watches his other self run past. He knew well that whatever connection he had with the time stream and the TARDIS was gone. It was discerning but not something he was going to focus on. Not now at least. There was little that could be done about it and, for Four, there was not need to worry.

Taking a more casual stroll, either to spite or help his other self he wasn't sure, he raised an eyebrow. Without a word he reached into his pocket and pulled out the white bag. Taking an orange one he tossed it at Ten.

"I know it would be ridiculous to ask, but simply because I can I will. What number are you? Or shall I hence forth call you 'Cockatoo'?"

Ten smiles brightly seeing his other self pull out the jelly babies and clasps his hands together and catches the jelly baby.

For a moment, thinks to say six but what if Six actually shows up and saying five could paranoia this one. And wants nothing to do with Eight or Nine (besides Rose).

"Cockatoo? Cockatoo? Oh, scarfy really?"

"Far more creative than John Smith." And wasn't that last name a small pain to his hearts. He hides behind a bright grin and cocks an eyebrow, "Are you after me? If so I feel I should put off complaining about my ears."

Ten bites off the orange jelly baby head and chews it very slowly. As if savoring the taste. As if it's been one hundred - fifty-four years since he's had one.

Then gives his other self a 'really look', "The purpose of John Smith isn't to be creative."

Then shakes his head at the question, "If you think my ears are bad you should have seen the ears on the us before me. Now those were elephant ears."

But that's the version of him that also met Rose and his brown eyes look at himself sadly as if saying, Why self? Why couldn't he save her?

Even if he knows the other him can't give an answer.

More questions than answer but then, that had always been the way hadn't it? From what he could remember at least. "The purpose of anything should be fun or creative." Even if saving things tended to waylay that sort of thought. As it stood, neither of them was saving anything at the moment. So fun needed to be something of a motivator.

Or Four would begin to get antsy just standing about.

"Well you would know, wouldn't you? I only have three in front of me." But at least there was another one added. How many left between him and this peacock? how many events had occurred to put that look on his own face?

"And sometimes too much creativity or fun can get you noticed."

Ten finishes the rest of the jelly baby and still seeming to savor it. Like an orgasm in his mouth and like the jelly baby in his mouth misses when things were less complicated. Misses being able to return to Gallifrey despite the Time Lords and him having a never ending tug of war.

When - The Doctor didn't fall in love with humans. Looking at himself, that version and Romana were quite close but managed to actually keep the relationship at arms length.

Eighth Doctor. The last time that The Doctor would see The Master and when The Doctor would crash onto Karn and become involved in the Time War. Ten's aura grows distant and cold.

"We should probably see how Luke and Trance are doing. Don't you think?"

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"What better way to hide?" He's watching his older self now. Not simply in acknowledgement that the other man is there but far more searching. He felt a tick in his jaw and quickly Four brought a child-like grin to his face. "At least you have some taste. If that look on your face tells me anything." He pointedly looks as though he is speaking about Ten's reaction to the Jelly Babies.

It wasn't just that of course.

"Possibly." His deep voice pitches a bit in annoyance, "At least that would be something I'm allowed witness too."

"John Smith isn't going to get a second glance like Cockatoo."

Ten hides his mouth behind his two hands as those are now folded in front of his mouth. The Doctor gets it. Himself wants to know what will happen. However, certain information really shouldn't be given out. Not even to himself.

Then with a big sigh both his hands fall into his lap and Ten stands up and with wide enthusiastic eyes states, "You will have MANY amazing adventures waiting, for you Scarfy! And you're going to enjoy all of those! Really. They're going to be brilliant."

Ten eyes himself with cold eyes and you other self will save Davros. When the Time Lords send you on a mission to kill all the Daleks.

And...

Ten should tell you right now to not to do that, shouldn't he? Ten eyes away from himself. Then The Doctor wouldn't be the only Time Lord and wouldn't need to be hiding. Then the blood that The Doctor feels on himself wouldn't be there. Then all those planets that the Daleks destroyed wouldn't have happened.

But is it right?

Then eyes back at Scarfy and remembers that version of himself when posed with that choice.

Just touch these two strands together and the Daleks are finished. Have I that right? You see some things could be better with the Daleks. Many future worlds would become allies just because of the Daleks. But the final responsibility is mine and mine alone. Listen if someone who knew the future pointed to a child and told you that child would grow up to be entirely evil and kill millions of lives -

could you then kill that child?

No. It's not right. That right is never there.

Without another word, Ten begins to walk again and does eye back to make sure himself isn't left behind.

Four popped another jelly baby in his mouth, watching his supposed older self carefully. Despite himself (or perhaps to spite himself) he grins broadly, "Ah! That holds some merit," The grin turns into a smirk, "my dear, Cockatoo."

The change in demeanor calls more attention than the standing and flailing (perhaps Sarah was right on that). The Doctor can only raise an eyebrow at the vague statements, watching his older self begin to go. There was coldness in those eyes and he wonders just what sort of 'brilliant adventures' cause that.

Putting the bag away he carefully picks his way back towards his other self, mind whirling and attempting to put pieces into place. Without his natural abilities, Four knows he has to fall back to observation and calculation. Not an impossible task, simply time consuming. Which, ironically, is something he is not sure he has much of. This man could honestly be a future self, that possibility exists. Then again, this man could also be the Black Guardian.

Ten doesn't say anything on the walk back but does check to make sure himself is still there. The least that The Doctor is do is help protect this younger self. This innocent version of himself and Ten needs this version of himself to keep Ten from going too far.

The Doctor pauses when he comes across a rose bush and in his mind eyes has flashes of Rose almost being sucked away into the void and then hitting the wall with her on the other side in another dimension.

Dropping to his knees is quiet for a moment as if some kind of grief or guilt and then very careful - smells the rose flower that seems to be the perfect one in the batch to Ten and then tenderly touches the rose flower on the side.

And forgets about his other self that is traveling with Ten.

The suspicion sticks as he follows his older self, trailing as far behind as he seems allowed to. The other man seemed to actually be watching out for him. Four raised an eyebrow, "You've no need to keep looking, I doubt a sycamore is going to so much as give me a splinter..."

Four trails behind Ten on purpose, until the older man disappears from sight. With a bit of a thoughtful frown, he peered around, "Or something else could happen." He finally spots his other on the floor before a rose bush of all things. Quietly, the younger Doctor watches his older, future self. Watches the strange emotions play on his future face. Emotions that he was certain had never been on his face.

That would never be on his face.

"Roses?" He asks after a lengthy pause. "Sentimental over roses?"

You know just as well as he does, other self that their powers aren't where they're supposed to be. How much can they take? Can they regenerate from a bullet wound like they should be able to? Ten has no desire to end up in the hospital again and die because his double hearts confuse the surgeons.

That is something his other self just may need to know.

When his other self-speaks to Ten, while still kneeling peers over. Rose could be here. Could end up here but - Rose may not know Ten's face. She could know the face that The Doctor met Rose in. The ears and leather face and then Rose could be and Ten shouldn't be around her. Ten eyes away halfway during that thought and lets a few tears run down his cheeks.

There's no answer as Four's older self-takes out his sonic screwdriverfrom his inside suitcoat pocket and cuts off the rose flower that The Doctor had been tenderly touching and smelling. Looks at the rose flower once more before that also goes inside his suitcoat with the sonic and stands back on his feet to continue walking.

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