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"So, we've been upgraded? Interesting." Ten chuckled as he followed Martha, hands shoved deeply into his hoodie jacket. Smiling, I gently placed a hand on his shoulder supportively.

He was adorable, in a small grey hoodie with a bleeding heart, a black t-shirt with an emo Pikachu on it, a pair of light grey jeans, and cat trainers. All complemented by the long scarf of the fourth Doctor.

"In a sense yes, however only because you both need help." Three responded, gently leading me by the arm towards the large door. It was absolutely adorable, with the delicate white door.

Enter the room we were greeted by a beautiful sitting room, with a small television set in the wall, a few games systems, a nice couch and chairs, leading to a balcony.

"How long have you had this place set up? I mean, how does half of it work?" I asked watching the Doctor collapses on the nearest couch, pulling open a game on the X Box.

"A long time, but it was more of a cool off slash break room for meltdowns and multiple Doctor events." Ten called with a shrug, never can remember how it was set up, probably took several if us and some messy technicality cards."

Chuckling lightly, I turned to Martha watching as she followed Three out of the room. I knew he would have been the one to set it up, him and the Second Doctor. As much as they put up acts -they hated each other, Two was unorganized, Three was bossy- they always got the job done best when they worked together.

"I and Eleven are the same, hate each other but we get it done. Ours, however, is based off the war." Ten called tossing the controller gently back into the bin. "Nine and Four don't get along the best but that is, probably the least petty out of them all. They are just too different, I mean, Four with colours and Nine with darkness."

"What are talking about?" I asked collapsing beside him with a small smile.

"Rivalries, you were thinking of Two and Three right?" He asked, crawling quietly up to me.

"Yeah, you have never had a great relationship with your selves have you?"

"No not really, but look at me next to you. My personality jumps, but you have never really changed too wildly." He responded face dropping a tad. "I mean, we are very different people Koshi, it's sad."

"But I like that about you Theta, you're so different than the others. I have always loved that about you." I responded quietly, slowly moving to pull him into a hug.

"Don't. Don't bother, alright. I'm not stupid, you just pity me. We aren't friends, you made that much clear. You just want to use me again." He whispered, pulling away from me, dropping his head with a frown. "But you don't have to play nice, I don't really care as long as you are honest."

"I really do Theta, I just. I didn't want you stopping me, or even going after me. So I told you we..." I started, flinching as the Doctor slammed his fist against the table.

"Stop lying to me! I know you are going to betray me! You hate me! So why don't you stop pretending to be all fucking innocent and just tell me the truth!" He snapped, glaring a cold and icy glare.

"I'm not lying Theta! I'm not lying, and I'm sorry I made it so that you feel like I hate you!. I messed up, and it cost me you, and I just. I never stopped to think how truly think how bad things had gotten!" I yelled, whimpering as the Doctor tossed the phone at the wall. "Please, I am so sorry."

"Doctor, I need to take a few deep breaths! Remember what we talked about, deep breathing." Matha calked rushing in, carefully pulling me off the couch and stepping in front of me. Trembling, I collapsed curling into a small ball. My breath hitched as there was the second crash, shouting distant but frightening never the less.