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Ten states as if he doesn't care, "Whether or not it does, that's how this place starts."

There's a short pause, Ten will give you the cliff note version because for some reason future self you don't remember this place. For a moment The Time Lord eyes around maybe it's this universe and how it this doesn't stick to his mind or maybe it's something else. Either way, Ten can't ask.

"Anyways, the higher beings - called The Devas created the world above on which hangs above and supports Nautilus is Kalliste. Before Nautilus - "

Ten's voice turns grave, "There was a war."

Letting the words hang in the air between them for a few moments, "One of the Devas came and created Nautilus and sent out a call to other worlds since this place hangs so close to the flow of chaos, naturally people and those who came help aid the one Deva in taking down the one who started the war in Kalliste."

There's a long pause as Ten eyes himself in the eyes and gives a long pulled frown, shakes his head slightly with big brown sad puppy dog eyes. To answer the question on what abilities they don't have.

Ten gives himself a what the hell look and places his free hand behind his head, "I didn't say I was discounting The Master," starting rather gravely, "I said, I'll know what he looks like."

Since with Ten, The Master can't have a new body anymore it is impossible!

Meanwhile, continues to look away about Donna and Racnoss and with a worn sigh states, "Yeah... Right after I lost Rose Tyler..."

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Twelve is bored with the story, so only listens with half his attention. Who cares about the history, anyway.

"So, who brought us here and how do we get home?"

Which is all he cares about right now. Okay. No abilities. That will be problematic. Still, he's experienced worse - he things.

"But our knowledge is still intact?"

Oh dear God, he forgot how arrogant and emotional he was when he was Ten. Right. Well, time to take care of that, right now. "First, as far as you know, the Master is dead. Let's just keep it simple at that."

Because, none of that mess with Professor Yana and the Toclafane has happened for Ten yet.

We. 'Right after we lost Rose Tyler'. And she's not lost. We know where she is. Not being able to get to her isn't the same as losing her."

Which was more than he could say for Gallifrey after he saved it. Twelve knows all about loss now. River had been right all those years ago, he was hard work that go around. Too bad he had been too arrogant to believe her.

And that ached just a little. He hadn't seen her since they had parted ways after the Ponds... Right. He shakes his head. If he start to think about all those he's lost, he'll lose what little stability he has left.

"Nautilus did. And you're standing on them. Right now." There's something slightly comedic about those short sentences.

Then a pause as he ominously states, "I don't know how to get back. I've been stuck here a month and one week."

As he has been reduced to keeping time by the sunrises and sunsets.

"I assumed that thar was a problem to help with. But the only problems so far have been social disagreements."

Thank you, Dirk, Deadpool and Zim.

The obvious issue of course, is the how time flows here with the parallel and paradoxes but it sounds natural as much as all of this makes him cringe on the inside. As well as, well if he couldn't reach Rose what jurisdiction does he have in a sleeping universe?

Yes, someone went silent and sad looking again. Ten glances over, "Yes." Even if is questioning on how his future self doesn't seem to remember this place.

Ten swallows hard, "... Might as well be the same thing. Can't reach her." Someone is still beating himself up for failing to save her. Meanwhile, both his hearts seem to be grieving.

At the answer of those who brought them there, Twelve looks down. Then rolls his eyes as he looks back up at Ten.

"They're dead. Was it really that hard to say?"

He nods his head once to know that his knowledge should be intact. A month would be long enough for Ten to have discovered any gaps, if it's only 'abilities', well at least he hasn't lost everything.

Twelve would really like to smack his younger self about now. "Look, stop that with the eyes and the brooding! I'm over four billion years old, that doesn't work on me."

Is seemed like a familiar conversation to him. Especially about the eyes... He pulled a face as he tried to piece it together, but it was always just out of reach. Had he discovered another 'Clara hole'?

Ten eyes seem to be rather glassly and doesn't reply. Only dead silence to the answer to Twelve's question or rather Eleven in Ten's mind's eye.

Ten snaps back, "Maybe I don't want to have the emotional range of a Cyberman!"

Twelve blows his lips. Almost amused.

"Is that the best you can do?"

He pauses only briefly before continuing. "It's mostly because I'm Scottish this go."

He shrugs. Doesn't really matter.

"Look calm down. Focus. Not sure anything of anything from our past matters in this place."

He looks his younger self over.

"You wonder why I can't remember being here. Do keep up! It's how the universe protects itself from the destruction that paradoxes can cause. But you're too busy bemoaning Rose to remember what little of Time Lord training we actually learned well."

"You're Scottish? And you're not a ginger?" What the hell? Really what the hell. What does he have to do regenerate into a freaking ginger?

"Oh shut up." As Ten gives the other a glare.

"Kind of thought the accent would be a give away."

He rolls his eyes again.

"You can let go of the ginger thing too. We've moved on from that."

Though, to be far it took living fully as Eleven for that to happen.

"You and I both know, if there's one thing we can do, it's talk."

"Maybe you moved on from that. But I still want to be a ginger."

There's a long inhale and exhale as Ten places his suitcase on the ground and then pushes up his suit coat and shirt sleeve and reveals a futuristic looking watch. No, it's not Captain Jack's.

After pressing a few buttons and sends the Guide, "Thar. That's the Guide for later when you want to cheat. Also -" Draws attention to that suitcase on the floor with his foot.

"I'm living in a each district here. If you like I could contact Azmuth and Dead End so they know you could be stopping off when I'm not thar."

A long pause and looks directly at himself with tears coming down his cheeks,

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. But -" Almost a whisper, "She's not here..."

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"Then die your hair. Because if we can't regenerate it doesn't matter what you want, anyway."

Such. Hard. Work. And he has more important things to worry about... Which is what he's thinking about when Ten distracts him with something that looks suspiciously like a Vortex Manipulator.

"So, why can't we use that to get home?"

He had just finished speaking when something in his pocket vibrated. His phone. He had forgotten all about it. It's the He takes it out and starts to look at the message and... well. Yes. Fine. At least his reading speed is still very quick.

"She's got quite the attitude."

Which is all he'll say about that. Now, he's testing the different features because surely his phone can reach the TARDIS. Twelve is doing all of this while Ten is talking about moving from place to place. And just as Ten is talking about "she's not here", Twelve realises that whatever phone this is, isn't actually his phone.

He can't use it to reach the TARDIS. And what Ten said sinks in and he shrugs it off. He'll cry about it later, under the cover of Darkness.

"Well, someone had stolen her from the last place I left her. So this is one less place to look."

No, really, he'll be broken and utterly distraught later. That is a level of mourning that he doesn't share with anyone. Not even himself.

"I was thinking of bending my hair that colour. Although, so far. I'm only able to create small objects."

Ten has his palm open in front of him between the two and focuses with his eyes shut tight and slowly, very slowly - a key begins to appear in Ten's palm.

"It's a start at least."

Ten slips the key into his suitcoat pocket on the inside.

"Because it's not a vortex manipular. Only a basic communication device."

Ten only stares as he watches his other self-read quickly. My god. He didn't even crack a smile at reading Irene's post. He's seen the stone faces on Easter Island be more expressive and it's biting Ten on the inside on not asking on, why the change with personality. Ten recalls when he had been The War Doctor and transforming into Nine that made Nine so full of revenge and rage having been born out of war.

The more Ten stares at his other self, the more Ten doesn't want his own story to end.

"I was traveling in the time vortex when I found myself separated from her.." Which has happened once before, during when Nine had been transported to Satellite 5 and if it hadn't been for Azmuth, who knows how long Ten would have been in denial about the Police Box.

"Thar are also some residents you should know about. Thar's Azmuth. He's a Galvan. Good person... He also knows what I am...

Marinette also knows.

There's a creature called Zim. Just be careful around him. He's small but he's insane. Just insane. And on some mission from The Tallest to destroy Earth. For the time being, I have him believing I'm a Slitheen.

There's a human named Ray Stanz and him and his crew dimension hop with helping people against the paranormal. And has heard of our adventures as our Sixth Regeneration.

...He's nice. Good person." Ten adds an after thought.

"Thar are also resourceful people, Irene. As you've read. But also Dana. I still haven't met her."

Ten's voice becomes cautious, "Thar are robots here. But - they're not as single-minded as Daleks." However, Ten still doesn't fully trust them either.

"And three psychiatrists. Dr. Harleen Quinzel, who's a human and Rung and Gabe who are the A.I.s."

"Finally, there's a human named Dirk. I've been helping him for under a month and he's becoming better."

"...He has a gun. An isn't afraid to use it on others. But he won't use it on me anymore. Don't tell him you're also The Doctor. I don't think he'll be able to handle that."

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"So, according to this," he wiggles the phone back and forth to indicate the info he just read, "Anyone can do that. You're a genius. You've been here over a month! And that's the best you can do?"

Twelve's tone signifies his disappointment. And he suspects he'll be better at it, due to his time in his Confession Dial and the amount of time he spent in his 'storm room'. But in general, when it comes to focus and silence and just thinking, Twelve is just more apt with those things than his earlier selves. Maybe it has something to do with age. Maybe it's because of his musical aptitude this go... Thoughts for another time.

Most of the rest of Ten's speech is going in one ear and out the other. Twelve, as his own person will formulate his own decisions about who is and isn't to be trusted and he'll be damned if he doesn't claim the name 'Doctor' since it is his name. Actually, Ten telling him not to, is reverse psychology, makes him want to do it more.

While Ten had been talking, Twelve had continued to play with his phone, which now he recognised as one of the phones he had gotten recently while travelling in the States. Well, at least it explains why none of the TARDIS specific features are built into it.

"Guns. Why does keeping the peace always involve killing people?"

He's used a gun recently, but figured this was a safer revelation to Ten than to share he had returned to Gallifrey and killed the General.

Ten snaps, "Shut up, Granddad!"

Afterwards, stares over in his own dreadful and serious manner, "It shouldn't. No one should have to die."

Outside of the fixed points but since Ten can't sense time here, he can't tell what is fixed and what isn't.

"No one dies." Ten states rather gravely as both his hearts beat in his chest and his mind whirls in a circle.

Is this - is this The Master? No. It can't be. He doesn't have any regenerations left! And how would The Master know about Donna when Ten didn't mention her by name?

Why would his future -

"I not going to become you. Ever."

Twelve isn't bothered being told to shut-up. He and ... someone... Clara? had exchanged that phrase often enough.

"No one? Never forget that chaos is the metabolism for the universe. Death is the one thing that unifies every single living creature in the universe."

Wow, he had no idea what an idiot he was when he was younger. His life has improved so much now that he can admit being an idiot and being wrong about some things.

He chuckles softly at Ten's declaration.

"You're right. You don't become me."

Ten stands there silently. His eyes half-shut, his nose scrunched and his mouth a line because he knows in his hearts that there does have to be death. Like Pompeii in 79 AD has to happen. Even if that does toll on Ten's guilt.

However, any deaths that Ten can prevent the better.

Before rapidly blinking in confusion at that last statement and his eyes wide in shock and confusion as well as his mouth.

"But I don't have any regenerations left for after that..."

Complete side-eyeing wondering now if you're a Wirrn now.

"I never could count right when I was you."

He shakes his head, but that's all he'll say. Because to talk about bringing Gallifrey back and how the Time Lords granted him another regeneration cycle of unknown number... well. That really would blow Ten's brain. And since he needed his brain in tact, he figures that would be a bad idea.

Either answering or not answering is going to blow Ten's brain in some manner. Telling him would just make the implosion worse. Right now, Ten is going through his memories and counting each of his lives up though his own and then - he becomes someone else. And then - Granddad here. Doesn't add up.

Just doesn't add up.

The shock and confusion does not leave his face and picks up his suitcase and proceeds to leave. If the other doesn't stop Ten, Ten will wave with his fingers with his back towards Granddad.

Still very confused.

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