by: Flaming Trails
“Hey Gigs, what’s – the hell?”
Lisa looked at her visitor, her expression clearly torn between amusement and annoyance. “They started arguing, like they do, words were exchanged – and then suddenly Eleven leapt on Ten, and…” She gestured down toward the struggling Time Lords. “I don’t know whether to break it up or make some popcorn.”
“Popcorn. Definitely popcorn,” Nine commented, watching his two next incarnations go at it.
Vic stared for a moment. “So…wrestling match,” she said slowly. “Between two men you’ve got a major thing for – well, two versions of the same man, but let’s not split hairs…”
“Yeah – Eleven’s bow tie has already gone flying,” Lisa said, unable to help a giggle. “Really, though I guess – where are you going?”
“I’ll be back in just a moment!”
Lisa frowned, and looked back at her scuffling boys. “All right, you two, you really ought to break it up.”
“Not until he apologizes for what he said about my fez!” Eleven snapped.
“I can’t believe I like those things when I’m you!” Ten shot back. “I swear, I – ”
Both Doctors stopped, blinking at the sudden onslaught of mud. Vic grinned at them, then at a staring Lisa. “Hey, if we’re going to have wrestling, we might as well do it right.”