"Doctor there is no way I am wearing that." The Stone protested taking the large victorian style dress from his hands once again and placing it back in the TARDIS wardrobe. "That's the last time before I go and leave you with Harkness for a week." She warned pointing at him. The Doctor held up his hands knowing that nothing he was going to say would change her mind, or stop her from leaving him with the captain.

"If you won't wear it then fine by me." He shook his head taking her hand. "But we're still going. He grinned. "Nice Christmas break, just the two of us."

"Doctor we live in a Time machine, it could be Christmas every day if we wished it to be."

"That isn't the point." He shook his head pulling her towards the console room.

"Well what is the point then? The Stone raised a brow.

"I just want to have a nice Christmas." He grinned.

"What have you done now?" She groaned sitting down in the jump seat waiting for the explanation and then the apologies that he honestly didn't need to give unless it included him suddenly becoming best friends with a Dalek.

"I have done nothing." He raised his brows at her then walked over sitting beside her and taking her hands before breathing out a large sigh. "I just want to have one last Christmas together before we get Married."

"What would our marriage have anything to do with Christmas?" She chuckled.

"Absolutely nothing." He grinned. "I just want to relax with you and forget about worrying and everything."

"Don't tell me you are going all domestic on me Doctor." She laughed. "And relax? With our history? Our definition of relaxing is running away from the bloody pepper pots."

"That's really not the point." He groaned.

"But alright." She nodded. "One 'relaxing' trip." She grinned.

The Doctor beamed jumping up and running around the console pulling levers and pressing buttons continuing to grin at the Stone who stood there desperately trying to not laugh at how happy the Doctor currently looked.

A moment later the Doctor stepped out of the TARDIS, his arm linked with the Stones. He looked around and nodded smiling, the TARDIS was sitting under an archway as snow fell. "Victorian?" The Stone raised a brow. She saw the dress but wasn't sure if he just wanted her to wear it to tease her about the excessive layers of the dress. The Doctor nodded grinning at her.

"You always said it was your second favourite era." He informed as she nodded. "Victorian Christmas time with real snow." He said holding his hand out as snow fell on it. They walked into a busy market where sellers called out their goods.

"Good afternoon." A police man nodded to them as they continued to stroll though the area.

"Hot chestnuts. Chestnuts." A man at a stall called.

"Oh, tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy." A choir sang. "Oh, tidings"

"You there, boy." The Doctor looked at a young boy obviously trying was to make the Stone laugh with an impression of scrooge. "What day is this?"

"Christmas Eve, sir."

"What year?" He asked.

"You thick or something?" The boy looked at him. The Stone smirked at the sight as the Doctor looked quite shocked.

"Oi. Just answer the question."

"Year of our Lord 1851, sir."

"Right. Nice year. Bit dull."

"Good job we're here then." The Stone grinned. Taking the Doctors arm once more.

"Doctor!" A woman called shouting. "Doctor!"

"Who, me?" He blinked.

"And here I thought that we would actually be relaxing, I really should know better." The Stone grumbled running off just after the Doctor following him to where the call was coming from.

"Doctor!"

They ran up and a woman looked at two large double doors. "Don't worry, don't worry. Stand back." The Doctor reasured. "What have we got here?" He looked at the large doors as something snarled on the other side. "Ooo. Okay, I've got it. Whatever's behind that door, I think you should get out of here." He suggested.

"Doctor!" The woman screamed again looking at the Doctor as if he was mad, making the Doctor and the Stone frown.

"No, no. I'm standing right here." The Doctor looked at her. "Hello."

"Don't be stupid." She looked at him. "Who are you?"

"I'm the Doctor."

"Doctor who?"

"Just the Doctor."

"Well, there can't be two of you." She looked at him before another man ran up. "Where the hell have you been?"

"Right then. Don't worry. Stand back. What have we got here then?"

"Oh, my day gets worse and worse." The Stone grumbled seeing exactly what was going on.

"Hold on, hold on." The Doctor blinked. "Who are you?"

"I'm the Doctor. Simply, the Doctor. The one, the only and the best." He said.

"Ego is still there." The Stone muttered as the next Doctor spoke over her.

"Rosita, give me the sonic screwdriver."

"The what?" The Doctor blinked.

"Now quickly, get back to the Tardis."

"Back to the what?"

"If you could stand back, sir, ma'am. This is a job for a Time Lord."

"Job for a what lord?"

"Are you going to repeat everything he says but add 'what' to it?" The Stone raised a brow at him. "Clearly he's you." She whispered to him before the door burst open again and an animal with a cyberman like head appeared.

"Oh, that's different." He muttered.

"Oh, that's new." The other Doctor said a moment after the Stones Doctor.

"Allons-y!" They both shouted.

"You both do realise that means 'let's go' in french?" The Stone raised a brow not understanding how 'let's go' would help in this situation.

"Yes and I've been hunting this beast for a good fortnight." The next Doctor said. "Now step back, sir, ma'am." He stepped in front of them and ducked with the others as the beast leaped and landed high up on the opposite wall.

"Some sort of primitive conversion, like they took the brain of a cat or a dog." The Doctor eyed the furry creature with metal hands and feet.

"Well, talking's all very well. Rosita?"

"I'm ready." The woman nodded handing a large coil of rope to the next Doctor.

"Now, watch and learn." He grinned before he swung the rope around which was a lasso, he managed to get it around the beast in one try.

"Excellent. Now then, let's pull this timorous beastie down to earth." He said wrapping his hands around the rope a moment before the beast climed higher pulling the next Doctor with it.

"Or not." The Doctor muttered.

"I might be in a little bit of trouble."

"Nothing changes." The Doctor muttered grabbing onto the rope, wrapping his own hands around it. "I've got you."

The beast then climbed further making the Stone pintch the bridge of her nose in annoyance. "Why does it always come down to this."

"You idiots!" Rosita shouted up making the Stone smirk.

"That's exactly what I was thinking." She glanced at the woman then up at the Doctor.

"Perhaps if you could pull?" The next Doctor suggested.

"I am pulling." The Doctor countered. "In this position, I couldn't not pull, could I?"

The beast then jumped through the window. "Then I suggest you let go, sir."

"I'm not letting you out of my sight, Doctor. Don't you recognise me?" He asked the next.

"No, should I? Have we met?" He questioned. "This is hardly the right time for me to go through my social calendar." He said before shouting the two of them being pulled through the window.

"Whoa!" The Doctor shouted as he and the next Doctor were pulled across the dusty floor heading to the opposite window. "It's going to jump!"

"We're gonna fall!" The next Doctor shouted, the beast then jumped just before the Stone swung the axe Rosita had eyed a few moments ago, the rope then cut and the two suddenly stopped.

"That's one way to stop you two from regenerating, now that would be a story and a half to tell at the wedding." The Stone chuckled placing the axe down on the floor then turned to the two men who were doubled over sore yet laughing at each other before they hugged.

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"Well, I'm glad you think it's so funny." Rosita snapped at the Doctor and the next as they headed down the stairs, the Stone hitting the Doctor over the head in the process only making him laugh even harder at the slight glare she had gave him which he found amusing for some reason, a line he should know not to cross. "You're mad. Both of you. You could've got killed."

"But evidently we did not." The next Doctor told Rosita. "Oh, I should introduce Rosita." The next Doctor stepped beside the woman. "My faithful companion. Always telling me off."

"Well, they do, don't they?" The Doctor said before quickly adding. "Not the Stone though." He chuckled at the glare she gave him a moment before he opened his mouth. "Rosita. Good name." He nodded then shook her hand. "Hello, Rosita."

"Huh. Now I'll have to go and dismantle the traps." She groaned. "All that for nothing. And we've only got twenty minutes till the funeral, don't forget. Then back to the TARDIS, right?" She checked walking off.

"Funeral?" The Doctor raised a brow.

"Oh, long story. Not my own, not yet." He groaned doubling over. "Oh, I'm not as young as I was."

"Well, not as young as you were when you were me."

"When I was who?"

"You really don't recognise me?" He blinked. "You don't reconise the Stone either?" He glanced at the man who looked very much confused.

"Not at all."

"But you're the Doctor. The next Doctor. Or the next but one." He said starting to ramble. "A future Doctor anyway. No, no, don't tell me how it happened." He stepped back. "Although, I hope I don't just trip over a brick. That'd be embarrassing. Then again, painless. Worse ways to go. Depends on the brick."

"I'll hit you with a brick in a moment." The Stone muttered sending him an innocent look as the Doctor rubbed the back of his head already feeling the pain.

"You're gabbling, sir. Now might I ask, who are you, exactly?"

"No, I'm, er, I'm just. Smith. John Smith, this is my fiancée Rita Stone, she normally goes by just 'the Stone'." He quickly nodded.

"I heard that name somewhere..." the next Doctor muttered.

"But I've heard all about you, Doctor." The Doctor continued. "Bit of a legend, if I say so myself."

"I do wonder of the day when your head explodes because of your ego." The Stone thought aloud.

"Ah well modesty forbids me to agree with you, sir." He nodded at the Doctor. "But yes. Yes, I am."

"A legend with certain memories missing. Am I right?"

"How do you know that?"

"You've forgotten the Stone, where is she anyways?" The Doctor looked about. "It's starting to slightly worry me..."

"I have no idea who you are talking about but yes you are correct, great swathes of my life have been stolen away. When I turn my mind to the past, there's nothing."

"Going how far back?"

"Since the Cybermen. Masters of that hellish wall-scuttler and old enemies of mine, now at work in London town. You won't believe this, Mister Smith, Miss Stone, but they are creatures from another world."

"Really?" The Stone tried to sound shocked but ended up with only sarcasm, the Doctor didn't have any better luck himself. "Wow."

"It's said they fell onto London, out of the sky in a blaze of light." He explained. And they found me. Something was taken. And something was lost." The Doctor then tense tightening his grip on the Stones hand. "What was I like, in the past?"

"I don't think we should say. Sorry. Got to be careful with memory loss. One wrong word"

"It's strange, though. I talk of Cybermen from the stars and you two don't blink, Mister Smith, Miss Stone.

"Ah, don't blink." The Doctor looked at him. "Remember that? Whatever you do, don't blink? The blinking and the statues? Sally and the angels?" He tried to help. "No?"

"You're a very odd man."

"Hmm, I still am. Something's wrong here..."

"Oh, the funeral! The funeral's at two o'clock. It's been a pleasure, Mister Smith, Miss Stone. Don't breathe a word of it."

"Oh, but can't we come with you?" He asked.

"It's far dangerous. Rest assured, I shall keep this city safe. Oh, and, er merry Christmas, Mister Smith and Miss Stone."

"Merry Christmas, Doctor." The Doctor replied to the next who then walked off.

"Come on then." The Stone grinned seeing the look on his face making the Doctor smirk at her and take her hand before they headed off.

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"It doesn't make any sense." The Stone whispered to him as they watched the next Doctor from afar where he stood with Rosita watching a hearse move through the street being pulled by horses with a group if men wearing black behind it.

"Your right." The Doctor replied in a hum. "He said something was lost..." he said worry filling his voice as he looked at the Time Lady beside him.

"I know what you are thinking sweetheart, I don't think he meant me." She reassured him running her thumb on the back of his hand. "I know that look he was giving us at the mention of it."

"What look would that be?"

"The mention of a lost child." The Doctor stared at her for a moment, did she know this because it was the look she gave after she lost her own children? He really hoped not, the man looked so lost and hurt without even knowing it, if she had looked like that now it would definitely have a physical effect on his hearts.

"But that means..." he whispered.

"Possibly." She nodded. "I don't know though... there are a lot of gaps in his memories, plus he doesn't have a massive ego like you." She grinned.

"Oi!" He playfully glared at her before they quieted down watching the next Doctor and over hearing the conversation.

"The late Reverend Fairchild, leaving his place of residence for the last time." The next Doctor watched the men wearing black walk by. "God rest his soul. Now, with the house empty, I shall effect an entrance at the rear while you go back to the TARDIS. This is hardly work for a woman."

"Still rude and not ginger." The Stone chuckled giving the Doctor a pointed look. "If you started talking like that to me no wonder I'm not around." The Stone joked before the Doctor looked at her ashamed even when this was technically not him. "I'm joking sweetheart." she patted his shoulder warmly smiling at him. "I would never think of leaving you." She kissed his cheek. "This proves it." She held up her hand showing her engagement ring sparkling on the light.

"I do hope we figure this out." He murmured softly smiling at her.

"As do I."

"Oh, don't mind me saving your life." They then heard Rosita snap. "That's work for a woman, isn't it?"

"The Doctor's companion does what The Doctor says." The next Doctor told her making the Stone's Doctor smirk to himself. "Off you go." They watched Rosita leave before the next Doctor headed for the back door.

"Come on then." The Stone quietly headed off.

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The next Doctor started to open the back door before it opened the Doctor and the Stone standing there. "Hello." They grinned.

"How did you get in?"

"Oh, front door." The Doctor said. "We're good at doors." He grinned making the Stone smirk.

"Only if they're not wood." She chuckled.

"Er, do you mind me asking," the Doctor said. "Is that your sonic screwdriver?"

"Yes." He nodded holding up an ordinary screwdriver. "I'd be lost without it."

"But it's a normal screwdriver?" The Stone raised a brow holding in a laugh. "How is it sonic?"

"Well, er, it makes a noise." He said lightly hitting it against the door frame. "That's sonic, isn't it? Now, since we're acting like common burglars, I suggest we get out of plain view."

"That is a good idea." The Stone said though her laughter trying to hide it with a cough as the Doctor looked at her not as amused as she was.

They walked through into what looked like a living room. "This investigation of yours, what's it about?" The Doctor questioned.

"It started with a murder."

"Oh, good- ouch!" He groaned rubbing the back of his head a moment after the Stone hit him there. "I mean bad, but whose?"

"Mr Jackson Lake, a teacher of mathematics from Sussex. He came to London three weeks ago and died a terrible death."

"Cybermen?" The Doctor raised a brow.

"It's hard to say. His body was never found." He said. "But then it started. More secret murders, then abductions. Children, stolen away in silence."

"Whose house is this?" The Stone asked.

"The latest murder. The Reverend Aubrey Fairchild, found with burns to his forehead, like some advanced form of electrocution."

"But who was he?" The Doctor asked. "Was he important?"

"You both ask a lot of questions."

"We're your companions." The Doctor replied the Stone rolling her eyes at him.

"The Reverend was the pillar of the community, a member of many parish boards." The next Doctor then told them. "A keen advocate of children's charities."

"Children again." The Doctor muttered. "But why would the Cybermen want him dead? And what's his connection to the first death, this Jackson Lake?"

"It's funny..." He hummed in thought. "I seem to be telling you both everything, as though you engendered some sort of trust." He said gazing at them both in thought. "You both seem familiar, Mister Smith, Miss Stone I know your faces But how?"

"Hmm." The Stone hummed. "Doctor I can't help noticing you're wearing a fob watch." The Stone glanced down.

"Is that important?"

"There is a legend that has said that the memories of a Time Lord can be contained within a watch." She muttered staring at it glancing at her own Doctor for a moment remembering back to the family and the Doctor sending her away to be safe, surely if that was what happened it made sense that he didn't know the Stone, but he still knew about himself.

"Do you mind?" The Doctor held out his hand. The next Doctor complied handing him the watch. The Doctor and the Stone staring at it as the Doctor explained. "It's said that if it's opened..." he said opening the watch to see the contents fall out onto the floor.

"Or not..." the Stone muttered frowning.

"It was more for decoration." The next Doctor admitted.

"Yeah." The Doctor nodded. "Anyway, alien infiltration."

"Yes." The next Doctor started to look around. "Just look for anything different. Possibly metal. Anything that doesn't seem to belong. Perhaps a mechanical device that could fit no earthly engine." He explained. The Doctor and the Stone turned around the Doctor scanning the area trying to be quiet, the plan didn't work with his sonic.

"It could even seem to be organic, but unlike any organism of the natural world. Shush!" He then looked up. "What's that noise?"

"Oh, it's just me..."

"Whistling." The Stone quickly covered, the Doctor hastily nodded along trying to mimic the sonic.

"I wonder what's in here, though." The Doctor muttered opening a draw under a writing desk.

"Well it's different and metal." The Stone raised her brows taking out two cylinders. "If I were the Stone... I would guess that they were infostamps..." the Doctor raised a brow at her knowing that she was very much enjoying herself. So much for wanting something relaxing.

"I'd say they worked something like this." He then took the stamp off the Stone and pressed one end as images then were projected on a wall nearby.

"See? Compressed information. Tons of it."

"That's the history of London from 1066 to the present day." The Stone said looking at the images flick through as the Doctor slipped on his glasses. "This is like a disc, a Cyberdisc."

"But why would the Cybermen need something so simple?" The Doctor frowned looking at the Stone. "They've got to be wireless."

"Unless, they're in the wrong century." The Stone suggested. "They haven't got much power. They need plain old basic infostamps to update themselves."

"Are you all right?" The Doctor looked over the next Doctor looking quite in pain and sweaty.

"I'm fine."

"No you're not." The Stone looked over at him. "What's wrong?"

"I've seen one of these before." He said taking the infostamp. "I was holding this device the night I lost my mind. The night I regenerated." He looked at them. "The Cybermen, they made me change. My mind, my face, my whole self. And you were there." He said placing a hand on the Doctors cheek. "Who are you?"

"A friend." The Doctor replied glancing at the Time Lady beside him. "I swear. We both are friends."

"Then I beg you, John, Rita. Help me."

"Ah. Two words we never refuse." The Doctor stood up taking the Stones hand. "But it's not a conversation for a dead man's house. It'll make more sense if we go back to the TARDIS."

"Your TARDIS." The Stone quickly corrected him giving the Doctor a slight glare at his slip.

"Hold on. I just need to do a little final check." The Doctor moved papers around. "Won't take a tick. There's one more thing I cannot figure. If this room's got infostamps, then maybe, just maybe, it's got something that needs infostamping." He then opened a door showing a Cyberman standing behind it.

"Well you solved that mystery." The Stone quickly shut the door.

"I think we should run." The Doctor grabbed her hand running towards the next Doctor. "Run, Doctor! Now, Doctor!"

"Delete. The Doctor and the Stone will be deleted."

"Great." The Stone muttered. "Because I haven't been told that before." She said as they backed up the Doctor then noticed the stairs pushing the Stone behind him the next Doctor already behind.

"Delete."

"Stairs!" The Doctor shouted. "Can't lead them outside!" The Doctor then grabbed something only noticing it was an umbrella.

"Ah ha!" The Stone shouted grabbing a sword off the wall. "Doctor!" She shouted throwing it to him glad that he managed to safely catch it.

"Delete."

"I'm a dab hand with a cutlass." The Doctor warned as they continued to back up the Cyberman coming closer. "You don't want to come near me when I've got one of these." He warned again. "This is your last warning."

"It's not working!" The Stone shouted.

"Okay, this is really your last warning!" The Doctor stepped back again. "Okay, I give up." He said.

"Delete."

"Listen to me properly!" The Doctor shouted hitting the Cybermans arm with the sword as they backed up. "Whatever you're doing stuck in 1851, we can help! I mean it. We're the only people  in the world who can help you! Listen to me!" He shouted.

"Delete."

"I'm the Doctor this is this Stone. You need us. Check your memory banks. My name's the Doctor. Leave this man alone. The Doctor is me!" He shouted pushing the Cyberman with his sword as he managed to get a food on the Cybermans chest and push it down the stairs.

"Delete."

"The Doctor, remember? I'm the Doctor!" He shouted pushing the sword against it keeping it away as the next Doctor stood on the landing studying another infostamp. "You need us alive. You need the Doctor and the Stone, the Doctor is me!"

"Delete." The Cybermen reached for the Doctor, suddenly a burst of energy hit the Cybermens heads and they fizzed for a moment before their heads exploded and they fell to the floor.

"Infostamp with a Cyclo-Steinham core!" The Doctor beamed as the Stone breathed out a sigh of relief eyeing the metal bodys on the floor. "You ripped open the core and broke the safety. Zap! Only the Doctor would think of that. Not if the Stone thought of it first."

"I was a bit busy worrying about you sweetheart." She breathed pulling him into a hug. "You were worryingly close to their arms. Don't do that again." She pointed a finger at him.

"I make no promises if it means that your not safe." He grinned at her quickly kissing her then turning to the next Doctor. "But that was briliant!"

"I did that last time." He stared at the info stamp looking a little sickly.

"Come here. You'll be okay. Let me just check." The Doctor said.

"You told them you were the Doctor." The next frowned obviously having not heard the Cybermen knowing the Stone was real. "Why did you do that?"

"Oh, I was just protecting you." He waved off.

"You're trying to take away the only thing I've got, like they did." He looked at him. "They stole something, something so precious, but I can't remember." He muttered looking lost. "What happened to me? What did they do?"

"We'll find out. You and us together." He promised taking the Stone's hand.