THANK YOU FOR SUBMITTING IDEAS AND COMMENTING! SORRY IT'S TAKEN SO LONG. MY COMPUTER'S BEEN A DALEK. 

LITERALLY. 

IT CHANGED INTO A DALEK. 

WHY AM I TYPING IN ALL CAPS? 

I DON'T KNOW. ANYWAY! SPECIAL THANKS TO @FaNdomFiCs03 , @b26forever, @xXEleventhDoctorXx , @_-Geronimo-_ , and @Sci-Fi-fangirl for commenting/ submitting you FANTASTIC IDEAS!!!!!! 

READ ON... IF YOU DARE... MWAHAHAHA... (i'm so flippin weird XD) 

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{Ten has logged on}

{Eleven has logged on}

Ten: SELF! :D

Eleven: HI! :D

Ten: I'm sooo bored. I mean, i just almost got disembowled by some Androfarians, possibly got engaged to a temporal anomalie, insulted the King of Persia, named three planets, bought new shoes, saved a cactus's gran, and i'm bored out of my MIND!! X(

Eleven: SO AM I!!

Ten: OMGALLIFREY! LET'S HAVE A DANCE PARTY!!

Eleven: YESSSSS!

Eleven: Wait, why? What do you do at a dance party?

Ten: You dance! Come on, a dance party!

Eleven: You just dance??

Ten: Yeah! I'm a dreadful dancer, but it's brilliant!

Eleven: OKAY!! :-D

Ten: Who should we invite????

Eleven: oooo

{Eleven has invited Nine, Twelve, the Master, and Missy}

Eleven: Time Lord reunion!!!!!

Ten: How about..no... and where's Romana? ? :(

{Eleven has invited Romana, and  River Song}

{Both have declined}

The Master: WHAT DO YOU WANT????!!!! 

Twelve: A dance party, apparently.

Missy: I'll come if Twelve's coming.

Twelve: NO

Missy: YES :)

Twelve: YOU'RE NOT INVITED AS OF NOW. 

Nine: Keep a lid on it!

Missy: Ooh, is he the Scottish one?

Nine: Shut it, Mary Poppins.

Missy: i like him..

The Master: WHAT . DO. YOU. WANT. 

Eleven: Calm down! We're not singing Kumbaya or something, we're just throwing a dance party!

The Master: Why?

Eleven: Cos we're bored!

The Master: Okay.

Eleven: You mean you'll come?

The Master: Yeah. Sure. Just don't play Justin Bieber. I'll kill everyone there.

Twelve: Or do karaoke. I'll kill everyone there too.

Ten: Um, can I make a small objection...??

The Master: What, to the no Justin Bieber and karaoke rule?!

Ten: NO NO

Ten: BY ALL MEANS

Ten: NO JUSTIN BIEBER

The Master: Good. What's your objection?

Ten: ..
Um. I was wondering if I could invite Ro- 

Eleven: NOPE! EVERYONE JUST SHOW UP AT MY TARDIS AT EIGHT O'CLOCK PM ON THE 17 OF MARCH, LONDON, ENGLAND, EARTH! 

Missy: Where in L-- 

Eleven: CLOSING THE CHAT! EVERYONE JUST SHOW UP! BYE ! :D 

{Eleven has closed the chat} 

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(The following will be told in story format; I decided that would be best to showcase your crazy and awesome ideas :) 

The TARDIS had a disco room. Apparently. 

Eleven surveyed it. "Brilliant, isn't it?" he said, grinning, and then, as he turned, remembered there was no one there. 

He checked his watch, and then hurried back to the console room (being notoriously late for things, he couldn't be late for a party he himself was hosting). 

As soon as he stepped into the console room, he found Ten wandering around, fiddling with gears and knobs and inspecting the TARDIS. 

"How did you get in?" Eleven said, surprised. 

Ten grinned, tossing his key in the air and catching it. "I let myself in. You've redecorated," he added. 

"Yep!" Eleven said brightly. "Do you like it?" 

"No." 

There was no time to get annoyed at his pesky younger self, because at that moment, the door opened, and there was Nine and Twelve, both with a dubious expression as if they'd rather not be there. 

"How did you get in?" Eleven's (non-existent) eyebrows raised. 

"Oh, I dunno," Nine said sarcastically. "I may or may not have the key to the TARDIS." 

Twelve snorted. "It's not like we're you and have our own TARDISes, or anything." 

The door opened yet again, and the Master walked in as if there was nothing out of the ordinary. 

"All I had to do was follow the sass, in case you're wondering. Now, give me three and a half reasons why I shouldn't just kill you all and steal the TARDIS," he said pleasantly. 

Nine straightened to his full height, sneering. "Try it!" 

Ten gulped, and jerked a thumb at Nine. "Yeah, Nine's Head of Security."

Oblivious to the potential inter-Time wars that could be breaking out under his nose, Eleven jabbed a few buttons on the console, and loud classical music began to blare from out of view speakers.

Ten cracked up, thumping the console with his fist. "Bach!" he said gleefully. "Oh, Eleven, you are the limit!"

"What?" said Eleven innocently. "I thought that's what you played a dance party!"

"Give it here," the Master said, rolling his eyes, and Eleven reluctantly let him type a few things into the TARDIS. Immediately some generic pop music with a heavy beat began to blast through the TARDIS, much more suited to a dance party.

"No, no, no," Twelve said, disgusted, pushing him out of the way. "Rubbish."

A few buttons more, and some 40s music began to blare out of the speakers.

Nine tapped his foot to the beat. "Much better!"

"What?!" Ten said incredulously, and clawed his way to the controls. "Get a grip, Eyebrows."

At that moment, Missy showed up.

"Oh," the Master looked disappointed. "I was hoping you wouldn't show."

"Why not?" she smirked. "When have I ever missed a party?"

"Mary Poppins wanna-be," he retorted. 

"Mary Poppins!" Ten said, horrified. "Who let Missy supervise children?" 

Eleven climbed up onto the controls, balancing precariously, to project his voice above the uproar that was now ensuing. "Gentleman! And lady! ---" 

"Thanks." said Missy. 

"-----I welcome you to the Potentially-Universe-Ending-Paradoxical-Dance-Party-That-Was-Probably-Ten's-Worst-Idea-Ever!" 

"Oi," scoffed Ten. "It was your idea!" 

Someone cranked up the music, and at that moment, the door flew open. 

"Hiya!" Captain Jack Harkness burst in, looking incredibly pleased with himself. " It isn't a party without me!" 

Nine frowned dissaprovingly. "This went from G-Rated to off a cliff," he muttered. 

It quieted a little when Donna stepped in after him, an odd expression on her face- a combination of excitement and annoyance. 

"OI!" she yelled at Ten, singling him out among his many selves. "You! WHAT THE BLOODY HECK DO YOU MEAN BY ERASING MY MEMORIES?" 

"I didn't want you to-" Ten yelped, backing away. 

"I WAS STUCK. AS A TEMP. FOR MONTHS. WHEN I COULD HAVE BEEN.. I DUNNO... HAVING COCKTAILS ON THE MOON! WITH MONKEYS! IN SPORTS CARS! OR SOMETHING! WHY? WHAT SORT OF RUBBISH PLAN WAS THAT? ERASING MY MEMORIES!"

"But you're--" he said in amazement.

"YEAH! I GOT MY MEMORIES BACK, SPACEMAN! SORRY TO DISAPPOINT YOU! DONNA IS BACK ON BOARD!"

She stopped in mid-shout, and turned to Eleven, who had climbed down from the console. "I'm Donna, by the way!" she said over the loud music, in a friendly way. 

He smiled thoughtfully, his eyes looking old for a few seconds. "I know," he said quietly. 

For what was the- I dunno, I've lost count- time, the doors to the TARDIS flew open with a bang, and in an almost anti-climatic way, Sherlock stepped in, hands deep in his pockets, an unimpressed look on his aquiline face. 

He surveyed the scene. "Four of you in one place," he said to the Doctors flatly. "And I thought one of you was bad enough." 

John appeared behind him, waving tentatively. "He means hello," he said. 

Then, to everyone's surprise, Mycroft joined them, a look of supreme distaste on his face.

"What?" said Sherlock nonchalantly, looking over the TARDIS control room, not in the least bothered by the loud music that sounded like a cat wailing (it's sixteenth century Vogalah from the planet Fumpwim, if anyone's interested). "I had to drag him away from eating cake for at least a little while." 

"You know what," Eleven projected his voice again, eyeing the Master and Missy who both seemed to be ominously drifting towards the console controls, "EVERYONE! TO THE DISCO.. ROOM... THINGY!" 

And the most paradoxical dance party of all time and space commensed.... 

******TO BE CONTINUED***AS SOON AS POSSIBLE***I PROMISE***** NO REALLY CHECK BACK SOON*** :-)