Plot
When a time vortex starts opening- it's never a good thing. When multiple are opening and closing throughout the console room of the 11 Doctor's TARDIS that's even worse. They say that it is a bad idea to cross your own timeline but with each time vortex comes a passenger or two namely a companion, a master or a past regeneration of the Doctor himself (as well as his next grumpy Scottish regeneration)! The TARDIS, going into defence mode, has locked them all in and it is evident it won't open until the Vortexes stop appearing. Therefore, somehow, whilst they're trapping in the TARDIS the group must figure out and stop what is happen before it sparks major consequences.

Sitting alone in the console room of the TARDIS, I was catching up on some much deserved reading. Stacks of books taller than myself stood beside me, leaning to the side to and fro, giving way to their weight, sure to tip over at any moment. And it happened. Fortunately, I was able to stop the tower of books from completely falling over by placing my hand on the upper section of it.

"Blast!"

Sure I stopped the spill of books, but I had lost my page in the book that I was reading. I stood up off the chair, not remembering how much time I had been sitting in it. I reached for my cup of tea which was now cold, so I downed what was rest quickly.

"Well, I suppose that does it for my reading toda.."

Just about to pick up the books to place them on the shelf, the TARDIS started to alert me of a strange force, pulling the TARDIS. It was traveling through the vortex on it's own it seemed.

"No, no, no. Come on, old girl, what's wrong with you?"

Slapping the console screen, everything was in check. I scattered around all the corners of the console, clicking away at every button my fingers could push. Rarely do I ever not completely know what I am doing. And that's one of the things I hate the most; not knowing.

Then, something strange happened. As the TARDIS had found its destination and was starting to materialize, strange readings started to appear in the screen.

"No, fix yourself and check again. We've moved, but we can't be somewhere that we're already in?"

As weird as it sounded, even saying it, the TARDIS was telling me that we had landed......well, in the TARDIS.

"Perhaps I can somehow make it to Gallifrey and obtain a Type 70. This old Type 40 is obviously failing m..."

Exiting my own TARDIS, I was starting to understand now that the readings weren't so farfetched.

"Well, this sure is interesting."

Though different on the inside, one can never confuse a TARDIS for what it actually is. There are always similarities. Now, the question was;

"Have a I traveled forward or backwards?''

"No, no, no, no, no!" The Doctor ran around the console frantically. "What's up with you? Ay?" He looked up at the Time Roter and patted the glass.
"Oi, Spaceman!" Donna called, entering the console room. "What's going on, exactly? The TARDIS is shaking all over the place!"
"Working on it, Donna, but I need-" The Doctor stopped midsentence, looking at something that had appeared to the left of Donna. "What."
"You need what?" Donna asked, putting her hands on her hips. "I'm not a mind reader, you know."
Saying nothing, the Doctor raised a hand and pointed at the TARDIS that had appeared in his TARDIS.
Spinning around, Donna took a shocked step back. "What."

(First time writing Donna, so I hope I did all right)

"Oh, come on, old girl! What's up with you?" The Doctor skidded around the glass console floor, pressing every button in sight. "No, no, no! Not even the wibbly lever?" He sighed, leaning on the console. "What is it? What's wrong?" His jaw suddenly dropped, and he looked up at the TARDIS that had suddenly materialized. But it was familiar to him- he'd seen it before. His mind suddenly clicked and he ran down the steps, opening the door and rushing inside to be met with his old console room. Even worse- his old self, and-- no, it couldn't be. "Donna?" He said quietly, tears in his eyes.

Slowly walking around the console of the different TARDIS, I felt along the controls. Gazing up at the top of it, then down, I couldn't help but notice the similarities from previous TARDIS'. Even mine. Subtle differences, yet so alike.

From my wildest of guesses, I figured I was transported inside the TARDIS of one of my future incarnations. But which one?

"Well would you look at that?"

I didn't seem to be the only one that was invited to the party. Another TARDIS had also landed itself inside. The same big, blue police box. And what of this one? Past or future TARDIS? One way to find out. Knock on the front door.

"Knock, knock! Special delivery for the Doctor!"

"Yes, and who are you, then?" Donna looked the newcomer up and down, one eyebrow raised.
The Doctor, on the other hand, looked over the stranger's shoulder. "Oh, no." New desktop or not, that was definitely the TARDIS. This is not good. Very much Not Good.

He clapped his hands together, going back to his cheery self. "Hello! I'm... uh... John Smith?"

John Smith? The Doctor shot the bow tie clad man a look that said he didn't believe that at all, and ducked past him to see the other TARDIS.
"Is that supposed to be a question or an answer?" Before Donna could say any more, the Doctor called back to her.
"More important problem right now, Donna." He turned from his inspection of the console to John Smith. "How did my TARDIS land in another TARDIS? One, I'm the last Time Lord, B, I wasn't aiming to land here, and C, or 3, we have a guest from the past."

He sighed, adjusting his bow tie. "You got me. But everything's going to be fine. Trust me - I'm the Doctor."

Sorry guys, it's been eisteddfod week so I've been really busy. It's over now though ^_^

Clara was walking to her car from the school grounds when she looked up to see the TARDIS door, just in time too. "Doctor?" she asks with a slight groan, "Is this one of your appearing around me acts again because quite frankly-" her sentence, however, remained unfinished when she span around to see the small group in the console room.

(Just wondering - is Clara still with the 11th Doctor? All this timey wimey stuff is confusing.)

"This is not good." The Doctor looked between his future self and the person who acted like she knew him. Well, one of him.
"What do you mean, the Doctor?" Donna demanded. "Pull the other one, mister!"
"He's me." The Doctor explained. "Me in the future." He turned to the dark-haired girl. "Who are you, and how do you know me?" He asked, not angry, just confused.

(orite I guess she's with 11 XD)

"Ah! Clara!" He turned to her. "You see, a lot of timey wimey stuff has happened, and I appear to have landed inside a past version of myself's TARDIS. It's all rather complicated," He turned back to his past self. "She's talking to me, you see. You'll meet her soon enough."

@Wade Wilson I as thinking 12th- it leads to more confusion therefore more fun ^_^)

"Doctor?" She asks, curiously, confusion lacing her voice, looking towards the 11th, "You... You look young again," she then crosses her arms and turning to the rest of the TARDIS' party. She had recognised the 10th Doctor from the incident at the tower of London she didn't recognise anyone else in the Console room.

(Sorry for the inactivity, I was in London for 2 days and I won't be on for 5 days furthermore.)
"I look young, again?" He raised an eyebrow, before realising. "Oh, I've landed in the future. Not future future, but a year in the future. Oh, this is bad."

(Ok :) have fun)

"Bad how? Actually don't answer that, I think I know." Her gaze fixed on the small group in the console room she sks the Doctor; "The question is; how are we gonna fix it?"

The Doctor started pacing, thinking out loud to Donna, who didn't understand a word of it. "Okay." She said at last, interrupting his techobabble. "Now explain it in bloody English, why don't you?!"

The doctor looked around the interior of the Tardis. Something was strange. Strange indeed. He saw himself, but other versions of himself, as well as other Tardis' too. How is this possible, he thought. I'm here, but there and there and there and everywhere. Something is not right. How was there multiple versions of himself?

"Excuse me, but i seem to have lost myself with myself beside myself. What is going on here"

"I never thought I'd say this; but my brain hurts. A lot. Shush now; Doctor thinking." He adjusted his bowtie, pacing around the console room. "Now, I'm the only one here with a wibbly lever, right?"

"Must be. I don't have anything like that in my TARDIS." The Doctor moved around the console in search of said lever, putting on his glasses as he looked. When he found it, he peered at it quizzically. "That's odd."
Donna rolled her eyes, ignoring the Doctors and moving over to Clara. "Hello, I'm Donna, I travel with the skinny streak of nothing over there. Who're you?"