Time and the Doctors
“So… you’re my replacements?” the Ninth Doctor said. “A dandy and a clown!” He put a hand to his chin and visibly took a moment to calm himself, then looked his immediate successor in the eye. “One question, just one. Where is Rose Tyler?”
“She’s safe,” Ten replied.
“Safer than she’d have been with you?” Nine said. “With us? With me?”
“Now, you know anywhere is safer than with us,” Eleven said. “When you asked ‘Where’s Rose Tyler?’, what you really meant but couldn’t say was ‘How did Rose Tyler die?’ You can try as hard as you like to protect her, but believe you me, in the end it’ll only get you, er…”
“Get me what?”
“…nowhere,” Ten finished carefully, giving Eleven a warning glance. “Rose is safe. You know I can’t tell you more than that. She’s safe, she’s happy, she’s…”
Nine looked skeptical, but he searched Ten’s face and found no reason to doubt him. He turned and looked at Eleven’s face and found nothing particularly reassuring in his broad smile, but nothing that made him doubt the intermediate incarnation’s word.
“Well, then,” Nine said, turning on his heel and striding back towards the TARDIS as he spoke, “we wouldn’t have been brought together if there wasn’t a reason, so I suggest we go find out what it is, and put a stop it.”
He’d taken out his key and was reaching for the TARDIS lock when Ten, a slightly petulant look on his face, raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The TARDIS doors opened obediently outwards. Nine turned and looked over his shoulder. Neither incarnation’s face betrayed any emotion. After a brief staring contest, the Ninth Doctor entered the TARDIS without comment.
“If it’s any consolation,” Eleven said to Ten in a sidelong whisper, spiffing up his bow tie, “I don’t think you’re as clownish as all that.”