With a sigh, the Games slid the last bit of his paperwork across his desk. It was a normal day on Gallifrey and a certainly busy one for the Lord President. Though he didn’t mind that at all; having seen wars and conflicts no matter which incarnation he was, he had come to appreciate any kind of normality he could get. But of course, that didn’t apply to travelling randomly with his TARDIS. “Let’s roll, Handles.” said the Games with a smile once he was inside. He walked around the console and adjusted the flight settings; only to stop several seconds later after noticing the TARDIS hadn’t even moved yet. He moved over to where Handles was and knocked on its head two times. He quickly used his sonic screwdriver on the Cyberman head to realize it was working perfectly fine. Perhaps it was his wording that had confused the thing. “Take her off, Handles.” he reinstated his words and received a reply this time. “Affirmative.” said Handles. “Gee, I should install a colloquial phrase databank on you.” thought the Time Lord as he walked around the console and activated the randomizer through the scanner after setting the flight time into an hour. Now his destination could be anywhere in anytime, but he would still have his break from his last encounter. He was feeling open to surprises and this was probably the best way to do it. Sliding his hands into his coat’s pockets, he nodded after glancing at the time rotor moving up and down and made his way to the interior. He paid a visit to the kitchen first, to prepare himself a cup of tea. Afterwards he went to one of the workshops to finally put a databank chip together for Handles so it could understand all of his commands. For about forty minutes, he worked non-stop. But once that was over, Handles’ voice would be heard inside the room. “Security breach imminent. Time fissure forming.” it said through the comm. By the time the Games had reached the console room, it would make yet another announcement. “Target vessel identified as friendly.” Upon hearing that, the Games instinctively raised his eyebrow, wondering how the Cyberman head had concluded to such a result. “How so?” he asked. Though the answer he was about to receive would only leave him more surprised.“Target vessel is identical.” replied Handles, as the sound of a TARDIS dematerializing echoed across the console room.
It was, just like Handles had said, his TARDIS disguised as its signature red telephone box. Soon after it landed somewhere next to the coat rack near the entrance the door opened and a man stepped out. “Oh, this is ancient.” he said, as he straightened his bowtie. Even though he was much older than the fifth incarnation standing across him in amusement, the Eleventh Games seemed to have softer features. He had light green eyes and light brown wavy hair that was stylized as a comb over parted in the right. He was wearing a blue coat that reached his knees and underneath it was a brown, tweed wool suit and matching pants. The latter was open in the front, revealing the saffron colored vest and plain, white, rounded collared shirt beneath it. “Rude. Who are you again?” said the Fifth Games in response, looking somewhat annoyed by the eleventh’s incarnation’s remark, deeming him ancient. Though he did like the idea that he had lived up so far. The eleventh incarnation, on the other hand, didn’t say a word. Instead he crossed his arms and made a facial expression as if he was saying “come on, man”. “Number six?” asked the Fifth upon this reaction, having no idea that he was far from wrong. “Eleven. Believe me, six has much better things to do.” said the Eleventh, thinking about how much trouble said incarnation was going through. “Why did we regenerate so much?” interrupted the Fifth, certainly doubting if it had been any good that he had acquired his current powers. All he knew was that he was able to regenerate indefinitely, without having to change that is. But apparently he had changed at least half a dozen times more. “Things… happened.” replied the Eleventh.
This was his predecessor’s first time interacting with a future incarnation. For him, it had already happened twice. And both times he had gone through enormous difficulties, not to mention the role Rassilon had played in both. There was no need for him to tell all that to the person who had just somewhat managed to block him from his thoughts. “Anyway, why are you here again?” asked the Fifth with a nod, after understanding that he wasn’t going to get a better explanation.“I was searching for some help with something. It’s basically a two-man job. Then I found your TARDIS as the closest trustworthy vessel and remembered the time we had interacted.” explained the eleventh incarnation. His face started to look worried for some reason, which would double with the Fifth’s next statement. “Fine, I’ll help you. What are we going to do next?” he urged before getting a reply that would mostly disappoint him. “I… uhh… don’t remember.” replied the Eleventh, while scratching the back of his head. “I just remember meeting you and being off to somewhere.” he continued, trying his best to remember what they did. “Are you kidding? How can you forget this?!” spat the Fifth, while motioning his hands around him and signing at their surroundings. “Well, obviously you weren’t paying enough attention either!” yelled the Eleventh, somewhat. His memories consisted of the Fifth’s so his attention right now and what he remembered were directly proportional. Except for the fact that for him all of this had taken place hundreds of years ago, so his brain could have also archived all the unused information. Luckily for them, after several minutes of mumbling on their own the Eleventh would remember what they were going to do. “Okay I remember now. There is this big marketplace on Earth, in London. Old Spitalfields. It’s always very crowded, but recently people just stopped going there…” he said, as he stood up from where he sat cheerfully. Yet, he couldn’t finish his sentence thanks to his past self cutting him midway. “That could be due to…” interrupted the Fifth, but the Eleventh didn’t let him continue same way he did. “…as if the whole place never even existed.” he finished, finally, forcing an expression of wonder and surprise upon his predecessor’s face. “Oh.” he thought, without actually saying anything. Well, at least they had a destination now. Moving over to the console, the Fifth quickly reentered the coordinates while the Eleventh reset the flight adjustments.