Okay, today I'm going to try my hand at a whofic. Wish me luck, but I'm a new Whovian so tell me if I get anything wrong!

The Doctor approached the console, his long, nimble fingers rapidly flurrying over the knobs and switches and gizmos that had been the defining feature that had infatuated him with his TARDIS.

He whipped his head around to look at Amy and Rory, who were watching him in amusement. "Where to today?" the Doctor asked.

Amy smiled. "You choose."

"How about... Chicago? I mean, as in, the planet Chicago, which is actually quite windy, beautiful really though metropolitan, which may have something to do with the fact that it's named after-"

"Chicago it is then," said Rory, cutting him off swiftly.

He flipped a knob and the coordinates of the planet Chicago flashed on a small screen in front of him. Amy, Rory, and the Doctor all gazed up in endless wonderment at the TARDIS as they felt the familiar jolt as it left 2010 Leadworth.

It was a relatively soft arrival on Chicago, in comparison with many of the more turbulent landings in the past (or future, depending on the point of view). It was only just after their arrival that the fun really began.

The Doctor stood up and opened the door, taking in the metropolitan design of the planet Chicago, modeled exactly after the city Chicago in America, including the climate. He took a deep breath, taking in the aromas of the Hyde Park District, where they had landed.

He turned towards the Pond-Williamses or the Williamses or whatever they were calling themselves these days and grinned, his green eyes glittering.

"Well, you're not going to sit around there all day, are you? Come on! GERONI-"

THUD.

THUD.

The TARDIS shook and wheezed as it struggled to prevent the paradoxes that were brewing in its interior. Then two identical TARDIS doors opened before them.

The Eleventh Doctor's eyes widened as two of his past selves stepped out of their respective TARDISes.

The Tenth Doctor gasped. "This is my TARDIS... and- hold on, what are you doing here?" He gestured to the Ninth Doctor, who was staring disapprovingly at the open TARDIS door. "This isn't your TARDIS, yours is that one... So who-"

"That would be me," said the Eleventh Doctor, clapping his hands together. "So I'd say we have about five minutes before a Belgium-sized hole is holepunched in the universe?"

"Triple, at least," muttered the Ninth Doctor.

"And why do you say that, Big Ears?" asked the Tenth Doctor, crossing his arms.

"Because this idiot whohas gone absolutely senile in his old age left the TARDIS door open," said the Ninth Doctor. "Don't you two remember that the atmosphere of Chicago is poisonous to any being with two hearts?"

And at that, all three versions of the Doctor collapsed to the floor, unmoving.

But Amy, Rory, and Rose Tyler and Martha Jones- who had just stepped out of their respective Doctors' TARDISes- could have sworn that each of them shrank at least a centimeter.