The Doctors look at each other and head down the hall to the 9th Doctor TARDIS, everybody but Eureka and the Immortal Doctor blink at the new decorating scheme. Finally it's time for the Immortal Doctor's TARDIS, he smiles as he sees the others trying not to stare at the hallway off the console room. This TARDIS seems identical to the 10th Doctor's at first glance, well except for the hallways off the console room of course, but they begin to see subtle differences the longer they're inside.

This TARDIS seems older than their own, there are more layers to the mental contact that she keeps up with both her Doctor and Jack. And that's another difference, this TARDIS is as talkative to Jack as she is to her Doctor. Oh their TARDISes care for Jack, he wouldn't be there if she didn't, but she's not as vocal with him as this one.

Eureka Doctor nudges the 9th Doctor's shoulder. “Trying to decide if you need to stop telling Jack not to flirt with your TARDIS?”

“I gave up on that years ago.” he snorts. Finally he and the others stop pretending they're not interested in the fascinating addition to the TARDIS and head for the hallway. They shudder slightly as they step across the threshold, feeling the difference immediately. They'd thought the Immortal Doctor's TARDIS felt old, this one feels ancient.

“How. . .How large?”

“The outer shell was a planetoid roughly the size of Pluto that had been hollowed out over the years. And this was one of the smaller TARDISes.” The Immortal Doctor pats the wall absently as he strides down the hall towards the old control room. “This is the old control room, the technology hasn't changed much over the years.”

“How was the TARDIS fueled?” Eureka Doctor asks, pulling on his glasses as he looks over the dials and buttons on one wall.

“From what I could tell of my father's logs, a form of solar radiation. It was stored and converted to energy by chemical engines. It was slow, yes, but sometimes just because it's old doesn't mean it's obsolete.”

“And unlike the modern TARDISes, they didn't need a link to the Eye of Harmony for fueling.” The 9th and Eureka Doctor say in near unison. “I know it wouldn't have been . . .efficient to recall the old TARDISes, but I wonder why the pilots weren't recalled.”

The Immortal Doctor's Jack snorts as he leans against a wall, patting it absently. “They were rebels, Doc. . . Docs, they went out and explored the stars, from what my Doctor has told me about his Gallifrey, would they have been welcome back after being on their own for so many years?”

“No,” all five doctors say in unison. “They wouldn't have fit in the cookie cutter mold the Council tried to put everybody into.”

“Exactly.” Immortal Jack says with a wink.

It takes all of them to drag both Daniels and Nathan out of the library for lunch. Everybody had agreed that some fresh air would be good and they weren't that far from the cafe.

“Walkies.” I call over my shoulder. “Boys, you decide which one is wearing the harness today. Ladies, you want to join us?”

Nathan stares at me until Sugar and Spice, a olde english sheepdog and mastiff respectively appear down the hallway, leashes and a harness hanging from their mouths. I strap them into the harness and clip the lead onto the other one's collar as we walk out of the bus, Nathan blinks as he sees the bus begin to glow slightly as the dogs shadow Josette.

“I've never seen service dogs of that breed before.” Nathan looks over at Jo.

“They've got all the paperwork so they're legal service dogs, but they've been trained by my family and have a few more commands than normal.”

Fifteen minutes later they make it into the cafe, the visitors are either enjoying the looks everybody in town is giving them, ignoring them, talking amongst themselves, or looking around. Vincent had seen them coming and they're soon in the back room, extra chairs brought out from the back and tables pushed together so there's room for everybody.

“So you were saying that you spent some time in . . .the other Eureka?” Nathan asks.

“Yeah, Danny boy found out where Jo was hiding and let the rest of the family know.” Jo turns and glares at her brother.

“What the hell were you doing in Eureka anyway, and pretending to be somebody else?” Jo asks, looking over at her brother.

“I was on vacation.” Daniel moans.

“Yeah, I always pretend to be somebody else on my vacations.”

“Dad.” Daniel says.

“ 'Nuff said.” Buck holds up a hand. “It was one of those vacations.” Daniel nods and sighs.

“Anyway, Buck had managed to piss off the brass in Denver and was given a 'suggestion' to go on vacation for a few days. He had the brilliant idea to track down little sister and harr. . .errr visit her for a few days.” Ryan smirks. “Spencer, Greta, and I came along to keep Jo from hurting him too bad when he pissed her off.”

“Would I do that?” Buck asks, his hand over his heart looking all hurt.

“Buck, it wasn't five minutes after we arrived in town that Jo decked you.” Ryan snorts. “I should have realized from that that our visit would be . . ..eventful.”

“Eventful, that's a nice way of putting it.” Jo snorts.

“What happened?” Nathan asks with a sigh.

Jo starts picking off items on her fingers.

“You had a fit when you found out Greta works for Dayton Industries/Enterprises in our world, you sent Carter out to bring Greta in to talk to her, while he was at the farm some Global Dynamics employees, who didn't know that the farm was inhabited, used it for target practice.”

Nathan moans, shaking his head. “Was anybody hurt?”

“Only their pride when Buck pulled out the big guns and shot back at them.” Jo smirks. “There were some broken windows though, and the house and Buck's car needed repainting.”

Buck moans as he remembers the sight of his car covered in paint ball splotches. “Things started settling down, then we got hit by a snowstorm at the farm. It was August.” she says sourly. “And it was only snowing at the farmhouse.”

Nathan moans again. Then he sees Greta has a distant look and quietly taps one of the others on the shoulder. They turn and he points at Greta. “Is something the matter?”

“Yes, he's an annoying know it all bastard.” Greta says suddenly. “But that's impossible even for him, you should know, you were a doctor after all.” she picks up her coffee and takes a sip as the shadowy figure who'd been insulting Jack behind his back splutters.

“Are you talking to yourself?” Buck asks the question on everybody's mind.

“Nope, the late, great, and still annoying Dr. Owen Harper.” Greta snorts. The ghost behind Jack's back freezes. /You can hear me?/

“Uhhh duh, you're bitching loud enough to wake the dead, pardon the expression.”