Captain America knew his name. Right. He was going to have to get over that if they were going to help the Doctor. Man up. Because Captain America might need him, Rory Williams. Jack clapped Rory's shoulder with a grin.
"Winston Churchill has the Doctor's phone number. Of course, Captain America and the Doctor know each other," the normal, run of the mill human continued to admonish himself.
Once they approached the Doctors, Ten was smiling politely and Nine was scowling.
"Using both TARDISes we should be able to pinpoint at which point the time gem was used to interfere and maybe, if we're lucky..."
"Invite ourselves in to the Collector's place and see who we can liberate," Nine finished. "He'll be expecting us. That can't be helped."
"Less we plan in advance, less likely he'll be able to anticipate our next move."
"So if anyone wants to back out, now would be the time to let us know." Nine was not impressed when no one volunteered to leave, "Typical."
"So who's going with who?"
"I thought they were going with you," glared Nine.
"No, they shouldn't all go with me," Ten countered.
"Fine," sighed Nine.
"I'll go with Cap," offered Rory.
"Fine, Jack you're with me. Happy?" Nine stared at Ten.
The Doctors went to their prospective TARDISes. It wasn't until Rory, Cap and Ten were in their TARDIS that he felt safe speaking up. "So, she's a bit rough."
Ten frowned: "Don't be too hard on her, she's still in mourning."