A/N: OMG! PETER CAPALDI! I was so happy when they revealed it! I wrote a short little one-shot, basically it's the Doctor regenerating and becoming Malcolm Tucker-esque. Enjoy~!
Clara ran into the TARDIS, closing the door behind her. She stared at the man at the console, in the Doctor's clothes.
"Er, who are you?" She asked, "Where's the Doctor?" The man turned to her. He had light hair, short, slightly curled, and he looked much older than the Doctor. So where was he?
"I am the fucking Doctor, you idiot," The man said, rolling his eyes and shaking his head, a Scottish accent on his voice, "I fucking regenerated, didn't I? For fucks sake, one day, I hope I get a companion who doesn't fucking question it."
Clara's eyes widened at his language. How could this be the Doctor? "You can't be the Doctor, he's...younger, and...doesn't have a potty mouth like that."
"Well, that Doctor's gone now, isn't he?" The Doctor told her, "Fuckkity-bye, I'm here now, and if you don't fucking mind, I'm trying to get us out of this fucking hellhole." He turned back to the console. "Oh, this has just been a bad fucking day."
"Woah, calm down, Mister," Clara said, startled by his...she didn't have a word for it, "No need to speak like that, mate."
"Well if you would shut your fucking mouth and not question if I'm the Doctor or not while I'm trying to get us away from what's out there!" The Doctor shouted, "Fucking twat..." He muttered, returning to the console.
A/N: Haha, I couldn't resist! ;) I hope you enjoy it, might write some more! Until next time~
-Rave/Berry