Clara stumbled backwards, her hand trying to mask her eyes from the blinding golden rays, now erupting from the doctor.

Her doctor.

She didn't want to admit it, but she felt a sort of dread, like someone she knew was going away and never coming back.

Bullocks, of course.

She had seen every face of the doctor, and given her life or rather, lives for him. He wasn't going away. He was just, changing.

And after all, she was just human.

She felt like his new self wasn't going to like her, or wasn't going to be her chin-boy who got all flustered when she said snog-box, or flirted with him.

Or the one who entered his own time stream to save her.

Or the one who wore a bowtie and a jacket and took the kids to an amusement park on another planet because she asked him to.

But she shoved all those thoughts somewhere else, her being supported by one thought. He was still the doctor.

The doctor was in a bad place.

His entire body was changing, so obviously.

One thought.

His impossible girl.

He had finally solved her mystery.

Or rather, she had solved it for him.

She was his best friend, more tan his best friend and she was always there, even when he felt alone, like no one was there, she was always there.

Running with him, helping him, dying for him.

Perfect for him.

And now that he had caught her, he was never letting go.

He yelled as he started to change. And then, it was done. He stood back up straight, and took a deep breath.

Oh yes, this was different. Not bad, just different. After eleven regenerations, he still wasn't used to it. Clara came towards him, a strange look masking her face.

"hmm, eyes, eyes, yes, two, face, I have one, thank gallifrey for that. kidneys, whoa. Chin, thank goodness. Ears, not bad. Hair? Well, it's alright. I'll get used to it. damn, I'm Scottish!" the new doctor said, and Clara immediately knew, it was still him.

"it's different but you're still chin-boy." She said, smiling a little.

"no, I don't have that chin anymore. And I don't know why you had a problem with it, I thought it was fine!" the doctor said.

"uh-huh. Whatever you say, mister. Now, I think you promised me another trip. And I need t get ready after the whole, being ripped into echoes thing, so tell your snog box to make me a room."

"it's not a snog box!" the doctor said, annoyed a little.

"yes it is. e should change that sometime." Clara said, smirking.

"you do know this body is twice your age, yes?" he asked, looking at her.

"well, that didn't stop you from inviting me into your snog-box before. Plus, being spread over your timeline, I've been around the block a few times myself." She said.

"yes, I bet you have." Said the doctor, frowning, remembering her sacrifice for him.

"I'm sorry? That sounded suggestive." she asked, smirking a little like the saucy minx she was.

"I didn't mean- oh, I..just. shut up!" the doctor replied, and started muttering something unintelligible and flipping levers.

Clara just smiled, knowing, that it was still her doctor, chin or no chin. And she would still give her life for him.

Okay, so I kind of decided to write this because everyone else has been writing these sad, sad, crying goodbye-regeneration fics, and I don't want that, because everyone needs a nice regeneration once in a while, and Clara probably won't cry since she's seen his faces.

Anyways, my motto is a quote by joss whedon.

"make it dark, make it grim, make it tough, but then, for the love of God, tell a joke." So, yes. This is not a fanfic where they cy, and say good bye, and hug, and sob. This is strictly happy and smiles, since I am sick of everyone mooching around. Sorry for the rant, and leave a little something in the review box for me, would you?