The War Doctor Regeneration
An Untold Story
The TARDIS whined intensely as the Doctor half-galloped around the console intently flicking various switches and dials along the lightly lit surfaces as his knee-length coat brushed along the side delicately - juxtaposed to his manor and the way in which he held himself. Despite his adventurous and excitable heart, his movements had grown coarse and slow with his prolonged age and experience. He had just left the Under-Gallery where he had recently encountered his later regenerations; he felt the memories of his experiences saving Gallifrey fade as opposing memories replaced them. He placed his hands on a small keyboard that extended from the computer monitor as his skin started to light up with an orange-yellow tinge.
"Oh yes, of course" he murmured to himself "I suppose it makes sense"
He looked from one hand to the other as the light from his hands grew brighter and more intense by the second. He felt as the oncoming pain of his cells being replaced and restructured.
"Wearing a bit thin" he admitted to himself as the light began to glow slightly from the lower half of his face "I hope the ears are a bit less conspicuous this time."
The TARDIS began to shake as the regeneration energy filled the Doctor face and hands and travelled through the floors, filling the machine with an unbearable amount of artron energy; the console overflowed with power as sparks started to fly about and a small fire broke out from the Vortex Manipulator. The Doctor exploded into a vast and dramatic regeneration, due to his current regeneration lasting him almost the full extend of the Time War. As he felt his physical features change in front of his eyes, the memories of his recent adventure were obliterated from his knowledge due to the paradox of three doctors in one place being impossible to comprehend. Short black hairs began to sprout from the doctors and his eyes lit up bright yellow as the changed
The Doctor almost collapsed as his regeneration finished and he felt his new body seize randomly whilst he got used to the feeling of his new muscles and bones. He was surprised at the fluidity of his movements compared to his previous regenerations. He patted his whole body down, making sure that everything was in the right place.
"Oh that's good" he stated "I know someone who regenerated with a extra leg coming from his-"
The Doctor stopped with a muddled expression
"-Oh... I'm Northern" he smiled with big white teeth before running towards the TARDIS console to tackle the fire that had broken out.
The Doctor patted at the fire cautiously with a handkerchief he conveniently had in his side pocket although his attempts were unsuccessful as other fires burst through the circle panels in the walls and the TARDIS began to initiate emergency landing. The cloister bell began to ring, signalling that there was a serious problem at hand.
"Oh, that's really quite bad" the Doctor stood back from his blazing console, that frankly, was clearly beyond saving at this point.
He swung the computer monitor round and stared intensely as he typed vigorously on the keyboard; ancient Gallifreyan symbols popped up around the sides of the monitors interface that would be translatable to anyone but him because to his knowledge, he was the last of the Timelords.
"London, Earth, 2005" he read aloud "bit of a boring year, but I don't seem to have a lot of choice"
The TARDIS plunged out of the vortex heading straight for Earth at an extremely high speed, reaching its terminal velocity almost instantaneously. It span around as the windows on the exterior began to crack from the force against it as it entered Earth's atmosphere - with visible resistance against the outside of the small box.
The night sky twinkled above the Powell Estate, as what appeared to be a shooting star fell through the blackness and crashed somewhere nearby. Little did the people of London know, that there lives would soon be changed forever.