Falling. That's all the Doctor knew. Everything was plummeting, crashing around in the TARDIS, a racket in his ears. He stumbled and fell back, hitting the railing with a thud. Yet another wave of pain crashed over him, nearly sending him to his knees. After many regenerations, one would think the agony wouldn't be so...well...so much agony.
But it was.
New face, new skin, new fingers, legs. Still got legs. The Doctor shakily pulled a tuft of hair in front of his face. Not ginger yet, though.
As cords fizzed and the control panel sent sparks flying across the room, the Doctor grabbed at levers, pulling handles and turning knobs. Whoever he was, he was a horrible pilot.
Throughout his dizzy, rearranged mind, he could remember one thing, and grasped it like a lifeline. He would follow this memory, and he would figure out how to fly this infernal machine, and he would somehow–somehow–understand the years of strange events spinning across his thoughts, all the glimpses of places and times and people, enemies and friends, though he didn't know which was which.
Except one.
And he followed it. And he drove the TARDIS toward Earth.
Two years later, near Hagrid's hut, Hermione was reading from her pamphlet on the Secrets of Divination, scribbling down notes on a separate piece of parchment, when she heard a sound. A vaguely familiar whirring, something from the back of her mind. But it filled her with hope, this sound. And before she knew it, she was on her feet.
Across the lawn, she could just barely make out a shape. It blinked into existence, faded away, then reformed, shockingly blue against the light colors of spring. A light atop the box shone like a star, then became dull. The whirring stopped.
And she ran. Her memory was coming back to her now, flooding back and filling her senses with happiness, nostalgia, adventure, and excitement, all in one repeating, retrieved thought.
Doctor.
GUYS. I'm BACK. AFTER, LIKE, A BAJILLION YEARS.
Ok, I've been
1) really busy with writing my own stuff
2) busy with more stuff like homework
3) procrastinating
4) trying to think of how the heck I'm gonna continue this gosh darn thing (and my other Hetalia story which deserves a sequel)
I'm a much better writer now, so YAY. But I don't know how often I'll be able to post. Hopefully often. Thank you guys for reading, and I can't apologize enough for disappearing off the map for a while, but I'm back, and better than ever, baby!
Feel free to leave any questions or ideas for how the story should go in the comments, and thanks again! Here we goooooo!