Okay, this not my normal fandom, but I like to 'stretch' my writing skill in various areas, and since I absolutely LOVE Doctor Who, I thought I would try this!
Please Review at the end to let me know what you think! :)
The fire burned in his veins as his skin began to light up from the heat. He turned his gaze to her, and his hearts broke into pieces. He hated the fear and pain on her face.
"You're the Doctor." She whispered, her voice cracking in the end.
He smiled. "And I always will be." He whispered back, feeling the heat rise as his regeneration began.
She shook her head, and stretched her right hand. "Don't change." She whispered, tears falling down her face.
He smiled and stretched his left hand outward, the glow from the regeneration shining. So many times he reached for her hand and found the comfort he needed. So many times, and this would be the last time he would ever feel her hand in his, but he couldn't hold her hand, for he would burn her, and he would never hurt her.
He couldn't. He cared for her too much.
He lifted his gaze to her, and saw the sadness in her eyes. She couldn't handle it anymore. He knew she couldn't.
Shaking her head, she stepped toward him, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I love you." She whispered, feeling his arms around her for a moment. She knew she needed to step away, but she couldn't let go.
"I love you." He wanted to say, but the catch in his throat prevented him.
She stepped back, and smiled as he braced against the Tardis, and let the regeneration take hold. He bent backwards, but felt something different happen.
With a cry he felt the fires envelope his body, and finally he staggered back, and straightened. He turned his head, and found her staring at him with a wild-eyed expression. He turned towards her, and stepped closer, watching her stiffen.
"Clara?" He asked, watching her relax finally.
"Doctor." She whispered, stepping towards him. She reached up with her left hand and touched his face. "My Doctor." She whispered again.
He smiled, and nodded. "Clara, my Clara." He whispered, gathering her into his arms.
She let out a cry as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her Doctor didn't change. He was still her Doctor, and he was there with her.
He didn't change.
Well, what did you think? Now, granted, this is my first time writing here, so please be kind.
Since this is going to be a story full of one-shots, with no actual plotline, I will take prompts, if you wish to send them in.
I should warn you, I am in college, studying in Pre-Vet, so my time can be a little pushed, but I have managed in the past to keep a fairly regular update schedule.
Again, if you wish to see a scene redone, or something between Eleven and Clara, please let me know via PM or in your review. I will even delve into Twelve or previous Doctors if you wish!
Oh, I should mention, that the other one-shots will be significantly longer than this one! Just so you know! :D
Until Next Time...