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The Eighth Doctor once saw three versions of his Ninth self. This story explores how Bad Wolf Nine became cannon. MultiDoctors/Rose.
The History of Nine
By Eugena
Rating: T
The Doctor regenerates.
During "The Parting of the Ways" and "Children in Need."
Chapter One (one shot):
Born to Love
You were fantastic. And d'you know what? So was I.
My last sight is of you, my beloved, my hero, my bad wolf, my Rose. To spend eternity in the moment we were together, this is all I want. I know you cannot yet remember taking the vortex into you, but one day you will. You'll remember how time conspired against our love, and gave us only one short moment. We have eternity here. You'll remember it one day. I took the vortex into myself, but it was in us both. This is a marriage throughout all time. I am the Ninth Doctor, but there is more than one Nine. They existed in different universes, different times, and they lasted longer than I did. Or so they will think. For we have eternity. I am the Nine that history will now record, because of the bad wolf before me. You create yourself, my love. I exist because you love me, and I am part of you. I love you, Rose Tyler. I've showed you that in all the time that I have known you. I have told you I love you in our moment of eternity.
My last thoughts are of you. While you have been sleeping, your body repairing itself from holding the vortex, I have been preparing myself, and all of me. I have laid down the foundation for the man that comes after me. I have set my thoughts and memories down to the cellular level. I will be the Nine that exists in this world, because the bad wolf lives. I feel myself changing. The first cell begins to rewrite itself. I feel what has not yet happened. I will still be here, watching. I will stare back at you through new eyes, but you will still see me. I am still here. I am your Doctor, and I am not leaving you.
The first thing I see is you. You are frightened, have seen him die, and are looking now at me. You want him back. Don't I look better? I appear younger. Am I not who you wanted? Do you not approve? I assure you that I am still here. I am not a Slitheen. I am no parlor trick. I have regenerated. I am newly born. The first thing I see is you. I want to explain. I reach out to grab the memory that he has hidden, but in vain I try to hold your hand. I want to experience you the way he did. I want the wordless ways we'd tell each other we're all right. I want to take your hand. I want to show you the universe. Here I am, standing right next to you. I want the memories I cannot see. I look at you and begin to remember another world. The life there is too intense. I know I will remember in time.
The regeneration begins to fail. I hold onto you. I am newly born, and I see only you. I am born to love you.