Regenerate, Degenerate.
Author: JForward
Summary: The Doctor regenerates but after a terrible problem and regeneration trauma will Rose be able to help him? First in the 11thDoctor series. Yes, it's Wolf!Doctor11 :D
I do not own Doctor Who or any of its counterparts but I do own this 11th Doctor although the original Doctor (10) is property of Russell T Davies and David Tennant in all his se- cuteness "
Chapter one: Changing- or not.
The TARDIS was peaceful, lights dimmed, Rose asleep on the sofa safe in the Doctor's arms while he slept too. The movie they no longer watched continued playing on the screen and Rose murmured in her sleep, totally relaxed by the double-beat of the Doctor's hearts on her back. The Doctor slept happily, for once not plagued by nightmares. Then, there was an almighty crash and the two of them were tossed to the floor, suddenly awake. The TV flickered off and the lights rose to their normal brightness.
"What the hell?" the Doctor muttered, as with another almighty crash, the two of them were thrown across the TV room. The Doctor managed to stand, pulling Rose to her feet. The TARDIS was shaking badly. "We have to get to the Control Room!" the Doctor told Rose, and, supporting each other, they got into the console room. "Rose, get behind there!" he ordered her, and, surprised and slightly scared, Rose wedged herself between the wall and a bar, safe.
The Doctor stood at the console, whacking buttons and levers desperately. "What's happening?" Rose called to him over another volley of bangs, while he only just managed to hold onto the console, the room was listing so badly. "We're being shot at" he informed her, continuing to set the co-ordinates, the desperation in his movements telling her all she needed to know. Then, there was another huge bang, bigger than the others, and the Doctor was thrown, falling onto his back and lifting a few inches into the air as the TARDIS ground into flight. He hit one of the vertical bars holding the railings up smack in the middle of his back.
There was a sickening, crunching crack as his back snapped and his ribs shattered. Shards of rib sliced through him inside, a few shards poking through outside. Some went through his lungs, and he gasped for air, unable to breath properly.
Rose stared froze, in shock, at his broken and bloodied body on the floor. "no…" she whispered almost silently to herself. She stared into his beautiful chocolate eyes, which were pain ridden and spoke the silent words.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
Her legs felt like lead but she forced herself to move over to his side, crouching down. He drew rattling breaths, feeling his limbs beginning to die of oxygen starvation. "Doctor…" she whispered, crouching down by him and lifting his head onto her lap as he continued to gasp in the air. his heartbeat was slowing. "Please don't change. Not again. Please. Please!" he wanted to tell her not to hold him, the effects could be disastrous but at that moment his hearts stopped. his eyes glazed, mouth open and then golden light began to encase him. "DOCTOR!" screamed Rose.