The Doctor gave a last smile to Amelia Pond before jumping back into the ruined TARDIS. "Geronimo!" He shouted gleefully as he slid down through the wrecked console room. Grabbing the old sandy columns that had crashed down as he had regenerated, he managed to hoist him self over and crawl to the console. Bits were broken and charred but he figured there would be one old trip left in the old girl before she went down for her nap. He groaned as he pushed himself up onto the seat that lay half broken. He stumbled over to the console, his feet skidding. New feet and all that. Thank goodness for the TARDIS gravity. Pocket Dimensions were cool. He thought. He smiled at that. Cool. He was going to use that alot.
Amelia had said he was funny. That was good. Funny was good- he needed to be funny again. Beat being rude. But at the same time he missed being rude. A new face, new personality. Same memories. But he wasn't going to think about all that. He pulled a lever and the TARDIS jolted, straightening mid flight. "5 minutes, old girl." he said quietly. 5 minutes and then back to Pond. She was special, a little girl with a brave heart and a scary crack...Then he was racing off down a spiral staircase to the TARDIS wardrobe, jumping down the last few steps. Passing all the audacious and frankly bizarre items of clothing, he gambled over to the mirror.
"Let's see what we have then." He said before stepping in front and staring at his reflection. "Wow!" he exclaimed. It was all new. Not even a shred of the lanky nerd type he had been before. Shame, that regeneration had been good at running. He'd have to test this one later. But the chin! He stroked it, it was so odd. But not that big. Bigger than he had had but surely not that big!
"Blimey! The hair!" He cried, hands shooting up. Damn it, not even close to ginger. The hair was big too. Brown...again and floppy. He needed to brush it...and get rid of all his hair gel. But what are you gonna do? He was funny. He knew that. Funny...with a massive chin. He could work with that. He'd worked with less. He checked all over his body. He was glad he had all functional and ordinary body parts and limbs. A friend of his that had been on Gallifrey one regeneration and got 3 arms. Really useful for piano playing but the Doctor didn't want to play piano. Not now anyway.
The mirror had a crack in the centre, so it was difficult to see the face. Wide nose, and deep set eyes and a curved mouth and- "My Eyebrows!" His hands flew to his new face, he rubbed around abit before locating the small eyebrows and breathing a sigh of relief. He had eyebrows...that was good. That was cool.
The TARDIS gave a shudder and a great thump and the Doctor hurried back and out of the doors, Sexy shutting behind him for a nap.
Amelia Pond...what adventure's we'll have.