This is my new Doctor who Fanfiction -Basically, it's told from 1st doctors POV, then 2nd, so on, then Back to 1st. So this has all the doctors, 1-11, not 12, because I don't know what his personality will be. This one's basically just a starter - all the chapters up to 10 will include a regeneration scene.
EXTRA NOTE:
I wrote this chapter ages ago. Now I do know 12's personality, and I know about 8 ½ as well, so they WILL be included when I get round to them.
Disclaimer:
11th: Geronimo!
1st: And what exactly does 'Geronimo' mean, dear chap, hmm?
10th: It means 'Allons-y!'
9th: Fantastic... my next form is a lunatic!
10th: What, no! It's French, I speak French!
11th: I speak baby.
4th: On the subjects of babies, would you like a jelly baby?
Me: Can we get on with the disclaimer, please!
11th: Right, the disclaimer. Disclaimers are cool. What's a disclaimer again?
3rd: I've reversed the polarity of the neutron flow, but unfortunately for you, that doesn't mean you own us, the TARDIS, or the BBC.
Me: Shame...
9th: You do own the plot line, though, and the plot is fantastic!
Me: Thanks, guys!
Chapter 1 – Grumpy old doctor!
I collapsed onto the floor. Life was escaping me. I heard Polly shout 'doctor!' as I fell, but I knew I was old. I knew I was dying. If I had more time I would explain the concept of regeneration. But they might take it the wrong way.
Maybe, I thought, they would accept it if I just said that I had been renewed. Yes. A good plan. I feel the scarf on my face being pulled away. And then my body was growing and shrinking.
I'm changing, to a younger form, and… what's this? My clothes are changing too? What is this devilry?
My life force is being pulled away. For the first time, my ship operates itself.
.
I opened my eyes, and found myself as frail as ever. Maybe I hadn't died. After all, my clothes were the same. No bow tie. I remembered that horrific thing appearing on me. I looked up, and saw my ship. It was a different shade of blue, a slightly different shape. It was on its side and smoking. I did the logical thing. I asked the nearest person to help me get up.
I still felt fragile. I thanked the man who asked me 'why the Edwardian clothes, man? Whad'ya doin', dressin' up?' I was in America, I recognised the accent.
"What year is it, dear fellow?" I asked him.
"Man, somebodies been drinkin' too much!" he exclaimed.
"If you are assuming that I am under the consumption of alcohol, you are quite wrong, young man, quite wrong indeed… Hmm…" I said, retaliating, and then starting to think. Maybe the TARDIS was okay on the inside? I faltered, and then started to wander towards the dejected ship.
Before I could get there, a young man climbed out of the TARDIS, accompanied by a young girl. Perhaps this was my next form. I could see the bow tie. Then he looked at me, smiling.
"It's me!" he said. Maybe I was right. "My first form!" he said brightly. He took my hand and shook it quite vigorously. "I'm the Eleventh," he said, "I'm a huge fan of yours. I'm one-one, no, not two, eleven, so it's more of a ten-one, really, but that doesn't have the same ring to it, does it now? So, anyway, where's your TARDIS? And where are your companions? In my first form, I never travelled without companions! And where are you now, the Dalek chase? No? Too early? How about Troy? I liked Troy. Come on, give me a clue. London 1963? Mary Celeste? Rome? I liked Rome too. The energy drain at Mondas?" He said all of this in about three breaths time. If this was my eleventh form, I was extremely worried.
I nodded. "Which one?" he asked, frowning. "Mondas?"
"Indeed, my dear fellow," I replied. "Indeed."
"But that means… were you regenerating at the time?"
"Of course. We must have a TARDIS ownership vacuum."
He buzzed a small handheld object with a green light on the top.
"You're right," he said. "It's a doctor-vacuum."
Hope you enjoyed it - please R&R and F&F
