Oh, look at that. I'm doing another one-shot. I told myself that I would work on one of my two multiple chapter stories (My Daddy is a Time Lord and Change), but I guess not. Darn you brain!

Disclaimer- As I have said before, if I owned either BBC or Doctor Who, you would be watching this, not reading.

Warning- This might make you feel a bit. But, then again, that's what I'm trying to do. Do me a favor and tell me how I did in a review. please?

There was just a golden light that covered his view, and he knew why.

He was regenerating, and he was ready to go.

His only regret, that he could think of right now, was leaving Clara behind, when she had no idea what was happening.

But there was nothing he could do about that. It was too late. He just was hoping that the next Doctor would take care of his Impossible Girl.

Then it all faded and he was gone.

But then he wasn't. Unsure of what was happening, the Doctor dared to open his eyes and saw that he was alone, in a large field that had swaying ankle high green grass. There were a few trees at one edge of the field, but besides that, it was pretty much empty, and it looked as if it stretched on forever.

Sighing, he turned his gaze to the sky and saw that it was the perfect color of a robin's egg, a few small fluffy white clouds were scattered about here and there, and he took a deep breath in. The air didn't smell like anywhere he had ever been before, but it smelled clean, crisp and had a sweet undernote.

The Doctor turned his gaze back to the endless field, and saw people, he couldn't tell who just yet, walking towards him. Well, some were walking, others, a few, were running towards him.

Before he knew it, they were by his side and somebody pulled him in a tight embrace. His breath went out in an "omph" and his eyes closed, but just for a second, and when he opened them and familiar color filled his vision.

Red hair. Pond.

He felt her tears on his neck and shoulder and felt her sobs through his chest. But they weren't tears or sobs of sadness; they were tears of joy.

"Oh, Pond." He whispered and he felt tears falling down his cheeks as well. He closed his eyes and let his brain calm down and he let loose of the thousands of thoughts that riddled his mind.

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