Ok so this just popped into my head. A one shot with 12 and a special guest!
ENJOY!
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The Doctor, the new Doctor, to Clara, anyway. He threw clothes to and fro, looking for a new wardrobe got his new body.
"I need something to match my kidneys, Clara! If it doesn't match my kidneys people will notice and I'll be an embarrassment to Time Lord kind!" He babbled, throwing yet another jacket at Clara. This one had pinstripes and was quite thin.
"Doctor, no one can see your kidneys!" She told him, half annoyed, half amused.
He ran out in a black vest over a white shirt, black trousers, and a black jacket with buttons all up the front and a red lining.
"So. I like it, do you like it, I think, Its good, perfect, actually." He said, watching himself move in the mirror.
"Yea, It suits you." Clara said vaguely, still thinking of how different, and, well, wierd he was now. Before he didn't talk this fast, and he talked pretty darn fast before.
The Doctor had noticed Clara watching him. Knowing what she was thinking. Having gone through this thirteen times before, he obviously memorized a companions regeneration-reaction-cycle.
1. Denial
2. Curiosity
3. Caution
4. Warming up
and 5. Back to where we started.
Clara was on step two now and she was very persistent in her questions. They walked into the console room of the TARDIS and he smiled widely, with a skip in his step.
"Clara, I think she's warming up to you!" He said happily stroking the TARDIS.
"The snogbox?" Clara asked. The TARDIS jolted suddenly sending Clara flying unto her bum. The Doctor laughed.
"Don't mess with the TARDIS, I think its her time of the month." This time, the Doctor went flying onto his bum, and Clara laughed.
"Oi! Don't sass me!" He shouted at nothing in particular.
"So, Doctor. Where to now?"
"Well, we have Rio! Rios good, love Rio. Or Austrailia, or Raxicorricofallupitourious, or we could stay on the Titanic and leave before, well you know, the iceberg incident. Or we could go-" Suddenly he pulled his psycic paper out of his jacket pocket.
"Never mind, Clara, we're needed elsewhere. 2016, Museum of great britain! Should be fun, eh?"
"Okay, lets do it!" She said.
He grinned manically and pulled the lever down forcibly. The TARDIS groaned wonderfully, as the ancient ship dodged meteors and skimmed the tops of stars as it riskingly and dangerously made its way to its destination that her theif had been called to. She hit the coordinates and forced her way into the time, appearing out of thin air in the closet of the museum.
"Brilliant, girl, thank you!" The Doctor said, stroking the TARDIS with his index finger and middle. "Finally! Able to give this old thing a run!" He said. Clara assumed he was referring to his newly regenerated body.
"Okay, now, let's see." He pulled a museum brochure from a rack. "Fossils, flour milling, ancient greek... The Pandorica?" He stopped and stared at the words, expecting them to disappear. "You humans! You dig out every artifact you find in the ground and put it in a museum to rot! I thought I got rid of this one!" He said, walking swiftly down the halls, Clara jogging to keep up.
They approched a Big cube with Gearing clockwork desings all over each side. He stepped forward and touched it with his palm, pressing his ear up against the surface.
"Yep, this is what we where lookin' for." He confirmed, pulling out his sonic.
He pointed it at the box and pushed the button. The doors to the Pandorica started opening, a great white light escaping from the insides.
Inside was a chair, restraining a blond girl with braid pigtails, blue jeans, and a pink T-shirt. Her head was drooping, and she was breathing quite heavily. Anyone who knew her would idententify her as Rose Tyler.
"Alright you two, this is where it gets complicated."
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