Hey there! This is my first Fanfic on this site as MyrthaK. (Call me Myrth!) It's also my first Doctor Who Fanfic! Before you go all rage-y on me for killing the Doctor in the Prologue- Spoilers! LOL... Problem?- just read the whole story and you'll understand why the Doctor couldn't possibly be Eleven in this. Enjoy! :)

Prologue I: "Geronimo"

The Doctor stumbled. His face contorted in pain for an instant, then it vanished as he gripped the TARDIS console. The wound in his side bled through his tweed jacket, staining it and soaking his right hand. He pulled the palm away from the injury, and gasped in pain. His hand was covered in bright red blood. Gingerly, he replaced the hand and shuffled around the console, using it as a support.
The Doctor pulled a lever up, then down, spun a spinny-thing suspiciously similar to a whisk, then slammed his palm against a button. He cried out in agony. The TARDIS groaned and shook, as though she sensed his nearing regeneration.
The gentle glowing had started as soon as he'd reached the centre console, and he knew that soon, he would be someone else. Some new man would saunter away, leaving this version of himself behind, forgetting him forever.
Ever since his tenth regeneration, the idea of becoming someone else had scared him. He'd been so happy as that Doctor, despite the sad ending. Now the eleventh Doctor was coming to an end, and he was more scared than ever. If this newer, twelfth Doctor regenerated, he would have only one regeneration left before dying forever. No more changing his face and outfit, then wandering away in search of danger.

A sharp pain shot through the Doctor, bringing him crashing back to the present. Or wherever he was in the Time Vortex.
He was sent flying as the TARDIS gave a particularly violent judder.
The glowing was much, much brighter now, like a sort of golden mist rising off his skin. It was around now he would've said goodbye to someone, or said something meaningful, or laughed at his situation, while crossing his fingers for his new looks. But this time, the Doctor just clentched his hands and whispered, "Geronimo.."
The golden mist became like flames, shooting off his head and hands, and his right side at the exact location of the wound.

Prologue II: "All the Better to Eat You With"

"He-hello?" The young voice broke the silence of the desolate cottage. A young girl with a startlingly bright red cape tied around her shoulders with the hood pulled up stepped into the dusty living room. Her footsteps echoed around the house, old, worn furniture doing nothing to prevent the reverberation.
"Granny?" The young girl made her way to an old-fashioned door, one floorboard groaning under her foot. The door was slightly ajar, so she only had to place her small palm against the wood for it to creak open.
In the room was an old-fashioned dresser with a faded mirror and a jewellery box perched on top. Two people smiled out of a picture frame from atop the dresser, one of them holding a little bundle wrapped in bright red fabric.
Dusty curtains barely blocked the stream of moonlight filtering into the room from the window. The full moon was at its brightest, acting as the only source of light in the room. It was obstructed temporarily by the branches of the trees that surrounded the little cottage.
On top of a bedside table lay a book, its spine bent to hold a page. A pair of reading glassed rested on top of its faded cover.
The bed, which lay in the centre of the old-fashioned room, was a simple wooden-framed one, with a blue-and-white checkered blanket draped over a gently shifting lump about the size of the little girl.
"Granny..?" The girl whispered. She took a step forward, a ringlet of chocolate brown curls brushing her cheek. Her huge brown eyes took in every detail of the room but focused on the lump on the bed. It shifted, and a low growl escaped it.
The girl gasped, but made no move to run. Quite the opposite, the girl crept forward. Clutching her cape with one hand, she reached out towards the lump with the other. Her hand paused above the quilt, fingers shaking. She hesitated, and in that very moment, the lump moved again. Then, suddenly, the quilt was thrown off, revealing a large, snarling wolf, tongue swiping over its teeth and blue eyes gleaming with bloodlust. Its dark grey pelt shone silver in the moonlight.
The girl screamed.

Guessed the theme yet? Also, what will the new Doctor look like? You'll have to wait until Chapter One to find out!