Coulda Done Better
By: The Bubbles
Summary: The Doctor thoughts on his new body. Set right after he regenerates into Nine. Story is 200 words, dead on.
Disclaimer: I want him. The Doctor, I mean. But I don't own him, and that is quite sad.
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He definitely coulda done better when he regenerated.
He felt the top of his head. Where had all his hair gone? He'd had long hair, wavy hair, frizzy hair, blonde hair, big curly hair, slightly curly hair, bowl hair, and gray hair. Now he had no hair to speak of.
And now…
He wondered what some of his old companions would say if he were to go visit them. If Peri could see him now! She'd thought his sixth incarnation was funny looking. (In hindsight though, she'd been right.) But compared to nine, he'd been positively gorgeous.
He could have done without the ears. They were veritable satellite dishes on the side of his head. And that nose! He was freakin' Pinocchio for crying out loud! Granted, it wasn't the biggest nose he'd ever had, but it was pointed almost.
He wondered if perhaps the Powers-That-Be were punishing him for causing the destruction of his people. Not like he had planned it that way, but it had happened and it had been his fault. And then he'd survived.
He felt his hair (or lack thereof) again and sighed. It wasn't even ginger.
Yep, he decided, he was definitely being punished.
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A/N- I would like to state here and now for the record that I think Nine was brilliantly gorgeous and that it was a crime to replace him so soon. Of course, my words used to describe Ten are currently "foxy," "sexy," and "yum," so I'm not gonna complain too much.