The Doctor was dying. He had jumped knowing it was going to happen. But now that the moment was here, he was afraid. Clara had helped get him into the TARDIS knowing it was his time to go. As the regeneration energy started to slowly creep through his veins he realised something, "Clara it's different this time."
"How?" Clara asked concerned.
"It feels slower, less violent." Just as he said that his body started to glow like the sun and with his last breath he said, "Geronimo," with a smile on his face he changed, his hair got shorter and greyer, his skin wrinkled and he grew a bit. Once it seemed to be done he jumped up. "Wow, I love regenerating its scary and fun, like kissing. I'm taller awesome, what is it six foot? Nice round number. Do I sound Scottish to you? I do, oh my god that's so cool." The Doctor was acting like a five year old as he ran around the TARDIS, "Oh look at this Clara, the TARDIS made a new screwdriver for me. It's red, that is fantastic. Where do you want to go Clara? We could go anywhere."
"Why don't we go home, drink tea, and I try to tell those kids that you are the same bloke that looked about twenty the last time they saw you?" Offered Clara.
"Think it'll work?"
"No, but what do you say?"
"I say that I must really be getting old if that sounds fun."
Clara laughed, "Well, you do look it."
"I don't know what you are talking about." Said the Doctor striking a pose, "My dear I am a silver fox."
"Whatever you say."
"Hey, you are not aloud to argue with the designated driver," scolded the Doctor jokingly.
"Yes sir," said Clara pretending to zip her mouth shut and throw away the key.
"Good," he said as he threw a switch. "Hold on tight my dear."
A/N: so I typed this up the first time really late at night so I fixed it and this is the typo (almost) free version also, anyone who can guess what his catchphrase is you get a cyber cookie.
