Doctor Who: The 12th Doctor Adventures – Season 1
Episode #: 1 - A Man from a Box.
Doctor Who Fanfic by The Wandering Souls.
Executive Writer: Floyd Norman
Co Writer and Story Adaption: unprepared
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A man wearing a brown tweed jacket, a checked blue shirt, a blue bowtie and black leather shoes limped towards a battered old blue phone booth. The words "Police Box" were written on a banner that lined the top of the door way. On the left door was written a message about proper use of the phone booth on the right door was a St John's Ambulance symbol.
The limping man reached the doors, reaching into his pocket he pulled out a small key. A large gust of wind blew the brown mop that was his hair all over the place. He nearly dropped the key due to the gust, but after putting a firm grasp on it he began to unlock the door.
The door creaked open and the man walked in. The inside was vast, not at all like the small shape of the Phone Booths exterior, for this was no ordinary phone booth. This was the Time and Space Machine known as "The TARDIS". Its master, the man known as "The Doctor" was the person who had limped in.
This was his home now, small on the outside but vast and never-ending on the inside. The Doctor was the last of his race. Though he looked like any other man you might bump into on the street or kiss on the cheek at school or call brother or even father, he was no normal man. He was an Alien from a long lost planet known as Gallifrey; it had a burnt orange sky with miles of red grass covering the vast and beautiful surface. It was also home to the Time-lords, an intelligent race that knew the secret of time and space travel. The Doctor was the last of their kind and he was now dying. But this is not the end you see; his people have this trick sort of like cheating death. When a Time-lord (or be it a Time-lady) is gravely injured or just getting too old, they have a way of healing. Though the process takes its toll, there is no pro without its fair share of cons. For you see to heal one must change.
Now I don't just mean a change of clothes, I mean everything. Their face, their personality, their habits; only one thing stays true. You are, a Time-lord with two hearts, an alien and stronger than any human being could imagine. This change can only be done twelve times after that you are truly dead. This was to be the Doctor's 11th change for this was his 11th life. The reasons for his critical state are a thing of myth, something history will forget.
The 11th Doctor's time was up. His skin began to glow with a sort of gold dust. This dust was "regeneration energy", regeneration was the name of this change which was about to happen.
"The silence, not the silence."
He fell to the ground in pain.
"I must...I...I..."
He pulled himself up and pressed the TARDIS Controls, which were button and levers sprawled over a hexagon console. This was located in the middle of the entrance room of the TARDIS. Crying out in pain he grabbed at both of his hearts as they beat wildly in his chest.
"I don't know. Will it be him? Will ...ARRRRGGGH. Will it be Valeyard? Can the Universe survive him? ARRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!"
He begins to charge for Regeneration, being completely covered in the golden energy. He stared at his skin, gold dust flicking over it's surface.
"HE COMES!"
Screams of agony tore from his throat and echoed through the TARDIS; shaking the very structure of the machine. His body exploded in a blast of radiation energy. His deep azure eyes became replaced with dark drown, his mop of brown hair became ebony with a cowlick at the fringe, his face morphing from lean and thin to wide and round. He became younger and took on the appearance of man in his very early 20's.
The energy dispersed and disappeared as if it was never there to begin with. A man stood up off the floor, the same but different. This man wore the face of the 12th Doctor.
"Well how interesting. That's new. Oh my, awfully big shoes. So I guess it's time for one more round."
The new Doctor began to set co-ordinates for Earth.
"HERE WE GO AGAIN!"