My chin boy gasped, not expecting that to happen. "Clara." he hissed. "Get me to my TARDIS."
I started crying. "What's going on?"
"Clara. Just DO it!" he yelled at me.
I obliged, supporting him to the short walk to the TARDIS. "Are you going to-"
"I'll be... fine." he gasped in pain, the TARDIS doors opening by themselves, sensing something was wrong with her Doctor. He wobbled over to the consul. "Maybe not." he looked at me. "Don't worry, I am. I've done this ten times before, but it's not easy."
"You... you're going to regenerate?" I said, fearful. "But-but, you listened. You were the first one-"
"What did you expect to happen? Not even a time lord can take that much damage." he interrupted.
"Don't go." I sobbed, seeing the bright light seep out of him. "Please, Doctor. You can't. I-I won't let you-"
He smiled at me. "Everyone has to die sometime, Clara. And for the sake of 11." he paused, smiling as the light got thicker. "Geronimo." The light around him was radiating off of him now.
When it cleared, I looked into the 12th Doctor's face. He made a face. "Bow ties... are NOT cool anymore!" he said, taking his off.
"Who are you and what've you done with my bow tie wearing Doctor?" I asked, shocked.
He laughed. "Oh, Oswin."
"That's NOT my name, Doctor! That was... well. SHUT UP!" I screamed at him. "Is this really how we are going to pick up?" I snapped, aggravated.
A/N- sorry for the horrible explanation, but that's all I could come up with. Please review if you liked it!