Ive not seen a 11th Doctor Continued Fic before so I decided I'd do one myself! This is probably going to be 11's version of 12's series but who knows, I might switch things up a bit!
Disclaimer: I have never, will never, maybe never, own Doctor Who or any of its spin offs. All rights reserved to the Broadcasting Overlords at BBC UK.
Breathless, she stumbles up the steps to the ever glowing console of the TARDIS. Her eyes wet with tears as she slows her pace. Footsteps can be heard on the metal staircase. Her eyes widen as he shows his stupid face, young again, him again.
"Doctor!" She cries, his mouth forms a small smile.
"Hello." He stands straight, his old clothes pooled around the console room in a mess.
"You're young again. You're okay." She begins to fumble, fidgeting with her hands, a grin plastered on her features. "You didn't even change your face."
"Ha!" The Doctor walks over to the console. "It's started. I can't stop it now, this is just the reset." He picks up the bowl of fish fingers and custard, taking a quick bite. "A whole new regeneration cycle, OOH." He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and looks over at her fondly. "Taking a bit longer, just breaking it in." He walks around the console to the other side, stumbling somewhat. He grasps two of the Navigational Levers and slams them both down, the whirring sound of the TARDIS springs to life as the ship enters the Time Vortex. He looks back to her again, his eyes, old and tired. "It all just disappears, doesn't it?" His brow furrowed, those delicate eyebrows bunched together. "Everything you are, gone in a moment; like breath on a mirror." His tired eyes look towards her, she's shaking, worried and scared. "Any moment now, he's a comin'."
Her eyes filling with tears again as her grip tightens on her hands. "Who's comin'?"
"The Doctor." He leans forward, propping himself up on the console.
The tears now falling down her cheeks as she watches him die. "You, you are The Doctor."
"Yep." His voice now a strained whisper, his hands tighten around the edge of his TARDIS. "But times change, and so must I..." He stood straight, struggling to hold it all in. "We all change, when you think about it. We're all different people; all through our lives and thats okay, thats good, you've gotta keep movin'. So long as you remember all the people that you used to be." Her sobs now echoing through the Console room as he spoke, her knees shaking beneath her. "I will not forget one word of this, not one day, I swear.." He wrapped his fingers around his frock coat and straightened himself out, a smile now gracing his features. He looked at his companion with a twinkle in his eye, the excitement of The Doctor. "I will always remember when the Doctor was me."
She stepped towards him slowly, the tears freely falling down her cheeks. Her face graced with a look of fear and worry. His hand reached towards his neck, undoing his bow-tie and pulling it free from his collar. He pulled it to eye level, inspecting it, remembering how cool he must have looked before dropping it to the cold floor.
Squeezing his eyes shut, The Doctor braced himself, leaning up against the Console for support. "No..NO!" She ran towards him extending her hand. He moved away just slightly, just enough to be out of her reach. He knew it'd be too dangerous for her to touch him now. "Please.. don't change."
Thunder echoed throughout the TARDIS as The Doctor exploded with regeneration energy. The TARDIS lurched and threw both of them to the floor.
As she got to her feet, she brushed off her skirt and looked around. She could see his feet from behind the Console as he began to get up, a hand grabbed the edge of the panel and he pulled himself up. Her breath hitched as she saw his face, his new face. Brown floppy hair, delicate eyebrows, the chin.
"Oh. This is new. This is very very new." He held his hands out in front of him, flipping them over before flipping them back over and over again. He ran his hands through his hair, pulling it over his eye to check the colour. "Same colour? That's a bit boring."
"Doctor?" She began.
He strutted about, lifting his knees high with every step. "Steering is the same as before, that's good."
"Doctor." She began again.
He coughed, bringing his fingers up to his neck. "Ahem! AHEM! Hello? Testing!" His brow furrowed and he straightened out his jacket. "Same voice, that is new." He moved his tongue around his mouth quickly and pulled on his cheeks. "Teeth are the same."
"Doctor!" She exclaimed stamping her foot on the floor in frustration.
"Clara! Yes! Clara! Forgot you were here. What is it?" He spun on the spot and quickly walked towards her, his eyes open wide. His face got closer and closer, he was inspecting her. "You're the same height. I'm the same height." He began to use his hand to measure his height to hers. "Heavens this is a boring regeneration, it's almost as if.."
"You're the same..." Clara began, her hand reaching up and cupping his cheek softly. She took the time to inspect his face closely, his green eyes were younger, his face rejuvenated. He was without the lines of worry, his eyes still filled with the sadness of 2 millennia; but yet, he looked so much younger.
He placed his hand over hers, giving it a comforting squeeze. "My impossible Clara, do you know what this means?" His lips parted slightly, as he ran his tongue along the inside of his bottom lip.
"What, Doctor?"
"It means..." He began, his hand leaving her face as he did a twirl on the spot and returned to the flashing console, suddenly sparks flew from the machine as he started flipping levers and tapping on buttons. "We're CRASHING!"
To Be Continued...
(A/N) Short beginning I know! But there is more to come!(A/N)