Episode 1:
Regeneration, Part 1
Here is the remake of 'The 13th Doctor'! I will try and update on Thursdays but if you have followed my other books you will understand that I don't always update correctly.
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who…. Sadly.
The Doctor has just regenerated. He was younger now, with dark brown hair. It came into a spike at the front of his head. On the back it came into a point. The Doctor runs his hand through his hair.
"Spikey, hmm, I think I like it," He says. He was somewhat surprised that his voice sounded younger, but it was also smoother. His face was longer but slightly more narrow. Chin came into a point. His ears were slightly larger. He ran his tongue across his new teeth. They were straighter, and slightly larger. He looked down at his legs, they were long, and they accounted for more than half his height. His torso wasn't small, but pretty a normal size. All together he was about six feet and seven inches. He was too tall for his last regeneration's clothes so he went off to his closet for new clothes.
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He came back with a white shirt and a striped jacket. He had a pair of jeans and tennis shoes. He then had a necklace pendant he found hanging on his neck. It had a diamond from Gallifrey hanging on it. He tapped a few buttons and the monitor reflected images like a mirror.
"I'm not ginger!" He whines, tugging at his hair.
"Not a girl. The hair, its pointy, dark brown, good, good," He says going down the list of changes.
"Yes," The regenerated the Master said in evil excitement. He rubbed his hands together. He ran his hand through his shorter hair. It was different from the bun that his last regeneration owned. He didn't know if he like his last regeneration. The one problem was that he was trapped in Storm Cage. This was new, he had never been imprisoned before, well maybe once but it has been a while since then. He regenerated because his guards had shot him while he was measuring their tolerance level.
It had recently rained and it created a puddle on the floor. He looked into it; jet black hair, coal black eyes. They looked cold, and he liked it that way. His hair slightly laid on the top of his forehead, it came down into a short sideburn. He was slightly smaller than his last regeneration, that made his clothes huge on him, and awkward. His last regeneration wore a dress.
"Excuse me, but would you guys mind to get me a nicer outfit," He asks the guards that remained after the regeneration. His voice was light and bubbly, but contrastingly rough. The three guards talked quietly and then one left. After a few minutes he came back with a pair of skinny jeans, one white t-shirt, and tennis shoes. They turned their backs from the prisoner.
Grace Trinity was twenty-one years old, and she was working at a restaurant.
"Gracie!" Lynda called from the grill. She rushed over to her,
"Yes?"
"Take these to table five," She hands Grace three plates.
"Got it," She walks from the grill to table 5.
"Ok, who had the jr. burger bites with fries?" She says holding that meal.
"Me!" A five or six-year-old girl says. I lay the plate in front of her,
"There you go."
"Who ordered the chicken plater with cheese fries?"
"I did," Says an older woman. I lay the plate in front of her, then I give the last plate to an older man.
"There you guys go. Do you need anything else?" She asks with a smile.
"No, thank you," The woman said with a smile.
"Your welcome," I replied with a nod. A walk away from the table.
As you can see Grace's life was pretty normal, nothing extraordinary. At least until that night. That night a box would land in her front yard and it would cause hell.
THIS IS AN IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE!
So here is the first episode of the season. Now a few things are: There will be about 13 episodes in a seasons. One season is a one fanfic. Grace Trinity is not my creation, the rights to the OC Grace Trinity go to Destine Star!