this is my first doctor who fic so feel free to give helpful advice and criticism and all that. I'm not sure yet whether this will be a one shot or a multi-chapter but if you like it, I might continue it.
"Doctor," Clara stared at his hands, "What's that light?" She moved her eyes up to make contact with his. He looked scared, she had no idea why. He didn't reply to her, he just stared. The gold light was flowing out of him gently, wandering around his contorted body. Clara took a step closer to him, her boot making contact with the metal floor of the Tardis, a place that she had started to think of as home, as a safe place. That mentality had been destroyed that day. "Doctor, please," She was almost shouting, he looked so helpless; she had become used to him being the one that always was strong that always knew what to do, "What's happening to you? What's that light?"
"Clara," He grabbed onto the edge of the console, his clammy palm attempting to grip onto the cold metal. "Timelords," he pulled himself up and leant against the solid structure, "when we get hurt, badly hurt, we change. We," Clara cut him off,
"What do you mean change?" He could hear the cracking of her voice as her emotions blazed inside of her small figure.
"My face, my body. I look different." His foot slipped on the wet floor. The Doctor looked at Clara, "You're hurt," she brushed her hand against the deep gash on her cheek and felt the warmth of her own blood.
"I'm fine." She said sharply, "Doct–"
"You have to go." He took a sharp intake of breath as the gold light seemed to move more violently around his shaking form, "It's not safe here. I'm regenerating." Clara took a few steps back, stumbling over the broken sonic screw driver lying useless on the ground.
"I'm fine where I am. I am not leaving you." She couldn't tell whether the heat she felt on her face was from the blood slowing dripping out of the cut of from the tears rushing from her eyes.
"Clara, I don't want you to get hurt." He staggered backwards, lowering his hands to his sides, palms facing forwards.
"You can't protect me forever." She stared at the figure who had given her so much hope, so many memories. He looked her straight in the eyes, hiding the pain he could feel. He smiled his childish grin once again, his floppy hair had fallen over his left eye,
"I can try. You're the impossible girl, Clara. You will always be under my protection." He didn't have a chance to straighten his wonky bow tie before his head snapped back and the light streamed from his open mouth. Clara stood there, watching as The Doctor, her Doctor, became a stranger.
