I realise I have too many fics on the go, but this one will not leave me alone; it has it's claws in me.

Prompted by a Tumblr conversation about how awesome it would be if Jaime Murray became the next Doctor.

Opening her eyes, after shielding them from the blinding light, Clara looked to the form lying on the ground, "Doctor?"
Shifting with a groan, the Doctor groaned, "God that was a rough one."
Clara's eyes nearly popped out of her skull when she found herself face to face with an incredibly attractive, ebony haired woman. Looking around, the woman asked, "What's wrong?" She paused, "Wait... what's wrong? Have I got four eyes? Two noses?!" Panicking, the Doctor's hands desperately searched her face. Jumping to the Tardis console, she grabbed the mirror, "Bloody hell!" Standing up, her eyes were wide with shock, "Clara! I'm a woman!"
Her companion nodded, equally shocked, "Yeah, I know!"
Going back to the mirror, she muttered, "A woman, and still not ginger. I like this though." Pawing her own hair, she grinned, "It's so soft! Aces!" Bounding over, she grabbed Clara's hand, "See! Feel it!"
"Doctor, I'm not going to... Jesus! You're right!"
"I know!" When her voice reached a high girlish squeak of excitement, the Doctor jumped back with her hands covering her mouth, "Oh! New voice! Strange voice, not very deep…" She paused, "Oooh, though I do like it." Grinning, she winked at Clara, "It's just a little like crushed silk, and oh so foxy... No, not foxy, sexy... No I can't be sexy." She stroked the Tardis Console, "You're sexy I can't be." Frowning, she began muttering to herself, "So who can I be?"
Clara shook her head, and offered, "The Doctor?"
Spinning, she gave a light laugh, "Yes! I shall be the Doctor!" Pausing, she ran a hand through her hair in thought, "I'm going to need a new name. I can't very well going around calling myself John Smith can I?... I know!" Darting off, Clara was left standing at the console. Looking up she sighed, "He... she's still as mad as ever; I suppose that hasn't changed."
The Tardis seemed to hum in agreement as the Doctor reappeared with a handful of books, "Jules Verne? Nope!" She muttered the name of each author followed by a swift, "Nope!" And tossed the book carefully into a surprisingly neat pile on the Tardis console.
Weighing a copy of the Time Machine in her hands, the Doctor paused.
It was at that moment, Clara's phone went off. With a grin, she held it up, "It's my friend Helena, I'll be right back."
" Hmm." Brushing her fingers over the leather tome, she muttered thoughtfully, "Helena."

Hopping around the console, flicking switches here there and everywhere, the Doctor asked, "So then! Where to? Forward, backwards, sideways?"
Leaning on the console, Clara asked, "So, what does this mean now? You're a woman?"
Turning, the Doctor nodded nonchalantly, "Oh yes darling, all woman."
"But you were a man."
With a sigh, the Doctor flipped a switch bringing the Tardis to a shuddering halt, "With each regeneration comes something different. We are like different people, but on the same token; we are the same people. We share the same memories, same experiences. But we each have our own personalities and quirks; but there are basic elements that remain" Taking a step towards the young woman, she touched her arm comfortingly, "I'm still the Doctor." Tilting her head, she asked, "Clara? Are you alright?"
"Yeah, it's just going to take some getting used to; that's all."
"Okay. Just let me know if you want me to take you home or..."
"No!" The young woman yelled suddenly, "No! I don't want to go home; I couldn't care less if you were a twelve armed rhino woman with a tail; I'd still want to travel with you. This... it's become my life. You can't kick me off now just because you've turned into a goddess over night."
Grinning, the Doctor saluted her, "Aye Aye." Turning to the console, she grabbed the switch, "Righty ho then!" Slamming it down, as per usual; the Tardis decided to go beserk.

Losing her grip on the console, the Doctor fell back against the railings with a wince as the Tardis landed roughly. Pulling herself up, she frowned, "What was that about?" Stroking the console, she asked, "Hey, what's wrong?"
The doors opened of their own fruition, looking to the exit, she nodded, "Okay. I'm going."
Untangling herself from the mass of wires she had fallen into, Clara made to follow; but as soon as the Doctor went through the doors slammed shut.
With an indignant huff, she banged on the door, "Really?! I thought we had sorted this!"

Cautiously the Doctor padded through what appeared to be a hospital. Her steps were measured and her eyes scanned for any danger.
A nurse spotted her, "You came." The young woman, eyes bright, but weighted with the sorrow of one who aids the dying. "She said you would but... All of them say that." A genuinely relieved smile spread over the nurse's features, "She's through here; I'm afraid she doesn't have long."
Taking the Nurse's hand, she allowed herself to be lead through the hospital into a private room.
In the bed lay a woman no older than her early sixties. Long curly brown hair was streaked with grey, her features though worn with age, indicated she was and still was an incredibly beautiful woman. The Nurse urged the Doctor in, her voice lowered to a solemn whisper, "I think she's been waiting for you. Once the cancer spread, there wasn't anything we could do for her."
"I..." She took a deep breath, the air had suddenly filled with the smell of apples, "I smell apples."
"Helena?" The woman in the bed stirred, her voice raw and weak, "Helena? Is it you?"
Taking a step back, the Doctor didn't know what to do. The Nurse, seeing her panic whispered in her ear, "Just let her know you're here."
Uncomfortable, the Time Lord made her way to the bedside and took the woman's hand, careful to avoid the IV, "I'm here."
With barely the strength to tighten her grip, the woman tried to squeeze her hand, "I knew you'd come. That somehow you'd find me." Her voice was fading, and the Doctor had to lean in to hear it, "You would be so proud of Ruby. She's a member of the secret service now; and she remembers everything you taught her." Pausing, the woman indicated she wanted the Doctor to come closer, "I know you aren't my Helena; but you will be. Just know that I never stopped loving you Helena Wells." Pressing her lips to the Doctor's cheek, she released one final whisper, "I smell apples."
She didn't know why, or how, but her eyes were filled with tears. Standing, she inclined her head towards the nurse. Outside the private room, she covered her mouth with her hand as an unexplainable cry of anguish wanted to break free; swallowing it, she stared wide eyed at the ceiling. Who was this woman; and why were both her hearts breaking like glass?

Worth Continuing?