Clara closed the door of the Tardis slowly, her head looking down at the floor. Brown hues slightly glazed with fading tears. A look of confusion furrowed across her face once she saw the Doctor's clothes on the floor. All spread out in a line leading up to the center console. She stepped up closer to the console and saw a bowl, in it was some remains of fish fingers and custard. The Doctor's favorite. That's what he had told her long ago when they had first met.
Her attention was drawn away from the distant memory when she heard footsteps on the hard floor of the Tardis. Clara looked up, and a smile spread widely across her face. The Doctor stood up straighter with a small smile and gave her a wink.
"Doctor." She said excitedly moving over to him with a bounce in her step. Happy to seem him young again.
"Hello." He replied, his cheeky grin making it's way across his face.
"You're young again, you're okay." Clara played with her fingers nervously as he didn't make the same movements towards her. "You didn't even change your face."
"Ha." The Doctor said rubbing his hands together breaking their eye contact. "It's started, I can't stop it now. Clara, this is just the reset. Whole new regeneration cycle ooh!" Clara laughed as he finished the bowl of custard and continued to speak. "It's taking a bit longer. Just breaking it in."
The Doctor set the bowl down and began to walk around the console. Trying to keep a smile on his face, but his eyes letting her know of the immense pain he was going through in that moment. A regeneration was never easy. And what he was going through now, well. He'd rather be fighting a Dalek at the moment. He groaned a little and fell against the console, pushing up a lever and the Tardis began to move.
"It all just disappears, doesn't it? Everything you are gone in a moment, like breath on a mirror." He spoke, Clara listening intently. "Any moment now, he's a coming."
"Whose coming?" She questioned, walking slowly towards him. Her heart aching at his pain.
"The Doctor."
"You." She replied breathlessly. "You are the Doctor."
"Yep." His hands started to glow, and his words became harder to push out. "Yep, and I always will be." Slowly he lifted up his right hand as the energy began to glow a gold. Tears filled his eyes and he sounded so very sad for what he was leaving behind. "But times change, and so must I."
Clara tilted her head, in a motion to keep her from letting loose a strangled sob from her throat. The Doctor did something similar by pulling his had down and looking away. But in his eyes he saw her.
Amelia Pond.
The Girl Who Waited.
He laughs filled the room as the younger self ran through the top railing of the Tardis. Pictures, Memories, Love, Loss, Good, Bad. It all filled his mind as he watched his Amelia.
"Amelia." He said with a dazed look. Clara turned around to look but saw no one.
"Whose Amelia?"
"The first face this face saw..." He smiled and then turned back to look at Clara. "We all change. When you think about it, we're all different people all through our lives. And that's okay, that's good. You gotta keep moving. So long as you remember all the people you used to be." He gave her a smile. "I will not forget one line of this. Not one day. I swear. I will always remember when the Doctor was me."
A smile graced across his well worn face as he turned to see his Amelia, Amy. She returned with a smile, placed a hand of his face, and he on hers.
"Raggedy Man, Goodnight."
The tears began to fall now from both Clara and The Doctor. Amelia was no longer scene, and the Doctor began to take his bowtie off. Clara watched as the prized possession hit the ground slowly. He gave her a forced smile and that's when she broke. Tears came flooding from her eyes.
"No! No! No! No! No!" She called stepping towards him. Her hand reached out to his and he looked at her with adoring eyes. "Please don't change." She said, just above a whisper. But his head flew back and the room was filled with a bright white light. Clara was thrown back against the railings. She opened her eyes and saw the Doctor standing there. Looking confused. Hands searching up and down his body, eyes wide with terror.
"Doctor?" She managed above a whisper. The Doctor jumped at the other voice in the room and whipped out his sonic screwdriver. A look of panic flushing across his face as he pressed the button looking at her.
"Who the hell are you?!" He yelled. Clara flinched at each word and looked up at him with sad eyes.
"Doctor, it's me. It's Clara."
"I don't know you."
"Please, Doctor. You have too."
"I'm so sorry. But I don't know you. Where are we?"
"Doctor, we're on the Tardis."
"This isn't my Tardis..." He paused and looked around. "Did you redecorate?!"
"No, you did. A long while ago."
"What am I wearing?"
"What you always wear Doctor. Except." She paused and picked up the bowtie of the floor and stood up. "You're missing this. Bowties are cool, you know."
"Yes, Yes they are.." He said slightly confused. His eyes watching Clara closely as he took the tie from her, and put it around his neck.
"Doctor.." Clara said gripping on to the railings.
"Yes?"
"We're crashing."
"We are?"
"Yes!"
"It seems that we.. OH-" He paused a flung himself around the console pushing random buttons as horns and bells went off. "DO YOU KNOW HOW TO FLY THIS THING?"
"What?"
"I might not know how to fly this."
"You don't know how to fly you're own Tardis?"
"Yes."
"You're useless."
"Get used to it."
"Never can."
So... This is something. Yeah, it's a Doctor Who Fic. Doctor Who was my first real fandom. Yeah, I watched Buffy, and Roswell every week. And yeah I had seen Star Wars and Star Trek and loved them both. It was just something about Doctor Who. It's what started me writing fanfiction, roleplaying, and making videos. I have drafts from 2008, that I was just too scared to upload. But now, I feel as if I should do it justice. I feel like I should carry on my first love. And make this. It will continue. Oh, you betcha. So. Until then. Leave Reviews about what you liked. What you think I should do. Who your favorite Doctor and Companion are. If I should do other fics. Just communicate. -Fly.