Whoo! 100 words. I took out some good stuff to make it a drabble. *pouts*
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He breathes his first breath and it's bright, fresh, golden and his lungs choke as he stares at the falling energy dancing around him. Fire is around him, burning his skin and his precious Tardis, sending reminders of the time he last burned something so important.
Pain shoots through him and he gasps, almost falling down. Golden mist wisps into the air and he grins. Thousands of years old and he still breathes, loading with knowledge and still walks and through it all... he is still The Doctor.
His hearts beat once, then twice, and thrice...
..and they burn.