Okay, here's chappie one...on your own head be it...

Summary: Within hours of the original Eleventh Doctor's departure from their non-natal universe, his near twin finds that he must regain the title of The Doctor, in full...if he is to save Rose Tyler's mind. Soul Bonds were never meant to be torn to shreds and while her soul recognizes him as her mate, just as if he were the original, the bond itself was formed with a full Time Lord...this part human business isn't quite cutting the mustard and the destabilizing bond is turning Rose into a vegetable...slowly: While he watches. Fortunately, the Duplicate is anything but helpless.

Quintessentially Me

He had no choice if he were to have a mate with a mind instead of...he shut off that line of thinking. He had to, that was all. He bent his formidable strength of will to the first movements of forcing his TNA to overwrite the weaker, human DNA...before it's presence killed his Rose, as he put her to bed and put obstacles around her form to keep her on the bed. Bondmates didn't survive the death of the other person. Right now, the soul bond he had with Rose thought he was either dead or near death. The departure of his original body and the difference in his genetic structure had the Bond in the process of shutting Rose's body down.

Partly human was still mostly Time Lord, he mused grimly as he settled Rose's still form in the bedroom of the tiny cabin Pete had found for them in the Northwestern portion of America...it was isolated and had required a hovercraft to even reach. The area had the only native, clean soil on this version of Earth that he could safely grow the young TARDIS in, at a reasonable speed. He refused to think of how badly he needed an adult TARDIS' MedBay at the moment. Mostly Time Lord and more to the point, mostly a Time Lord still within the first 15 hours of regeneration, however unorthodox it had been, meant he had the ability to cheat. Granted, he only had about two hours left, but this wasn't going to take long: It never did.

As soon as he got her non-responsive form bundled on all sides by pillows, like some huge, strange looking infant, to keep her from rolling off, he settled on the grass outside the cabin and concentrated.

With regeneration energy still in him, he concentrated on letting his body know it had erred badly and mixed TNA with DNA from another, lesser being. This happened sometimes, which was why he'd warned Rose off and to one side the first time, when he had regenerated from Ten to his present form. His body, no matter which one it was, had a genetic failsafe built into it while still on the loom. Just at the moment, he was grateful for that precaution. This was why he always had so much extra energy, in the event of a genetic emergency, there was more than enough to run a corrective re-do on the regeneration, to remap every gene that had just been placed and heal it so that he would be fully Time Lord.

But it came at a cost. Rose might well die anyway, if he did this and it failed, but he also knew that if he did nothing her death was a surety. He braced for the glowfires and let the extra energy take him once more...this time, in a correctly sequenced regeneration event. If it succeeded, two things would be true...he would belong to this new universe as it's resident Time Lord in truth...it's First, at that...and he would no longer look like his twin.

On the plus side, if he succeeded, the bond itself would respond to his presence as a full Time Lord and heal Rose. There was a very good chance that if this worked, when he woke from it, she just might already be sitting next to him as the glowfires faded.

He panted heavily, as the glowfire died, that one had been rather painful...but it had worked. He kicked his bypasses on and off, just as a test and then checked the rest of himself. Once he was done checking his internal systems, he checked his senses...this deep forest smelled wonderful, actually, the Doctor thought as he let it's scents drift past his nose.

"Doctor?" She was two feet away and on her knees, trembling like she was freezing.

"Yes."

"Why...? You were fine."

"Come here, Rose Tyler. Come on, we need to talk and I need to explain a few things I should have long ago. Come on, yes, there." He told her as he drew her on to his lap and into his arms. He spoke about the bond that had formed between them, what it was, how it behaved and what it had done. He told her why it had responded to him the way it had and what he'd done to fix it. "You would've died simply because I wasn't Time Lord enough for it to recognize me. Bondmates do not survive the death of the other bondmate. Fixed things aren't always places...sometimes a Fixed thing can be a fact. This fact, or rather, bundle of facts is a FACT, a fixed thing. I didn't let him drop me here with you, just to let that happen in the first hour." The form that, in the other universe would eventually be the 12th Doctor was the First in this universe...and he was grounded until the infant TARDIS grew up.

"What my otherself never figured out...mostly because he never bothered to think about it, is that holding the Vortex and being Bad Wolf changed your DNA utterly. You are no more human than I am now...though you are no Time Lady or even Gallifreyan. However, you are physically compatible with us, as far as baby making goes...and our bond will ensure we both have many, many centuries together. In the other universe, I was nearly at the end of my lives. I had one or two more, if I was careful and that would have been it." He told her. "Here, though...I'm the first. First Body, first Time Lord 'born' here and so natural to this universe and there are no limits on my regenerations here because there are none so well established here that they became a fixed part of this universe as they did back there...millions of years ago. Gallifreyan years."

He took her face gently in his hands and kissed her soft mouth gently but thoroughly and when he raised his head she followed his mouth and took it back. He grinned against her lips and let her have another before he pulled away again.

"I will not do as the other Doctor did and leave you holding a shattered bond, a broken trust and a broken heart. I will not. I cannot do that to you, because I do love you Rose Tyler." He kissed her gently on her forehead, but then drew back a bit to fold her carefully against himself, her ear over his chest where he knew full well she'd both hear the truth of his heartsbeat and cherish the sound of that strong doubled beat. She did, too. She stilled in shock, sighed and then just sort of melted into him.

"No tweed or mismatching bowties. Bowties are cool...but only when they match your outfit." She told him in a warning tone. "I've seen this you. While I was looking for the other one this you was yesterday. And this one was wearing a broad bowtie when he should have used a string style bowtie."

"Okay...so you're saying that I garbled the signature outfit a bit?"

"Yeah. And Bad Wolf showed me this you wearing an entirely different one that looked much better...and all it lacked was the right type of bowtie. We'll get it for you. Long, dark maroon frock coat, like a marshal or someone from the American West, yeah? And a Stetson...she showed me you wearing one, once...just a moment or so and it looked good. Really good, actually. You had shoes on, though, instead of walking or hiking boots...I think hiking boots would have worked better."

"Okay, okay...it's alright. I'll let you help me put together my outfit."

"Yeah, cuz it's not enough to just be cool...I want every woman that sees you to be jealous that you're mine instead of her's." Rose told him bluntly. "Your signature outfit this time needs to be hot and it needs to rock."

He chuckled at her determination that he look good as well as cool...and as she put it, that he 'rock'. He saw nothing wrong with her suggestions, so far. She was the one who'd seen this form of him, after all.

"What did I look like without your input?"

"A really old fashioned kind of nerd, like, an 1870s version...not even remotely masculine, actually...more like everyone's favorite little brother. Didn't even make it to geek. You looked like Clark Kent minus the Superman bit...as a teenager."

"Ow." He winced. A traditional hayseed, then. "Yeah, let's not do that."

**TBC**

Ten: (backhands Eleven1 again) "I seriously can't believe you put her through that. You nearly killed her with that stupidity. No wonder our author thinks you're an idiot. And you know what? She's right."

Author: "Brainless Time Lord used to be an oxymoron...nice going Eleven1, seriously. Good job there. Idiot.