The New Doctor

by Unkn0wnL1f3f0rm

Clara and the Eleventh Doctor are met face to face with the stranded 17th Doctor. As the 17th grows on Eleven and Clara, Clara must decide whether to stay with her beloved Eleven or get into new adventures with this New Doctor. The events of this occur before "The Name of The Doctor" (S7, E14). Rated T for some violence and sexual encounters. *Not good at summaries*

2. Chapter 2: Revelations on the TARDIS

The New Doctor

Chapter 2: Revelations On The TARDIS

"Okay, what just happened, Doctor?" Clara asked, following both Doctors back into the TARDIS.

"You just saved my life again. I haven't figured it out yet, but you've been with me at various points in my life; on a Dalek asylum planet, 1892 London, and now the Underground Forests of Venus," the Eleventh Doctor explained. "But the question is, Doctor, how are you alive? You're impossible, a bit like Clara, mind you."

"In the words of River: spoilers! I do wonder, however, why the TARDIS hasn't self-destructed or thrown me out yet, due to this paradox. See, I'm not supposed to be alive at this point in time, let alone here," the impossible Doctor responded. The Eleventh Doctor looked intently into the other Doctor's eyes, examining him.

"Wait, how would I have been in other parts of your life? There's only one of me right?" Clara asked looking at the new Doctor with her eyebrows knit.

"Oh Clara, my Impossible Girl, there's so much in store for you and I, well, the past version of me, but still me," the New Doctor said cupping Clara's face in his hands. Clara stepped back and out of his hands.

"Ah, you should feel a bit awkward. I'm a new person to you, unlike this chin over here," the New Doctor said walking over and patting the Eleventh Doctor's jaw. "But, I know so much about you, almost too much, Clara." The New Doctor walked over to the console, leaned on it, and looked back at the Eleventh Doctor.

"Now what? Do you know where we're supposed to go?" the Eleventh Doctor said.

"That I do Doctor, but I think the regeneration took its effect on me. So do me a favor and try and find my TARDI-," the New Doctor slipped off of the console, unconscious. The Doctor and Clara took him into one of the TARDIS' spare bedrooms and laid him down.

"He's kind of cute," Clara commented with a grin. The Doctor gave Clara his hurt puppy look.

"Don't say that while I- he's sleeping! It's creepy," The Doctor told Clara.

"Hey, you'll get your turn," Clara said gazing at the sleeping Doctor and smirking. The Eleventh Doctor walked back to the console room and sat down, contemplating the situation at hand.

Clara sat down, gazing at the sleeping Doctor's features. His brown hair had a fringe that stood up more than the Eleventh Doctor's. His nose was sloped and slightly pointed, not entirely like hers. Some features were similar to the actual Doctor's though; his height, his thin-ness, his warmth and heartbeat- wait what? Clara found herself cuddled up against the sleeping Doctor's chest. She got up and questioned herself. How much time had passed? Do I really fancy him? Oh god, what if he woke up?

Clara ran off to the console room to find the Doctor. She arrived out of breath and slightly panicky; the Doctor noticed this and stood up, putting his hands on her shoulders, comfortingly.

"What is it? What happened?" the Doctor asked, exploring her eyes for clues. Clara didn't want to tell him, for fear of him knowing this later in his life.

"Oh nothing, just wanted to get back here quick," Clara said, trying to play cool. The Doctor played along but wasn't convinced Clara was telling the truth.

-X-

The New Doctor woke with a start. His mind and body quickly filled with new energy and ideas. He jumped out of bed not noticing Clara in the corner of the room, sleeping in a chair. He danced over to the wardrobe parallel to the bed he was sleeping in and opened it, looking for all the clothes he could use for his new, 19th incarnation; He had become the 17th Doctor. He undressed and put on black dress pants and new, also black, shoes. He picked out a grey t-shirt, cyan waistcoat, silk, black tie, and a grey trench coat. He carried the torso applied clothes with him over towards the edge of his bed and discovered a wide-eyed Clara sitting in a chair in the corner.

"How much of that did you see?" the Doctor asked also wide eyed and still bare-chested.

"Um, well, I didn't see your bum, if that's what you mean. N-nothing below the waist, I promise," Clara tried to explain. The Doctor nodded awkwardly and put on the rest of his clothes. Clara got up and started back to the console room while the Doctor, fully clothed, followed her.

"Alright, Doctor. Where've you landed us?" Seventeen asked.

"Well, by now you should know that the TARDIS has kind of taken her own path," Eleven said.

"Which means?" Clara asked, looking interchangeably at both Doctors.

"Uh, 1837 North America, near Apache territory according to the TARDIS," Eleven said, looking at a screen with a grimace.

"Let's get going then," said the New Doctor, walking toward the TARDIS doors. Both Doctors got out before two Apache children leveled flint spears at their chests.