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Sometimes there are Miracles
The Doctor had a splitting head ache, but then that was to be expected if you had just had a very odd regeneration. Lilia had stepped back and was looking at him funny. When he heard himself talk, it sounded really familiar but he didn't know why. He quickly checked himself best he could without a mirror. His hair was very sticky-uppy, which he liked, and he had sideburns. Suddenly he realized why he felt so used to his new body all ready. It wasn't new.
It was all the same. The straight nose, the quirky eyebrows, the thin face, the mole between his shoulder blades, his body was exactly the same. He loved it. Secretly, this was his favorite body. He had, weirdly enough, degenerated.
But something else was wrong. He looked at his clothes, and while too big, he found almost nothing wrong with them. The shoes though, god, those shoes. He needed a pair of trainers. But the bowtie, the bowtie was still cool. He was sad to admit it, but he was pretty sure this body was not as fond of bowties. Or brown tweed jackets. Or suspenders. Yet he was still rocking this look. He racked his brain, wondering why on Gallifrey he still seemed so, so the same. He didn't figure it out, though, because right then he passed out.
The Doctor woke to Lilia and Clara standing over him. He opened his eyes and smiled. "Hello, my Impossible Girl," he said. Clara's reply was a really hard smack on the head. "Ow! Why do you two keep hitting me? You're worse than Donna!" he asked, obviously shocked. "See Mom, he even sounds the same!" Lil pointed out to her mother. The Doctor grinned. "Why do you look like that? I mean, I know you regenerated, but you look like you did earlier when we, uhhhhh, when Lilia was born," Clara asked. "Weeeeeeell, when you hit me with your regeneration energy – Hey, hey don't give me that look. It's not your fault! – I guess it tampered with my regeneration. It's not that bad though. I missed looking like this," the Doctor explained. Then he straightened his bowtie.
"What, what was that? You messed with your bowtie! And I'd have thought you'd be complaining about dressing like an old man by now. You didn't dress like this last time!" Lilia exclaimed, obviously a bit shaken up, although, it had been a big day. "Dressing like an old man?! What do you mean, dressing like an old man?" the Doctor asked, obviously offended. Clara snorted like something he'd said was funny. "I'm not joking. Don't dis the clothes. C'mon then, allons-y!" he yelled. "There is something wrong here," he heard Clara mutter.
He turned around and went to comfort her. "Hey there, it's still me. Just like you're still you, and Lil is still Lil. Weeeeeeeell, I might act a bit different, but something tells me that I'm going to be mostly the same," he said, and sure enough she calmed down. He rubbed her back, subconsciously twirling his finger in her long, dark hair. She really was beautiful.
In some dark corner of his mind he wanted to nothing more than swoop her in his arms and take her back to the bedroom to finish what they'd started. He suppressed the urge, and instead brushed a soft kiss on her forehead. "Ok then crew, were to now? How about Barcelona, eh? Never did get to go to Barcelona. Always planned to, but things got in the way. Let's go to Barcelona!" he said at full speed. Lilia looked at him in confusion.
"Do you always talk this fast?" she asked. He winked in a teasing manner. "Yup," he said, popping the "p". "Anyway, Barcelona, here we come!" he yelled. Then he said a word he loved, a single word he said to prove to Clara he was still her Doctor. "Geronimo."
Sorry for not posting and for making this so short! I'm trying to overcome writer's block for this story, and then I have my other story I'm working on, soooo this kinda got pushed to the back a little bit. I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry.