FallingStar95 gave me a 24 hour deadline, and I chose to meet it ;) Here is chapter 12!

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Dropping the Doctor's still lifeless arm, Rory motioned for Owen to come back. "Keep giving him CPR, now." Owen did so, but there still wasn't any result. He wasn't breathing. The glowing blood reached the Doctor's chest, more specifically his hearts. Owen pressed on both of his hearts once more, and with a light gasp, the man came back.

Amy squealed and threw her arms around the Doctor's chest. Owen fell back onto the grass with a sigh. Jack stood up, smiling and laughing nervously. Rory smiled and patted the Doctor's shoulder. "Welcome back." Rory told him.

Amy found herself sobbing yet again into her Doctor. It was better this time, they were happy, relieved tears, and she was comforted by the sound of his heartbeats, rather then silence.

"You-You did it-" He sat up, coughing hard.

"Careful, Doctor. You've got a lond road to recovery ahead of you." Owen warned. The Doctor shook his head.

"No, it's too late for that. Jack, you know what comes next. Get as far away as possible. You might even make it to the TARDIS, just run!"

"But I just met this version of you! Please don't regenerate!" Amy grabbed Jack by the shoulder.

"Is he gonna do that thing, where he changes?" Jack nodded, pulling them back away from him.

"Amy, I'm sorry. I will never be able to tell you how sorry I am. Don't forget me, Ponds! This me, right here, standing in front of you. It'll be hard, no doubt about it, but I will still be the Doctor." His hands glowed bright gold.

"That's how you looked when I met you! Raggedy man, please!" She screamed. Jack had to hold her back from running to him as she pleaded. The Doctor pulled himself to his feet, the cure working just enough for his stiff legs to work, as Jack pulled everyone away as quickly as possible.

He stood still, in the middle of the Fields of Trenzalore, and smiled. "Amy, you know my name now. All of you do. It's a secret that will live with you for the rest of your lives. You are all now guardians of a dark and powerful secret. Never again must that word be spoken, you hear? This is Eleven's last goodbye. Thank you all, you saved me. You exceeded even my expectations. I don't know how I could have underestimated you. Thank you so much. So long, Ponds, Jack, Owen. See you in moment."

The Doctor erupted into golden light, and his four friends had to turn their eyes away for a moment at the magnitude of the brightness. The Fields were set ablaze around him, and they had to keep running. It was no use, the fire was everywhere.

"DOCTOR!" Amy screamed. The oxygen was running low, and they dropped to their knees. Never before had the Doctor ever regenerated like this. He let out a blood-curdling scream as the familiar pain of regeneration overwhelmed him.

Amy choked on the black smoke that was burning her throat and eyes. Rory was holding her close as Jack held her hand and Owen watched in complete awe at the Doctor's beginning transformation. Amy was the first to fall unconscious at lack of oxygen, then Rory and Owen. Jack, once he was sure that they would not be consumed by flames, stood, and began moving closer to the Doctor. All at once, it stopped. The Doctor crumpled to the ground as the flames died down.

Jack staggered to the fallen figure. "Doctor!" He called out, waving a hand in front of his face so he could breathe. What was once the beautiful Fields of Trenzalore was now a charred piece of ground. "Doctor!" Jack couldn't breathe. About thirty seconds later, he too succumbed to the effects of the suffocation.

"Jack!" A new silhoette was running towards him, and kneeled next to him. He picked him up and slung him over his new shoulder, walking towards the three people on the ground. The smoke had started to clear, leaving enough oxygen for Owen to wake up. He coughed some of the ash in his throat, then stood.

"Could you give me a hand, Owen?" The Doctor cleared his throat. "Sorry, new voice." Owen's mouth dropped open. "Oh, yes yes. Hello, I believe we haven't exactly met. I am the Doctor, the twelth version. It's still me, Owen, just different. I'll get Rory, can you carry Amy back?"

Owen nodded and scooped up the red-head. The new Doctor slung Rory over his shoulder. It didn't take long to get to the TARDIS, and Owen was so stunned he didn't know what to say. They took the unconscious companions to the med-bay, where they each were layed in a bunk bed. The Doctor took that chance to look over to Owen and ask him a question.

"Owen, this is a very important question." He took Owen by the shoulders and looked at him with deep seriousness. "By any chance, am I ginger?" Owen was startled by the question, but answered reluctantly.

"Umm... no. You're blonde, sir." He groaned in disappointment.

"Gosh Darn Flabbit! I wanted to be ginger! How many more times do I have to regenerate to be ginger?!" He held up his hands, waving them around to prove his point. It was then that the Doctor fell, and found himself on his hands and knees. "Listen Owen! This is perfectly normal for this! I'm going to be in a healing coma for a while, just let me sleep. Take care of Amy, Rory, and Jack and tell them this. It won't be long, I promi-" He fell to the floor.

Owen pulled him up onto the main med-bay table, much like the autopsy table in his workstation. With that, he pulled up a chair, took a book out of his medical bag, and waited for his friends to wake up.

Only one more chapter after this!