A/N: I do not own Doctor Who.
I get there half an hour early.
In my coat pocket are my sonic screwdriver and a syringe.
I never go anywhere without my screwdriver.
The syringe is full of a special serum my people developed.
It'll stop a regeneration before it activates. It will stop her from changing.
She will heal and then she will need to expel the energy.
I'll take it from her.
There's a fifty percent chance it'll make me regenerate.
Thirty percent it'll just kill me.
Which is a shame because I've grown to like this version of me. I'm funny.
That's what Amelia said. Funnies good.
I don't want to change. I don't want to die either.
I can't. I still have to get Melody home.
Worse case scenario I need to hold off the regeneration/ death until after mother and father are reunited with daughter.
I blow out a street light with the sonic. The better to hide.
I sit down in a door way. It smells. I don't mind.
I wait.
Thirty two minutes twenty nine seconds later my man shows up.
Four minutes and sixteen seconds after that the show gets started.
There's Melody!
She's thin. And dirty.
She looks sick and my hearts break for her.
The regeneration starts.
My man runs and so do I. To Melody's side.
I inject her. I can tell she's scared at first. The energy has begun to heal her. I take her hands and look into her eyes.
Her brownish gold eyes.
"It's going to be ok." I tell her. "I'm the Doctor."
She's done. Now all that's left is the extra energy.
It hurts as it travels from her hands to mine and into my body.
Regeneration is always tougher on children.
As the last of her energy passes into me she faints. I catch her.
My chest is on fire.
I lift her up and run back to the Tardis carrying her in my arms.
I set her down on the jump seat and place my coat over her. She's sleeping peacefully.
I flip a switch and we're off to Leadsworth U.K. Also known as home.