Hi, guys! Welcome to my new story! :D
Okay, I'm just gonna warn you... this Prologue kind of sucks. Why? Well! I haven't finished watching David's Tennant era of Doctor Who yet; in point of fact, his is the only era I've watched so far! Sooooo, I have absolutely no idea how the Eleventh Doctor or Amy act! :( Darn. Well, whatever. :P
This basically is what might happen if they had a reverse regeneration in the series, how that might play out, and what might happen next! ^.^;
Because of course, I'm making it, basically, into a story with either the Doctor's or my own POV, simply because I've always wondered what being in Doctor Who would be like! ^.^;
'Course, what would it be like if I had no knowl - wow, that's weird. My Mom and Grandma are watching an English dubbed German DVD, and, right as I typed 'what would it be like', the same words appeared on the screen! O.O; Weird - edge of the Doctor Who universe, the Doctor, or the series? ^.^; Well? Let's find out! :3
Right, well... If you'll excuse me, I'm heading off to write the next chapter. ^.^; And, you... :3 Hmm, you. WILL READ! YEAH! :D Enjoyyyyy!
(P.S.: I'm kind of hyper. Blame sugar! :3)
Prologue
"I'm regenerating…," the Doctor gasped out. "I… am… changing."
So soon? he was privately thinking; he'd only just regenerated about a year ago! Surely, I'd have more time….
He had no idea where Amy had gone. Where had she gone? Oh, right… to get some milk or something. He couldn't remember exactly what.
She had gone out to the grocery store, and he'd decided to have a little fun traveling through time, so he went back into the past to check out… he couldn't remember what. It seemed to have something to do with the president of America. Maybe the election? The Time Lord couldn't be quite sure, as he had suddenly encountered a Dalek on the way into the TARDIS. But he'd driven them away! Surely they couldn't be there.
But they were, and he'd been shot—by a Dalek death ray, no less—and had somehow figured that he'd regenerate just fine while time traveling.
Glowing golden light surrounded him as he regenerated. It seemed to go on forever and ever and then, abruptly… nothing. No, nothing at all; it just stopped.
The TARDIS stopped.
The regenerating stopped.
His resolve to stand stopped.
He collapsed on the floor, crumpling under his own weight. He glanced up and saw himself in the reflection of the console desks above.
What…? He dimly remembered this form. The image in the reflections was distorted and funny-looking, and the Doctor's vision blurred. He shook his head to clear it, then finally found the energy to get up again, and got up.
What he saw in the mirror of the TARDIS (A/N: Don't think there is a mirror, but perhaps one day they'll add one? Let's just pretend they did, 'kay?) shocked him.
"I've changed back into the Tenth Doctor?"