So here's where I start apologising. I haven't updated in such a long time and I'm sorry and if you're still with me after my extremely long hiatus then I would like to offer you some virtual cookies as a thank you. I had a week off from school, and when that happens, I actually don't move for an entire week. I also had a week where 2 pieces of coursework were due and I had an exam and a mock exam and so I was flipping out for a while. So that's why I'm late.
Oh, I wrote an faq yey! doctorblaine. tumblr. com/ post/ 11653259627/ Just delete the spaces. And if you have a tumblr and read this then come and tell me and I will love you forever.
Later on, the Doctor central scene is a FLASHBACK. I tried writing it as the Doctor telling a story, but it wasn't right, so I went with a flashback.
Also, I know I said this chapter would be focused on the Doctor, but Kurt wouldn't shut up. These boys write this fic themselves.
Yeah, I talk to much... I'll let you read now. Please review. They motivate me so so much and reviews = quick updates.
As they sat in the doorway of the TARDIS the surreality of being there hit him. He started laughing to himself quietly.
The Doctor turned his head and gave him a quizzical look.
"What's funny?" He asked.
"It's just that this shouldn't be happening. I mean, I'm sat in the middle of another galaxy, over 1000 years in the future and I just sent an angry alien back to its family."
"Yeah, it's very different from everyday life, isn't it?"
"You can say that again."
The Doctor smiled and then hesitantly asked Kurt something that had been bugging him for a while.
"Kurt, back on Felspoon, when the Isolus was trying to use your memories, why were you so scared?"
Kurt bit his lip nervously.
"It's alright, you can tell me. I might be able to help." The Doctor said, nudging him reassuringly.
"I've never told anyone this before."
"It's okay, you can trust me."
"I know."
"Start from the beginning." The Doctor suggested.
"Well, before I went to Dalton, I went to a public school called McKinley High. It was in the middle of Lima, Ohio and so obviously, the place was crawling with ignorant homophobes.
"I was the only out gay person at the school and so all the homophobes targeted me and made my life a living hell. Slushie facials and locker shoves were common."
"I'm sorry, Kurt. I know what living in fear feels like. It can't have been easy for you; especially having to face it alone."
"That's not even the worst part."
"What else was there?" The Doctor asked softly.
"There was this Neanderthal called Karofsky who was on the football team. He decided he had more of a problem with me than everyone else. Shoves from him happened almost daily and no one did anything about it. One day I just snapped. I couldn't take it anymore, so I followed him and confronted him."
Kurt started shaking slightly as the memories came back to him. The Doctor put his hand on his knee reassuringly.
"I told him that he couldn't change the fact I was gay and that he was just scared and couldn't handle how ordinary he was. I expected him to punch me. I was prepared to get beaten up if I'm honest. I wasn't prepared for what actually happened."
Tears were flowing down his face now. The Doctor put his arm around him and held by his elbow with his free arm.
"He kissed me." Kurt sobbed.
The Doctor pulled him into a hug and rubbed his back comfortingly until he started to compose himself.
"I'm so sorry, Kurt. But don't forget, you're with me now. And I promise I won't let you get hurt like that again."
"Thank you, Doctor." Kurt said, sniffing slightly. "It's nice not to have to be alone."
"Tell me about it." The Doctor said with a small smile.
"Is it my turn to ask a question now?" Kurt said, smiling slightly.
"Well, you just asked a question, but, I'm assuming you have another one that you wanted to ask. In which case, yes, you may ask a question." The Doctor said, flashing a cheeky grin at Kurt.
"What did you mean before when you said it wouldn't have mattered too much if I would have shot you?"
"If the Isolus would have shot me." The Doctor corrected. "And it's kind of complicated."
"I'm sure I can keep up." Kurt said.
"Because I'm not human, I don't die like a human either." The Doctor began, slightly unsure of his explanation. "When I get injured to the point where my body wouldn't be able to keep me alive, I go through a process that heals me."
"What process?" Kurt asked curiously.
"It's called regeneration. Basically, what happens is the whole of my old body dies and I changes into a completely different one. It's a bit like someone has put my brain into another person's body."
"And this will happen every time you are close to death for the rest of time?"
"Well, I can choose not to regenerate." He said quietly. "And if something happens quickly, then I might not get chance to complete the process."
"So how many times have you regenerated before?"
"I'm on my twelfth regeneration at the moment."
"How long have you been in this body?" Kurt asked.
"Not too long actually. Around a fortnight?"
"So how did it happen?"
"You're asking me how I died." The Doctor asked, sounding amused.
"Yeah, I guess I am. I can't help but being curious. I mean, it's not everyday you meet someone who has died before."
"Okay, well I was trying to get away from a war between two of the most battle desperate races ever. The Sontarans and the Rutan Host."
The Doctor ran through the empty town as the last wave of Sontarans defended to fight the Rutan Host. A fight had broken out as soon as the negotiations with the two races that he had organised had failed. He had done everything in his power to stop the war, and it still wasn't enough. The two species were just too determined to fight.
Now the war had been raging for per a week. The races only had small armies for this war, which was lucky, because the life loss would have been much greater otherwise. As it was, a fair amount of the two armies had destroyed each other. And those who remained were fighting to the death.
There was no point to it. They were fighting for a baron planet which had been abandoned over 600 years ago. It was just bloodshed for the sake of glory. But that's how the two races had always been.
The Doctor had remained on the planet to try and prevent some deaths. He would never just give up in a situation like this. He would always try to help, even though in this case, it had been useless.
He ha attempted to disable their weapons, but both had deadlock seals on them. He had tried knocking out their communications, but that had failed as well. Now the soldiers were taking orders before they went into battle and following the same orders until they were either victorious, or dead.
Thinking of all the life loss that he had failed to prevent made the Doctor stop running. He ha been running away from the battlefield where the fighting was about to start, but he realised that that was exactly where he needed to be. He turned quickly and headed for the TARDIS quickly.
He arrived at the door just as the fighting began. He could hear it in the background. He pulled open the door and ran to the console, grabbing his fez on the way.
"Hello sexy!" He announced as he reached the centre console. "Now, we have a highly dangerous war to stop and doing so involves high levels of risk, which can only be entered into while wearing a fez. Fez's are cool."
The TARDIS seemed to hum in agreement and the Doctor smiled widely.
He pulled a lever and the TARDIS rattled into life. After several seconds of shaking and bumping around, it came to an abrupt stop as the Doctor flicked one final button.
"Okay. I've got a war to try stop. Wish me luck." He said to the empty console room.
He looked around and realised he was alone and his face took on a sad expression. He patted the console once, before walking to the doors.
He looked back to the empty room once before opening the doors and striding out to the battlefield.
The fighting had stopped a line of troops from each army stood facing each other.
"Doctor? Why have you come here?" The Sontaran commander in the centre of their defence line asked. "Your negotiations have failed. The only option we have left is to fight. We fight for the honour and the glory, Doctor. You won't prevent this war."
The Sontarans roared in agreement. They pulled their weapons up and aimed at the Rutan Host.
The Doctor raised his eyebrows and turned his back to them, facing the line of Rutan Host.
"And you? Are you prepared to put an end to this violence?" he questioned the commander in the middle.
"We have been fighting with these hostile creatures for over 600 years. There is no way that you can stop this war, Doctor."
"This is not your battlefield though. Fighting here is futile. It's a baron planet, you will gain nothing."
"We did not start this battle, our squad simply stopped here to carry out repairs to our ship. It is the Sontarans who descended and made this a battle."
The Doctor sighed and spun round to face the Sontarans. "You are idiots! They had stopped to repair their ship! They weren't making some kind of battle plea or whatever. They were just carrying out repairs! And you still felt the need to come storming in with your big spaceship to try and kill everyone. Now, most of your own army is dead and you still have gained nothing!"
"You have made a mistake by insulting me Doctor. Consider me your enemy. Now step aside and let battle commence."
"I'm not going anywhere." The Doctor said boldly.
"Then you will perish along with our enemies. Sontarans! Charge!"
With that, the Sontarans surged forwards toward the Doctor and the Rutan Host opposite. The Doctor ducked down and ran through the front line of the attacking Sontarans. When he was behind them, he straightened up and pulled a paintball gun from inside his pocket.
He fired paintballs at each of the Sontarans feeding tubes and watched as their defence line fell to the ground unconscious. He walked back over to the Rutan Host who had started to charge, but had stopped as soon as their enemy had fallen.
"I've knocked them unconscious for a while. Now if you really meant what you said about not wanting a war here, then you will leave before they regain consciousness."
"We will leave immediately Doctor. Thank you for your assistance in our victory."
"It wasn't a victory." He muttered exasperatedly under his breath. "Ugh fine, victory. Sure, it was no problem." He added at a volume that the Rutan Host could hear.
The aliens began to march away and the Doctor walked back to the TARDIS. When he was almost by the doors, he heard a click and thunk by his feet.
He looked down and saw a grenade with the pin pulled.
"Always keep an eye on your enemy Doctor."
The Doctor looked up to see that the Sontaran commander had regained consciousness and had a grenade pin in his hand.
The Doctor bolted away from the grenade and threw himself down on the ground.
A bang followed and shrapnel flew through the air. A chunk of metal lodged itself in the Doctor's back and he cried out in pain.
He lay there in agony trying to suppress cries of pain as the Sontarans came and stood over him.
"He's as good as dead. We should return to the ship to prepare to pursue our enemy." The commander said, before marching off with his squad following behind him.
The Doctor groaned loudly before reaching a hand around and grabbing the shrapnel. He tugged it sharply and pulled it from his back.
"Gaahh!" He gasped out in pain.
He looked down at the shrapnel in his hands and saw a golden glow begin to creep over them.
"Ugh, I need to get back to the TARDIS." He said to himself.
He pushed himself off the ground and onto his knees, before clutching his side and pushing onto his feet.
As soon as he was upright, he doubled over in pain again, with a hand over the hole the shrapnel ha left in his back.
It passed after a moment and he straightened out and staggered forwards a couple of steps before having to stop.
He was panting for breath. Every step was a huge effort for him, but he kept on staggering forwards. Eventually, he reached the TARDIS door and gripped it for a couple of seconds to keep himself upright, before opening the door, stepping inside and then slumping back on the closed door.
His whole body was glowing with a golden sparkle now and he stepped forwards a couple of steps before his head was thrown back and arms flung wide to the side while gold beams shot from them.
His features slowly changed into something new. He lost a couple of inches from his height. He became more defined and muscular. His jaw more angular, his nose wider, his eyes bigger. His hair changed from being short, brown and styled to being thick, black and curly.
After all his physical features had changed, the regeneration process stopped. The Doctor relaxed and stood normally before looking down at his new body.
He wiggled his toes and discovered his shoes were a lot looser than before. His trousers were way too long and now dragged on the floor.
"I'm little!" The Doctor exclaimed, letting out a laugh. "I've never been this small before!"
"Ooh. New voice. I sound American."
"Awe-someee!" He stated, exaggerating his accent, before laughing again. He put a hand to his face to try stifle his laughter, when his hand came into contact with the mound of hair on his head.
"No!" He gasped as he ran his hands through the curls on top if his head.
"How can I have this much hair? It's like a sheep grew out of my head!"
He pulled at a few of the curls that came across his forehead, so that he could look at them. When he released it and it sprang back into place, his nose scrunched up in annoyance.
"Ugh. Too much hair! How am I-?"
He cut off suddenly and doubled over, coughing out a stream of gold regeneration energy.
"Tea! I need tea!" he coughed out before collapsing onto the console.
He lay there for a few seconds breathing erratically. He braced himself and launched the TARDIS into flight.
"I don't care where we go, I just want tea." He gasped out to the machine.
It shuddered around, struggling to fly without its pilot.
After a few second it came to a halt and the Doctor staggered to the door. He almost fell out before catching himself and straightening out.
He looked around at where he was. There was a small coffee shop in front of him which read 'Lima Bean'.
He glared at the blue box before mumbling under his breath.
"Just because I sound American, doesn't mean you have to bring me to America."
He coughed out another stream of gold which made him straighten up and head inside.
He approached the counter and the cashier shot him a funny look. He looked down at himself and realised his clothes were still too big and he had a hole in his coat. Luckily the blood was on his undershirt, so he didn't look like he'd murdered someone.
"What can I get you?" she asked, still eyeing up his clothes.
"A tea. A big tea. A big tea to take out."
"Venti Tazo latte?" She questioned.
"Um, yes?"
"Coming right up."
While he was waiting for his order he surveyed the coffee shop. It was nothing out of the ordinary.
There were clusters of people spread out, a couple of business people, a few elderly people and one young person.
He immediately attracted the attention of the Doctor. He was facing away from everyone, talking quietly into his phone.
"I'm sorry I haven't been to visit in a while. I've just been trying to settle in Dalton... Don't worry, the holidays are soon. I'll come and stay with you then.
"I'm having coffee at the moment; I have a free period... Oh okay. Say hi to everyone for me. Bye."
He hung up the phone and dropped it onto the table before sighing and dropping his head into his hands.
The Doctor was snapped out of watching him when the cashier spoke.
"Sir. Your tea is here."
"Ah yes. Thanks."
He hurried out with the tea and back into the TARDIS. A stream of gold escaped him just as he got through the door. Once it had passed, he staggered through the console room and to the bedroom he used.
He drank the tea quickly and his face screwed up in disgust.
"Ew, milk. Okay, note to self, milk is not -"
He collapsed onto the bed asleep before he had chance to finish his sentence.
"Wow." Kurt said in shock. "So wait, you knew who I was when you met me in Dalton?"
"Not really. But something about you caught my eye. And I couldn't just leave you to the mercy of the angels."
"Well thanks, I guess." Kurt smiled at him, blushing slightly.
"It's not a problem." The Doctor said softly.
"So, what? Tea helps you regenerate?"
"Yep. Helps rejuvenation."
"And once you woke up you were fine?" Kurt asked.
"Well, I had to find new clothes. And, I also had to take a trip to the future to find a hair gel strong enough to control the curls. But other than that, yeah, I was fine.
Kurt glanced at his slicked down hair and burst out laughing. Soon, he was clutching his sides and clinging to the Doctor, trying to control the laughter.
The Doctor couldn't help but join in laughing. It was infectious.
They sat together in the middle of space, just laughing and enjoying each others company.
They were exactly what the other person needed and somehow, the universe had helped them find each other. In that moment, there was just the Doctor, Kurt, laughter and the stars.
Neither man could be happier. It was perfect.