The Doctor took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she inhaled the incredible scent on the air, smiling at the gentle glow of the sun; it never ceased to amaze her that the universe was full of beings like the Master, the Daleks, and the Cybermen who either didn't care about the beauty of the cosmos, or they didn't simply care about any of it to admire and take a simple enjoyment out of it all.
She couldn't imagine anything better for when she regenerated again, but unlike her last regeneration, the Doctor was not going to throw a tantrum. And she had learnt from her mistakes, no more regenerating in the TARDIS and causing devastating damage.
She was going to regenerate on Earth, admiring the sunset.
"Oh, the blossomiest blossom," she said, feeling and hearing the buzz of regeneration setting in, "That's the only sad thing. I want to know what happens next."
Xxxxx
Deep inside her mind, in a place the Doctor had only recently just visited when she was trying to liberate her body from the Master's last sick plan, the personalities of the last Doctors conversed.
"Fascinating, we can go back," the Third Doctor said.
"At least we now know how I could go back, and be the Curator," the Fourth Doctor said.
"A second chance, hundreds of years later," the Second Doctor smiled at his contemporaries. "It would be nice, wouldn't it?"
The Sixth Doctor glanced at him, "More chances for you to play that stupid recorder, but we take your point," he went on, ignoring the indignant glare he was getting back, "it would be good to regenerate and experience a whole new universe once again."
"Especially now," the Ninth Doctor added.
"I want to go back," the Fifth Doctor chimed.
"Yes, I would like to get another chance."
"And me."
"Me too."
"Me three."
"I wanna go again!"
Xxxxxx
The regeneration was almost here, and she took deep breaths, grimaces fighting against her usually cheerful demeanour as she felt the burning sensations running through her body.
"Right, then. Doctor Whoever-I'm-about-to-be. Tag, you're it."
The Doctor - the Thirteenth Doctor - threw out her arms, regeneration energy pouring out of her arms as her body transformed. The last thing she felt was the first thing he felt, and he gained a few more inches in height
Finally the fires of rebirth died down, leaving behind an older man with thinning white-fair hair.
The new Doctor patted himself down, seeing that he was wearing a cricket jumper and a long fawn coat and striped trousers.
"I know this jumper," he said, patting himself on the cheeks; the bone structure was slightly different due to physical age, but it was familiar. "How…how is this possible? Aha, must be a side effect of seeing my other selves."
The Doctor turned around and unlocked the TARDIS doors - he instantly disliked every single aspect of this console room. Maybe he should go back to what it was during his last tenure, but he dismissed it. Once he found a mirror, he gaped - even though he had already known and guessed he'd regenerated into a body resembling an older form of his fifth incarnation, it was another thing to see it for real.
What was he going to do? He had never once imagined this happening to him, even when he had seen the Curator. He didn't know how to live in a new body that was an older version of a previous incarnation, but he was even better at taking on the approach of just winging it.
"Absolutely splendid!" The Doctor smiled.