One month of high school and my stress levels are already going up. I just have to think that everything goes uphill from here. That's a movie reference people, guess which one it is! Anyways in my spare time I've managed to write a Doctor Who one shot fanfiction. Please note I'm in love with Doctor Who. It is currently my number one fandom. If you even whisper the word The Doctor don't be surprised if you fell tremors from me jumping up and down at the mere mention of his name. I haven't been in the fandom for very long but my dad has already called it an "unhealthy addiction". Unhealthy addiction? Hahahahha. No. An unhealthy addiction is getting your fix from crack or ecstasy. Doctor Who is merely passion. A devoted passion. Note the significant difference.
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Author: Ni (Me)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: G
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Author: Ni (Me)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: G
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Summary:
I slapped my mouth shut. This voice was too high pitched to be a man’s. Misery and gloom settled in my frantic mind. I regenerated into a woman. 12 great male regenerations and now this? My last body, the last version of myself to die and rot in this? I looked down at the still water to see my reflection. This was getting worse by the minute.
I'm the last Timelord to have ever lived. A race so ancient to end in a form so innocent. How will I ever cope?
Self-consciously my hands grabbed my hair, yanking it. It was long. My hands slipped down to my back. I hugged myself, that’s when I realised my chest. Oh no, this can’t be possibly be happening. Quick, short breaths along with wisps of pure energy, which originated from deep within my body escaped my mouth. I was still regenerating into my new form.
In agitation I screamed, “Nooo-!”
I slapped my mouth shut. This voice was too high pitched to be a man’s. Misery and gloom settled in my frantic mind. I regenerated into a woman. 12 great male regenerations and now this? My last body, the last version of myself to die and rot in this? I looked down at the still water to see my reflection. This was getting worse by the minute. I was stuck in a fourteen year old girl’s body? The last Timelord, the last of my race and people to forever fade away in the Universe through the body of a tumblring, fangirling teenage girl. Brilliant. Fantastic.
I swayed like a drunk walking on a line as I stomped to the TARDIS. Thankfully my navigation was working perfectly. I banged open the TARDIS door. I needed chocolate and tea. My girly, teenage senses were tingling desperately. I fought the desperation, grabbing fish fingers and custard instead, my 11th regeneration’s favourite snack. I was a man. Unfortunately my manliness was in the past. The sweet and salty treat came up my throat as a sea of sick. I hanged my tongue in the air to dry. Obviously my taste buds were still developing. The urge for chocolate and tea grew stronger in my stomach. I gave it a go.
My eyes widened, I was triumphant. Who knew chocolate and tea was a great snack combo? A jolt was sent through the ship. The TARDIS made a deep, husky sigh. It was going haywire again. I ran to the control room. I sprinted around the control panel, pulling random levers, pressing buttons I’ve never seen before. I let my mind take over. I had no idea where I was sending myself in time and space. I could get stuck in a vortex again or worse go on the wrong side of the Universe.
Riding the TARDIS made your insides churn after regenerating. You were thrown across the floor. You do the splits. I might look young but I have the bones of a thousand year old alien. I’m a senior citizen of the Universe, I deserve better treatment than this. I grunted. The TARDIS responded with a satisfying thud. She has landed. I don’t know where. Or why. She’s very helpful during these situations taking a mind of her own.
I hesitated opening the door. A stream of dim light came through as I cracked it open. Intrigued I walked into the room. No one was around. Shelves, brimming with books, brushed the ceiling along the four walls. I caressed the worn out volumes with my hands, feeling the pages between my fingers. The soft rustling of paper filled me with lust. The room wasn’t very big, only large enough to hold one mind travelling the world in pages. Most of the books were lined with age, the brilliant coloured covers fading. In a sea of ancient books sat a plush, velvet emerald chair. Something about the atmosphere of this place begged me to stay and read. It felt natural. She sent me to a dream.
I had no time. Footsteps creaked on the hardwood floor. I can’t be caught now. It won’t be easy explaining why a fourteen year old wearing a fifty year old’s man suit is standing in a wealthy person’s personal library. The sight of me is quite peculiar, explaining the latter would make sounding sane a task. I took the ruby book on top of the book tower that lay near the armchair with me to the TARDIS. I pulled the Wibbly lever to send myself suspended in space. I opened the TARDIS door to a spectacular view of Earth. A mosaic of green and blue in different hues against a canvas filled with a mixture of navy blues and tar black. These were accented by royal purples and pinks, signs of burning constellations and far away galaxies. I sat at the edge of the TARDIS pouring over the pages of the ruby book. I marvelled at the illustrations.
I travelled in space and times through the pages. Not as great as visiting galaxies but it was close. I didn’t need to bother with steering the stubborn old girl, the TARDIS. Alone reading in peace seemed perfect to me. I drew the characters in the books with great care. The characters I imagined sprang out and became real. My reality was changing as I kept reading.
I, the Doctor sat still reading. Highly unlikely in my first twelve regenerations. My brain was still cooking into this new person. It was filling with cravings for food, solitude and adventure. The last of the Timelords, the oldest and mightiest race of the Universe, ending in a young, innocent form.
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That's my one shot, boys and girls. Thanks for reading until the very end! Please comment. Any constructive criticism is welcomed. Any flames will be not be tolerated and therefore deleted.
Ni
