So I wanted to write the twelfth doctor and how Clara would react to him. This is also quite sad, but I tried to avoid it being downright depressing. So yeah. Please review!
EDIT- so I've added some stuff and reviewed other stuff and yeah enjoy
His scream echoes into nothing as the golden light fades from the Doctor's hunched form. The pain that danced across his skin, rebuilding his atoms, is gone. He stands in a slight crater caused by the regeneration energy, and his normally immaculate clothes are tattered.
He raises his head, to see Clara standing a few feet away, staring with tears on her cheeks.
He attempts to take a step but the new leg is too short, he miscalculated, and stumbles.
"Clara." he whispers. He lurches forward again and enfolds her in his arms, and while she does not hug him back half as heartedly as she did with his previous incarnation, the Doctor still has to press her against him. To reassure himself. Clara is okay. Clara is here. Clara is not leaving him. His light is still shining in the darkness.
He kisses the top of her head as she buries her face in his neck.
"It's still me. It really is."
The Doctor steps away after a moment, but overshoots and does a little skip of his feet to avoid falling flat on his face.
"Alright." he mutters. "Okay. New body. Let's see what we got this time, eh?"
The Doctor leans against the console to drag a mirror down and inspect his face.
The chin is normal. A perfectly rounded, beautiful chin.
The ears stick out a bit, but the nose is relatively straight. Dark green grey eyes. Nice addition.
And then there's the hair.
"Ginger! I'm ginger!" he shouts, jumping out from the console and running his fingers through the long, tousled orange hair. "Eureka!"
The Doctor pauses for a moment, pondering. "Hm. I like that. Eureka. Eureka eureka eureka!"
He takes another look in the mirror. "Hm. Okay, maybe not totally ginger. Strawberry brown or whatever they call it, maybe? Oh well. I'm ginger!"
The Doctor jumps up and down, testing out the new legs. "Bit shorter than last time." he comments.
"And what on earth am I wearing? A bow tie and a purple jacket? Who am I, Willy Wonka?" the Doctor chuckles. That's funny. The laughing thing. He can't recall laughing like that before, not for a very long time.
He hears a quiet but strong voice. "You thought they were cool."
He turns to face Clara. Clara. His Clara. Impossible girl.
"I did, didn't I?" Of course. A new face. A new personality. She isn't seeing him as the same Doctor anymore. To her, she is a completely different person. Well, he is, isn't he? Expect for his memories. And he still...loves her. He thinks. Love. Strange word. Unfitting. Is it not strong enough? No. Maybe. Or perhaps it just doesn't fit Clara. His feelings to her... they were similar, yes. But there was more, as well. Much more than 'love'. His previous face didn't seem to want to admit this to himself. But this one, not as reserved with his own heart. Interesting change.
"Good thing the Willy Wonka look suits me, eh? Bow ties are here to stay! Though, regrettably, I must change this jacket. " the Doctor ducks under the TARDIS console to rummage in the compartments beneath.
"Nope, nope, no, God no, nope," he throws out several items of clothing: a tweed jacket, trench coat, leather jacket, fez and blue suit respectively. "Ah, yes! Eureka! I love that word! That's my favourite word!"
The Doctor holds up a long black coat with trailing tails and pulls it on before straightening his rather battered bow tie fondly.
"Can't lose those magnificent tails! Or I'd miss doing this!" he spins around the console towards Clara, the coat tails flying out behind him.
"So, Clara. Where do you want to go, eh?"
Clara gives him a dubious glare, still fierce through her tears. "Go? What, now?"
"Of course now! Need to test out the new form, and no better way than an adventure! I am still the Doctor, you know. Same memories. Same feelings. Same me. Just like all those other regenerations you saw."
Clara looks straight into his eyes.
"Prove it to me, Ear Boy."
You go Clara!
Hope you liked my version of Twelve. I wanted to make him ginger, because I'm silly like that. And I couldn't bear to lose the bow tie, because I'm sentimental like that.
And cos I probably would have criedfor hours if I had made him throw off the bow tie with a shout of "what the hell was I thinking?!"
Crap I'm tearing up.
I CAN'T GET OVER THIS GUYS I CAN'T I CAN'T I LOVE MATT SMITH I LOVE ELEVEN HE IS MY DOCTOR FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER HELP ME PLEASE I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE I CAN'T GO ON I MISS HIM ALREADY MY SILLY FUNNY SAD AMAZING SELF-LOATHING DOCTOR DON'T CRY I LOVE YOU FOREVER AND EVER.
seriously guys I don't know how in going to survive this Christmas.
Anyway. Please tell me what you thought in a review!