The Start Of A New Beginning

The Start Of A New Beginning


All five of them quickly bolted up the stairs and into the main heart of the hub. Rose and Jack ran towards the TARDIS as they saw Donna come staggering out. She was barely managing to hold The Doctor up. There was a nasty looking gash on her left temple.

The Doctor was hanging limply off her arms; his shirt was soaked through with his own blood. Jack and Mickey quickly took hold of The Doctor, one on either side of him holding him up.

As Jack and Mickey practically carried an only half-conscious Doctor down into the autopsy bay, with Martha and Owen in the lead, Rose quickly made her way over to Donna and asked urgently, “What happened, Donna?”

Donna looked up and felt her breath catch in her chest. She exclaimed, “What are you doing here, you’re supposed to be in the other world with the other Doctor?” Rose glowered and said, “No offense but let’s not talk about that wanker. No, I’m more interested in The Doctor worth worrying over.”

Donna looked at her stunned as she got a good look at the younger woman for the first time, “What happened to you. You sound like you’ve been spat out from the North and not London in another reality?”

She added truly studying Rose, as both women quickly made their way towards the autopsy bay. “In fact I’d say your taller, your eyes are blue and your skin tone and hair colour is an entirely different colour. But it is the accent and voice that are more than a tad alarming.”

Rose explained as they quickly made their way down the steps, “Let's just say the TARDIS had plans for me that not even The Doctor could have foreseen. I am not human, Donna. She had been slowly changing me ever since Satellite five and The Doctor regenerated.”

Donna asked as they reached the autopsy bay, and watched as Owen and Martha started working on The Doctor, who was delirious and sweating with the pain and loss of so much blood. “What do you mean you’re not human, and what about the other Doctor. What has he done to earn the title of wanker?”

Rose looked on worriedly at The Doctor as she replied, not once removing her terrified gaze from the man The TARDIS had chosen and remade her to keep company and to love. “I’m a Time Lord, and not just part Time Lord like you and John, but full-blown. I got the whole deal, I am talking about two hearts, inner plumbing you name it, and I got it in total spades”

She added, still not taking her worried and longing gaze off The Doctor, “I regenerated, after getting myself killed during an attack on the Tyler mansion. I have three lifetimes, just like The Doctor.”

She pinched the bridge of her nose and said, “I’ll explain everything once The Doctor is in a fit state to hear it, I promise. But all I will say is, that he turned bitter and resentful after I regenerated and he realised he was going to age and die, whilst I remain young and looking the way I do for three more lifetimes.”

She spat coldly, “He left me after having an affair for eighteen months with the one woman I hate above all, at least in that reality. He left me for a French woman The Doctor and I met in this world. He fell in love with her and I divorced his ass.”

Donna was looking at her in horror and sympathy. She felt anger flow through her at the thought of the other Doctor cheating on Rose. Donna had expected him to love and spend the rest of his life with Rose.

However, now she understood what she had not before. She and The Doctor had unknowingly left his part human counterpart with a woman who was destined to become something much greater, left in another world where she did not rightfully belong, she realised in dismay.

Suddenly Owen shook his head and said in defeat, “I’m sorry you guys, he’s lost far too much blood. Martha or I could never stem the flow and him survive. This is a stab wound, a deep stab wound at that.”

Donna barked in anger as tears started to flow down her cheeks, “That fucking idiotic spaceman. I warned him it was not a great idea to visit that planet. It was out run by rioters and rebellion. It was a warzone and rapidly dying out. He got stabbed, having jumped in front of me to prevent me from getting it instead.”

Jack walked over to her and took her into his arms, and cuddled her to him, as she cried angry and worried tears for the man on the steel table. She knew he would have to regenerate. She learned all about regeneration due to gaining a Time Lord mind.

Meanwhile Jack, Mickey, Martha and Owen, all watched, as tears slowly trailed down Rose’s cheeks, as she slowly made her way over to the table and reached out a hand to lovingly smooth her hands across his forehead, removing wisps of sweat drenched hair from his rapidly paling face. His freckles were standing out in extreme and stark contrast.

There was a sad looking smile of defeat colouring her features. She leaned down and gently brushed a kiss against his forehead, before lovingly caressing his nose, followed by his cheeks.

She murmured, “At least I can see this face one last time, without feeling, heartbreak, anger, resentment, and bitterness. I can remember this beautiful face now as someone I love and not someone who cheated on me, all because of circumstance out of my control and never asked for any of it.”

Donna, who had now removed her face from Jack’s chest, listened and watched as the other woman quietly broke down in front of her and the others. She watched as Martha placed a hand over her mouth, as silent tears streamed down dark cheeks.

Martha was looking at the other woman in sympathy. She knew once The Doctor regenerated and woke, that Rose would be there to help and care for him. She knew that both Time Lords would be good for each other, what the other needed and desperately craved.

Rose reached down and gently brushed her lips against his own, that were rapidly turning pure white. She quickly stood back as she noticed the subtle glow start to rise underneath The Doctor’s skin.

Her voice broke slightly as she said, “Here it comes, get ready for it, step back and brace yourself, he’s gonna going up in flames. It’s starting.” Rose quickly went to stand beside Donna and Jack. Donna and Jack looked at her in sympathy.

Rose said in a slightly haunted voice, as the golden glow started to get brighter by the second. She knew flames would take over him in a matter of seconds. “He’s really going to feel like shit in a couple of seconds.”

Owen asked, “What do you mean?” Rose replied, “Every cell imaginable is dying and burning away, only to develop brand new ones. It is a painful process, trust me, I know.” She concluded, “However, it will be much worse for him. The process will be even more drastic for him. I kept my main facial features, however he definitely won’t.”

Just as she finished speaking, golden flames overtook the whole of The Doctor’s body. He threw his head back in a silent scream. Rose and the others had to shield their eyes from the immense glare of the golden light surrounding The Doctor’s body.

They all watched in part horror and part fascination, as The Doctor’s features began rapidly transform. His hair starts to lengthen slightly, it looked to be thicker and turning into a dark brown, boarding on black.

They watched as his nose become slightly wider and not as long. His cheekbones were just as high as before. His jaw line and chin became broader and squarer shaped. Black feather like lashes fluttered against even paler cheeks then before, but still sporting a few freckles.

Rose noticed he was becoming slightly taller, less thin, with broader shoulders. Above all, he was younger, much younger. As young as she looked in fact, this stunned her. The Doctor was becoming younger looking instead of older. (Matt Smith)

Finally, within seconds, it was over and the golden light quickly disappeared, appearing to have escaped inside of him. He bolted up straight with a gasp, as a golden vapour flooded from his open and gasping mouth.

He looked around the room, before his eyes fell on Rose. His hazel, green tinted eyes widened in disbelief. He spoke with a higher pitch then before, and in a very English accent, sounding perhaps like someone who came from Northampton. “Rose!”