DW fic - New&Old
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grlgoddessTitle: New&Old
Author: grlgoddess
Characters: Eleventh Doctor
Rating: G
Word Count: 285
Summary: Immediately post-regeneration.
Disclaimer: Don't own
AN/Warnings: More-or-less spoiler free. Mainly hypothetical, as I had the irrational desire to write 11/Amy fic, but couldn't quite get to the Amy part. Strangely, writing this got me to really picture Matt Smith as the Doctor, and I couldn't be more confident that he'll be just as brilliant as the others have been.
He was tingling all over. He remembered feeling exactly like this before, but, at the same time, this was completely new. He was completely new. The sensations had spread. Warmth and feeling had began in his two hearts, calmly pumping his new blood throughout his new body. He could feel his clothes against his skin – too loose, not that it mattered anymore. They were beyond repair. His toes wiggled, a delightful feeling! His shoes had fared pretty well, better than he had at any rate. He wiggled his fingers. They seemed functional.
His face. There was something in his face! He swiped awkwardly at it with his new hand, determined to at least distract whatever it was. The invader felt … soft? Ah. His hair. Okay, he could get used to that.
He stood up, and immediately stumbled to the ground again. His new limbs were not yet as agreeable as he would like.
"No!" he shouted, "No no no! Wait, is that my voice?" He made a few experimental sounds, then laughed, "That's … I dunno … fantastic? No, that's not right at all. Brilliant? No no, not that either. Ah well, no time for that. I have to go!"
He tried to stand again, and this time it stuck. He wasn't entirely certain where he had to go, or why, but he took to the TARDIS controls, pressing buttons and flicking switches, maybe a tad too enthusiastically. He wasn't sure where he was going, but he was sure he'd get there. He usually managed to get somewhere he was needed.
As he entered the vortex, the tingling and newness faded away, to be forgotten until he had need to feel it again.
