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[ooc: Takes place sometime before this. Includes a character introduced canonically in series 7, and references a character death discussed canonically during series 6. Based on this picture prompt. ]

For The Doctor, it had only been a year, at most. But to everyone she had left behind, it had been nearly five. A year of her running around the past and future, wreaking havoc, saving lives, having ridiculous adventures. But it had been five long years for everyone else, everyone who was taking the slow path.

( And a lot had changed in that five years. )

Even Time Lords can suffer from exhaustion.

Or so it would seem.

The Doctor felt as if she'd be laying in the same spot in the console room for days. She probably had.

( It all had started out as a regular refuel in Cardiff. )

For a Time Lord... or Time Lady, as the case may now be for the Doctor... the concept of night and day is a bit of a complicated one.

It may be as clear as day for human beings, living their all-too-short but lucky lives on the planet Earth. It may be obvious when one is standing upon that Earth's soil, as obvious as raindrops pelting one's head during a storm.

But for a Time Lord or Lady, living on board a TARDIS floating through the time vortex, night and day can be very difficult to determine. Point blank, there is no night or day within the vortex. There is just time, and the seemingly empty space one is floating within.

For the Doctor, night is whenever she declares that she's a bit weary, when her body tells her that it's time for a little nap. And she's found that in this new form, despite the fact that at times she feels very energetic still, she does enjoy sleep a bit more than she has in the past.

But just because the Doctor enjoys sleep, doesn't mean she's able to do so every time she lies down. Sometimes, she's kept up, haunted by a sound she wishes would just go away.

Thump-thump, thump-thump.

Thump-thump, thump-thump.

Heartbeats.

The sound of two hearts, beating together as one.

A reminder that she's not alone, that another lives, another that she is forced never to see again, or face destroying her.

A reminder that she is alone, to deal with the weight of that reality.

[ooc: Title is a prompt for

just_prompts, other prompt is this: Trying something for the first time. Immediately follows this.]

A little stiff-legged and woodenly, the Doctor made her way into the wardrobe.

Her former body's clothes were far too tight for Donna's fuller figure. She felt as though she were suffocating. Not to say Donna was overweight, exactly. She was just beginning to realize that, perhaps, her last body truly was far too skinny.

She went about looking through the wardrobe, trying to see if she could either spot anything that might have been Donna's, or anything at all that might fit onto her new body. Something in a bright purple shade caught her eye, and she bent over, reaching for it. As she did, there was the sudden deafening sound of fabric splitting. Her eyes went wide when she realized she felt a breeze.

She shot upright in an instant, and a bit of glare took over her features. "Oi, I can hear you laughing at me in my head! Knock it off, will you, ol' girl!" Her exclamation was shot at the TARDIS herself, who was apparently quite amused at the situation. She blinked momentarily. "My word... I sound just like her." She sighed, and shook her head, before going back to look through the clothes.

Eventually, she found something that she felt suited her, and began the process of changing.

As she took off the brown coat, she paused, and she realized something.

This is Donna's body. I'm about to see Donna... naked.

Except, it wasn't just Donna's body anymore. It was hers now, too. It was a fact she was going to have to get used to, eventually.

She held her head up as she dressed, refusing to look down until she was at least partially covered. She was sure she'd be able to dress normally before long, but not this time, for sure.

After she'd finished, she made her way over to a mirror, and peered into it. A small but sad smile.

"Not bad, aye? My first time dressing a female body..." She nodded slowly, turning to the side and eying her reflection. "Not bad at all."

He had known this was coming.

For weeks, he'd been able to sense it.

His death. Or, rather, his regeneration.

( The end of one era and the beginning of an entirely new one. )

The following is a chronological list of the Eleventh Doctor's adventures. To be added to as prompts are written and scenes are played out.

1: The Regeneration
2: Dressing The Part
3: Heartbeats
4: In Memoriam
5: An Unexpected Reunion

S	M	T	W	T	F	S
				1	2	3
4	5	6	7	8	9	10
11	12	13	14	15	16	17
18	19	20	21	22	23	24
25	26	27	28	29	30	31

The Doctor

Entries tagged with adventures

muserevival: In Memoriam.

An Unexpected Reunion (with captainspain)

oncoming_storms: What keeps you awake at night?

oncoming_storms: Oops.

justprompts: You made me what I am.

The Eleventh Doctor's Adventures

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