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I Don’t Want To Go - 10/11th Doctor x Reader

Background Info: You and the Doctor had finished defeating the Master, which is the Doctor’s final battle. After defeating the Master, the Doctor and (y/n) find themselves behind an alleyway finding the TARDIS.

—(y/n) POV—

We see the TARDIS up ahead, the Doctor sees it and tries to race ahead. He stumbles, and I run to him and help him up. We walk to the TARDIS, and he attempts to open the door with the key, he goes a little fast and messes up. I pull his hand away and get it. We walk into the console room, and he turns to me, facing me. He slides out of his jacket and throws it to the ground. I run and pick it up. He slides his main brown one off and smiles weakly at me. I don’t smile back.

“W-what are you doing?” I ask staring up at him. He walks over to me, obviously stumbling a little. He grabs my hand.

“Changing,” he says. I raise an eyebrow at him. “You see, us timelords have a little way of cheating death, we change, our body dies, and we get a new one. Same memories, same me, just different body, and personality, still the same, maybe just a little different.” I start shaking my head.

“W-what, no! Not now, please don’t leave me.” I say tears welling in my eyes.

“I’m not leaving you, okay?” he says.

“Can’t you hold on a little longer?!” I yelled, starting to cry. He pulls me into a hug, and whispers a ‘no’, then pulls away.

“Go on the stairs on the bottom and stay near the halls, regeneration can be extremely dangerous,” he demands. I nod and go down the stairs, and the one near the TARDIS door, he sighs, and points to the corner, I go to it and crouch down.

“I’m sorry (y/n), I really am,” he says giving that weak smile again. I hold his jacket close to me crying slightly. His hands, feet area and head start glowing. “I love you,” he says. He walks over to me and hugs me again.

“I love you too,” I say. Trying to back farther in the corner. He looks at me before saying one final thing.

“I don’t want to go,” he says, and the flames emerge from him, the flames hit the console, parts of the TARDIS, and they catch on fire. Parts fall, I force myself into the corner. I look into his jacket, not wanting to face the man changing before me. I hear him scream in pain a little, and I want to help, but I can’t. Suddenly the sound stops.

I look up and see him. His hair is still a brunette, his eyes are green. He doesn’t notice me. He starts feeling himself, taking in the features of his new body.

“Legs! I’ve still got legs!!” He says picking his leg up and kissing it. “Good. Arms, hands. Ooh, fingers. Lots of fingers. Ears? Yes. Eyes: two. Nose… eh, I’ve had worse. Chin – blimey! Hair… I’m a girl! No! No! I’m not a girl! And still not ginger!” He says feeling his hair and pulling it down.

He looks at me and smiles. “I’m the Doctor, and you are? Wait- no, don’t answer that. I know who you are! You’re (y/n)!” he exclaims.

I walk over to him. We are suddenly thrown to the side, I grab the bar of the railing, and he grabs the console.

He flicks the console levers a bit, seeming to forget how to control the TARDIS. “There’s something else. Something… important, I’m… I’m-I’m… Ha-ha! Crashing!” he says, before looking at me, he grabs the console tighter.

“Geronimo!” he yells.

4

If it’s time to go, remember what you’re leaving. Remember the best. My friends have always been the best of me.