Regeneration is like dying.
Pain floods his system, it crashes through every cell. He feels himself crumbling, dying from the inside out. He can feel regeneration energy struggling to flow through his system. He can feel it, he's dying.
And it hurts. Oh, god, it hurts so much.
But it's not death. Not really. He's just going to sleep, in his own mind. To sleep in a room in his mind without windows or doors. To rest.
That will feel good, he thinks. To rest. This regeneration started out so happy, so full of life. But struggle and battle and heartsache left him crippled, a hollow shell of a man. He's too cold, now. Too cold and too cruel. Regeneration would be best. He can start over. Start anew.
And it's worth it, sacrificing himself for someone he loves.
He doesn't cry; he just tries to smile through the pain.
"You were fantastic," he says. "And you know what?"
She stands there, shaking her head, unsure.
"So was I."
It's good, he thinks, having her here. At least he's not alone.
And he's gone. Pulled away by light and energy. It's like a curtain pulls back in his mind, like another layer of him has been peeled away.
There he is. Bright-faced and big-haired and grinning as though he wasn't racked with pain seconds earlier. It takes him a moment to associate where he is and he grins over to Rose.
"Hello---Oh." He runs his tongue along his wider molars. "New teeth. That's weird."
( It's just the beginning. Cut for spoilers to S.5 'The End of Time, Part Two.'Collapse )
Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 2,010 <==Surprisingly appropriate