Doctor Who, "Regeneracy" Doctor/Doctor
Title: Regeneracy
Author: Alizarin
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Doctor/Doctor
Rating: PG13
Characters: Nine and Ten
Written for: Me and
raqs
Summary: Regeneracy, n. The state of being regenerated.
Time to go again, time to go.
Jack, that strange piece, kisses him. Then Rose, in her turn. Kisses are goodbyes, the last thing that you get, the last thing that you give. They are the icing on your cake, the cherry on your sundae, the umbrella in your drink; surely kisses are sweet, so why is he so bitter?
He'd tell us why if we had the time.
As it is, he's going, going, gone. Dying and reborn! The stone rolled away and glory, hallelujah!
He's glad to go, his jaunty gait says so. Glad to go and to hold on, too.
Hello, who's this?
Why it's you.
Hello Doctor!
Hello, Doctor.
"You're a fine-looking chap," the Doctor says.
"As are you," he says, eyeing him.
"Little thin on top there though, eh? Glad I've got my mane."
"Eyesight not so good, my friend? Don't worry, look into Lasik, you'll be fine. Won't need those frames then."
There’s an awkward pause. It's an awkward pause about the obvious, but also...
"About Rose," says the Doctor.
"Nevermind, I'll take it as it comes," says the Doctor. "Always better that way."
"Right then. Give us a kiss and then off you go."
The Doctor steps up and embraces the Doctor. He presses his lips against his, tightly, maybe even a little desperately. There may have been tongue involved, it's infinitely difficult to say. Consciousness fills consciousness as lips slide together, breath mingles, and consciousness gives way to conscience. And heat. To regenerate, he has to degenerate, and he's not quite ready, he never is.
But the Doctor is ready, and his head spins with giddy delight. The kiss ends and they are one. The taste of the Doctor is fresh in his mouth and he remembers him and is him.
In their exchange is a multitude of worlds, old and new, each one spinning just like him, in time with him, and only the two of them know it all and in that, he is never alone. He'll always be there.
They see Rose again. He sees Rose again and she is just as pretty, just as perky as when he saw her last, just a moment -- a lifetime -- ago.
She wants to know him.
"I'm the Doctor," he says.
.
Author: Alizarin
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Doctor/Doctor
Rating: PG13
Characters: Nine and Ten
Written for: Me and
raqs
Summary: Regeneracy, n. The state of being regenerated.
Time to go again, time to go.
Jack, that strange piece, kisses him. Then Rose, in her turn. Kisses are goodbyes, the last thing that you get, the last thing that you give. They are the icing on your cake, the cherry on your sundae, the umbrella in your drink; surely kisses are sweet, so why is he so bitter?
He'd tell us why if we had the time.
As it is, he's going, going, gone. Dying and reborn! The stone rolled away and glory, hallelujah!
He's glad to go, his jaunty gait says so. Glad to go and to hold on, too.
Hello, who's this?
Why it's you.
Hello Doctor!
Hello, Doctor.
"You're a fine-looking chap," the Doctor says.
"As are you," he says, eyeing him.
"Little thin on top there though, eh? Glad I've got my mane."
"Eyesight not so good, my friend? Don't worry, look into Lasik, you'll be fine. Won't need those frames then."
There’s an awkward pause. It's an awkward pause about the obvious, but also...
"About Rose," says the Doctor.
"Nevermind, I'll take it as it comes," says the Doctor. "Always better that way."
"Right then. Give us a kiss and then off you go."
The Doctor steps up and embraces the Doctor. He presses his lips against his, tightly, maybe even a little desperately. There may have been tongue involved, it's infinitely difficult to say. Consciousness fills consciousness as lips slide together, breath mingles, and consciousness gives way to conscience. And heat. To regenerate, he has to degenerate, and he's not quite ready, he never is.
But the Doctor is ready, and his head spins with giddy delight. The kiss ends and they are one. The taste of the Doctor is fresh in his mouth and he remembers him and is him.
In their exchange is a multitude of worlds, old and new, each one spinning just like him, in time with him, and only the two of them know it all and in that, he is never alone. He'll always be there.
They see Rose again. He sees Rose again and she is just as pretty, just as perky as when he saw her last, just a moment -- a lifetime -- ago.
She wants to know him.
"I'm the Doctor," he says.
.