Entry 13: It's Not Going to Be that Easy Part 2

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by paradoxsurviver

by paradoxsurviver

So I lunged? I'm half ashamed, but half pleased.

I have a concussion from them.

I blacked out and screamed apparently so hard that my thoughts boxed up and sent themselves to my Dad. Yowzah.

Did I mention he had a completely new wardrobe on? But he still had the bowtie. Ahh- that bowtie. I wonder what happened to the Ponds. Very few of the strays ever had a happy ending. Turlough and Grace had them. So did Martha, and presumably Rose now. Barbara and Ian, maybe?My mum did, if you can call knocked up with an absent daughter and scars from her people's wars.

Time-Lords are like fire. we burn everything we touch.

Wizards are like tinder, they burn to save mostly.

And I'm part of both. I felt a bit of both. The blackness is fire.

I came around and said, "Blacked out did I?" I knew I'd been out. I just had a foggy memory.I felt odd and new. Like I was missing from myself.

I didn't reconise the ground of where I was, but it felt like the TARDIS. SHe'd done herself up a bit.

And I was in the TARDIS on the console floor. And my knickers felt snug.

My voice was different. My teeth felt weird. "Those slags!" I said popping up. "'ve gone an' Regenerated. They waste' me first body. I 'as only 15." I started shouting. "'ang on. This voice is unbe'ting of a Time-Lady." I raged on some more.

And we were in deep space. Hmm...I was alone. So I searched and found the girl, she was reading a girl-guide book to hacking. "Yer name's Clara right?" I pointed a finger.

"Yea-Clara Owsin Oswald." She stated. "If your lookin' for him. He's in the left 'and Labortory." She looked up from her volume and said, "And you look good. i'd date you." She said.

Okay. Maybe looks wise I was good, but my voice was horrible. I felt off. I was different. Yet one thing stayed the same: my ever present churning of thoughts.

"'Atta do. Really thanks." I rolled. Only the voice perk I had was a nice rollig off the tounge with my r's.

I stalked off untill I faced myself in the mirror, well not a mirror a reflective surface. It to, had changed. It was silver and more cold looking, austere. More Gallifrey, less renegade. Dad was getting up in years. Now he was positivly Middle Aged. About upper 1000's. He was calming down a bit. Maybe, didn't count on it. But I looked good. I was still in my Hogwarts uniform. But I was half an inch shorter. I had a bit of a shoulder issue, I had a small mark on my upper lip almost scar like. My hair was a leaven black and I had brown eyes. My skin was now an almond-ish pale. I looked a bit older than I was. I had shorter legs and bigger hips. But such is regeneration. You cannot win everything. But I did love my large defintive arched eyebrows.

But the girl amired my new physique. I miss certain aspects of my first body. But I was assured that was normal. My uniform made me feel detained, and I felt my old tank and kitten-hugging swater regime was no longer good on me. Nor my array of novelty nail colourings.

I wasn't ching because then I lose my life span. I'd control my voice. to the best of my extent.

I looked around and found the TARDIS wardrobe. It still smelled the same.I searched untill I found a pair of black leather trousers and a white and black corporate corset top. I added a black cape blazer with red trails and smooth heeled hunting-style boots. i coiffed my hair ito a lace enhance pony tail and self-periced my ear and addded long dangling slvier pieces and a Victorian shilloute necklace and pranced out to the Laboratory.