If given the chance, the Doctor would never grow up.
Growing up required pain, change, sacrifice. It meant losing those he loved to the horrors of the universe, more often than not.
And so when he died and came back wearing the face of old Caecillus, he was terrified.
Terrified that both Clara and Wren would leave him. That he would lose them too.
At first, Clara was confused, then adamant.
She wanted his youthful face back, his past self's bouncy enthusiasm and terrible fashion sense (bow ties? What was he thinking?).
It was almost like she couldn't see past his name.
He was the Doctor, not the Doctor.
A title, not a person.
Wren, however, was scared that he wouldn't want her.
That was the thing about Time Lord regenerations; whoever came next was a bit of a lottery.
Will they still like the same person they did before? Do feelings even carry over?
But...it was Clara. It was Wren. Of course he felt the same.
*Am I a Ghost? - Juniper Vale
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Doctor Who: Really Tiny Short Stories
FanfictionThe bloody TARDIS. Of course, that was a brilliant idea; show everyone the Doctor's muddled clumps of memories... So I found some things in an old document of mine, and decided to publish them because why not? As the title says, they are very, VERY...
