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"WHAT?!"
It couldn't have been. There was no way it was possible.
"WHY?!"
A frantic figure pounced into the console room, dashing in as the doors closed behind him.
"BUT IT CAN'T BE!?"
The Doctor reached for the first reflective surface he could find In the console room. It was an expansive, orange-lit space anchored by an elaborate central control console composed of numerous levers, buttons, and screens, around which the Doctor maneuvered in urgent chaos.
Translucent crystal claws emanated from the central column, embodying the elegance and technological prowess of the TARDIS, slowly glowing, like breaths in a pair of lungs. The Tardis was alive.
The Doctor danced around the glowing, orange console unit and looked at his reflection in the monitor.
"No!" he gulped.
He touched his face. His worst suspicions were true. His old face was back. An old face, from a long, long time ago.
"This isn't possible."
He looked at it, gleaming in the orange light of the console room, her green-hazel eyes had now turned into his dark brown. It was the one in the skinny suit, except a little older, and even thinner. His face was even more bonier then before.
He checked - his hair was the same. The brunette, sticky-uppy spikes, brushed messily, long and crazy, leading down to neat sideburns on the side of his face. His old sideburns were back, and he could see this time, it wasn't bad skin. Instead, he had stubbly, scruffy face, and felt a masculine jaw for the first time in centuries. He could only remember the feeling of her pleasant smooth skin.
He felt it with his old hands, making a crackling noise as his fingers cascaded over his unshaven old face. He had almost forgotten what facial stubble felt like. He then looked back at his hands, and noticed thick hair on his skinny veins and arms for the first time in for what felt like forever. He remembered being so smooth as her.
He looked down, at his long, tweed, ankle-length navy-blue coat now covering him. They were the same shade of the hoists holding up the console room's crystal claws placed evenly around the console, all pointing to the central time rotor's floating crystal.
Underneath, he was wearing a blue and brown checkered skinny suit - A waistcoat, with the top button done up only, showing a cotton silver tie poking out the bottom. It was hastily tied around an unbuttoned white shirt collar. Along with a pair of matching trousers, her boots had somehow transformed into a pair of papyrus lace up trainers. They were already dirtied, with a filthy toe cap and insole, complete with long since greyed out white laces. The pair both had rubbed out heel patches.
Somehow, her old silver coat, multicolor rainbow top, braces, trousers and boots had been materialized away. It was as if his very regeneration wanted his old clothes back.
There was something about the clothes that seemed familiar, but off. There seemed to be some kind of message in his brain, saying he shouldn't take it off. And he wouldn't be able if he tried. He was no clue how the idea was planted the idea in his head.
There was also something else, buried in his head. It was if there was a something missing. He couldn't think straight. Questions, memories came flooding back. He rubbed the top of his head, making his hair even messier. He felt his old body back up and down, his head turning.
Then, something else flashed into his mind. Something he remembered from his old body. He felt it rubbing against his shoulder blades.
"I have got... my mole back... that's alright, love my-"
Then, of all moments, he lurched, along with the whole console room. The Doctor gripped the helm as the room began to shake, as if The Tardis was sitting on a tectonic plate. Then, the monitor on the console began to beep like mad. He dashed back to the door, feeling his old legs as he ran.
He opened the police box's doors and jumped as he noticed the ground beneath the Tardis was gone. The cliff edge the Tardis stood on before was now miles below the police box, slowly getting smaller and smaller. The Doctor looked up as a terrific noise could be heard.
A single, giant, upright tube-like spaceship roared above the time machine, taller and wider than the Doctor could see. It was placed still in the sky, studded all over with lights and blinkers, roaring with an engine that shook The Doctor's eardrums.
The alien spaceship above was an immense, cylindrical monolith that dominated the skyline with its sheer size. It hung mid-air with an intimidating stillness, adorned with a network of luminous lights that twinkled and flashed in hypnotic sequences. Its surface was metallic and sleek, reflecting the scant ambient light, while an eerie whirring sound, akin to a distant rumble.
At the base of the spacecraft, a pulverizing beam of bright green light erupted from the bottom of it, casting unto the Tardis, slowly pulling her towards it.
