You Are Not Alone |~| A Doctor Who Fanfiction |~|

Chapter 6: Regeneration

=Quinn's POV=

I just screamed. I ran over to the Doctor, who was laying on the floor, no movement.

He couldn't be dead. I know he's not dead.

I tried my best to pick him up, and I ran to the TARDIS. Not knowing where to go, I ran down the hallway, hoping to find somewhere for him to go. Immediately I found my room. I quickly dragged him in there and placed him on my bed. I started sobbing, and I stroked the Doctors cheek. I kissed his forehead, and layed next to him, sobbing uncontroably. Since my head was on his chest, I could only hear one heart working, slowly, and that he was quietly breathing. I was so confused, I knew something would happen, but I didn't know what.

If I think about it, I really don't know anything about being a timelord.

I walked over to my light blue ebony piano and started playing a lullaby. I don't know where I learned it, but I played it perfectly.

I kept playing, tears falling from my eyes and splashing onto the keys. I thought I heard something shuffle behind me, but I ignored it.

"I don't want to go...."

I immediately flipped around, seeing the Doctor slightly awake, and had a golden glow to his fingers. He smiled when he saw me, then the golden light took over him and he started screaming.

I didn't know what was happening, but I felt like I should. I started screaming too, choking on my sobs. Was he dieing?

The golden light faded away, and a totally new person was there. He had bright green eyes and had a pointy chin. His hair was brown and flopped to the side.

He sat up immediately, and kissed his legs, ran a hand through his hair, and started doing vocal runs. Noticing I was still there, tears running down my face, he came to hug me. Confused of who this man was, I hesitantly hugged back. He looked at me, confused, as if I should know who he is.

"W-where did the Doctor go? Who are y-you?" I ask the man, backing away. He looked hurt, like I just told him something dreadful.

"What do you mean? I'm right here! Quinn, your a timelord, you should know what just happened!" He says quietly.

"Yeah I know I'm a timelord, but I don't really remember anything before the month I met you." I say confused.

I kinda shuffled there awkwardly, sniffling and wiping the tears off my face. I don't know how I feel around this new Doctor, I was getting really close to my Doctor.

=The Doctor's POV=

I was trying to think of a solution to Quinn's problem. She was a timelord who barely remembered anything. But how did she remember her childhood?

"Quinn, when was the last time you regenerated?" I ask, trying to see if my conclusion is correct.

'Um, about a month or two ago, I think." She said, looking at the ground.

"Ok, from your childhood, what is the last thing you remember?" I ask, I think I know what happened!

"I-I don't like to talk about it." Quinn replies shyly.

"Quinn," I say, placing a hand on her shoulder. "This is the only way we can figure out what is going on." I reply. She nods, and sits down on her bed.

"Well, I found this watch, folded in my pillow. I opened it, and knew I was a timelord. But accept a lot was missing, I could feel it. I knew multiple species of aleins and how to defeat them, but nothing about our species. That night was one of my worst. I-I," She paused, like she was trying to get the courage to say something. "The thought of me not being human freaked me out. I knew why people made fun of me and I wasn't going to let it happen any longer. I, commited suicide." Quinn finishes. I was shocked, I never thought her past was that bad. But she kept on talking.