We Can't Have a Universe With No Yaz

Chapter 11

She landed in an alley way. Bending down, she touched the snow beneath her, smelling it's scent. "Same time, and place that's good." She crept forward. "Yaz?" She saw a form laying down in the red snow. "Yaz?" She was cold to the touch, unmoving, and dull eyed. The Doctor picked up her bare body, carrying her to the TARDIS. "This is all my fault." She whispered, a warm tear falling onto Yaz's forehead. Placing her down, the Doctor searched around the TARDIS, finally pulling out a silver pad, decorated with swirls and shapes. She held it to Yaz's heart and spoke a language so old that the TARDIS could not decipher it. Nothing happened. She repeated this. Again, nothing happened. "Come on. Please" The Doctor wiped her face with her shoulder. She felt helpless. She threw the pad across the room, picking up Yaz and bringing her into her lap. She held her tighter with every passing minute. "I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry." Her hand rested on her cheek. "Yasmin Khan. I love you. Don't leave me." She hadn't cried in a while, since her 11th incarnation watched Titanic for the first time- Amy had made him. But in reality over real life events, she hadn't cried for centuries. Her tears hit Yaz's bloodied collarbone, they started to glow a soft bumblebee yellow. The deep cut vanished, the spot of skin melting from grey to a warm brown. The Doctor was sure of what she had to do, what she needed to do for Yaz. She lay her down, and hovered her hands over Yaz's body.
"Id give my life for you 10 times over, Yaz. And I will prove it." Her hands burst with energy, the same misty yellow of her tears. The Doctor started to scream in agony, still her hands were unmoving. The light surrounded Yaz, almost levitating her. The deep cuts over her body, the broken bones, the bruises, they were all fading like a distant nightmare. Her skin brightened, her hair untangled as the dried blood disappeared. The Doctor screamed again. She felt as though her body was ripping apart, as though every bone was breaking, every muscle was tearing, but she was worth it. The Doctor fell to her knees, teeth clenched until she couldn't handle the pain any longer. Her hands reverted back to normal, the regeneration energy receding. She collapsed in exhaustion, not knowing whether her sacrifice was worth it. As she drifted in and out of consciousness all she could think of was seeing her friend again, seeing the woman she loved one last time