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First fic post. A little nervous, not gonna lie.
I might figure out how to do the cool hyperlink stuff at some point. At the moment I only know how to do that in Word.
EDIT: I FIGURED IT OUT. YAY!
On to story!
EDIT: Should probably put some stuff about story, huh? Let's see, what to add that isn't too spoilery...?
Name of Project: Rebel Doctor
Name of Fic: I...haven't decided yet. For the moment it's just going to have 'Regeneration Episode' as placeholder.
Fandom: Doctor Who (AU with Alternate Doctor)
Rating: ...I have no idea how these things work, but as there's not even violence yet, I'm gonna go with 'PG'. Some pain, but it's a regeneration...
EDIT: I...can't even believe I forgot this. I've been reading fanfic for long enough, after all.
DISCLAIMER: Doctor Who and most of the stuff you recognize belongs to the BBC. Even some of the stuff you may not recognize. I only own this particular AU, regeneration, and companion. And maybe some of the monsters.
Regeneration Episode
Martin screamed, falling to the ground, open mouth tasting the leaves on the ground, working their way onto his tongue as he writhed.
He'd never dreamed that kind of pain existed, never guessed that he might have done something to deserve the agony. He felt his vision blur out, as his mind tried to shut out the stabbing wound in his right chest, only to fail and return again. He managed to flop over onto his back and lay staring at the stars, moving in and out of focus so far above him.
And suddenly those stars fell out of the sky, and came whirling toward him, dragging trails of silver mist and glitter in their wake. He screamed, or tried to, but his mouth wouldn't cooperate, and the stars swallowed him up. It was an odd sensation, to feel that glow inside you, that rush, as if it had become a part of you. Before he knew it, they were outside him again, carrying him aloft, rushing through the atmosphere out among their brethren. As he looked, it was as if he saw friends he knew, long gone as light speed goes.
They were going fast enough that he began to feel giddy, and wonder how he could breathe, and how any of this was possible anyway.
And suddenly he felt himself falling through the blackness of space, as the stars disappeared, and he was left screaming into the dark as he fell, fell...
But this, too, was unrealistic, he realized. You don't fall through space, there is no up and down. Unless you're near a black hole, and he wasn't. Instead, you more sort of...float. And then he suddenly slowed down.
Of course, he shouldn't be able to breathe, and felt his lungs close off, felt himself stop breathing. But for some reason, he didn't start feeling the least bit light-headed, like he usually did when trying to hold his breath. It wasn't as if anyone could hear him, and all sound cut out.
It was a vacuum. Even if he were surviving this, so far, it should still be tearing him limb from limb.
Unlike before, the universe didn't listen to his thoughts, this time. He didn't feel himself slowly be stretched apart.
Instead, his head went on fire. It felt like it was going to explode, and all of a sudden the universe burst in his head. He could feel every single atom, suddenly, was aware of all of his nerves. They suddenly became aware, as if they had caught fire, and they burned through him, spreading through his veins. The blood vessels felt as if they'd had a touch of acid, as if it was spreading through them and dissolving them.
He could feel everything. And it hurt.
He screamed, and heard his scream echo across the stars, the air in his lungs rushing out like solar winds across the galaxies. He longed to stop all function, to let the blackness of space envelop him, the darkness of tranquility. But it didn't...couldn't.
It wasn't his fate.
He felt the agony as atoms, as if of their own accord, altered their being to match his new form. To feel everything, every individual atom involved changing, was torture.
Light, bright and hot, like a spotlight shone on him. It was white light, unchanged by passing through a planetary atmosphere. And it was as if the stars were judging him, seeing if he was worthy to become one of their number.
He imagined one of them smiled at him, before everything passed away, and he got his wish of oblivion.
I might figure out how to do the cool hyperlink stuff at some point. At the moment I only know how to do that in Word.
EDIT: I FIGURED IT OUT. YAY!
On to story!
EDIT: Should probably put some stuff about story, huh? Let's see, what to add that isn't too spoilery...?
Name of Project: Rebel Doctor
Name of Fic: I...haven't decided yet. For the moment it's just going to have 'Regeneration Episode' as placeholder.
Fandom: Doctor Who (AU with Alternate Doctor)
Rating: ...I have no idea how these things work, but as there's not even violence yet, I'm gonna go with 'PG'. Some pain, but it's a regeneration...
EDIT: I...can't even believe I forgot this. I've been reading fanfic for long enough, after all.
DISCLAIMER: Doctor Who and most of the stuff you recognize belongs to the BBC. Even some of the stuff you may not recognize. I only own this particular AU, regeneration, and companion. And maybe some of the monsters.
Regeneration Episode
Martin screamed, falling to the ground, open mouth tasting the leaves on the ground, working their way onto his tongue as he writhed.
He'd never dreamed that kind of pain existed, never guessed that he might have done something to deserve the agony. He felt his vision blur out, as his mind tried to shut out the stabbing wound in his right chest, only to fail and return again. He managed to flop over onto his back and lay staring at the stars, moving in and out of focus so far above him.
And suddenly those stars fell out of the sky, and came whirling toward him, dragging trails of silver mist and glitter in their wake. He screamed, or tried to, but his mouth wouldn't cooperate, and the stars swallowed him up. It was an odd sensation, to feel that glow inside you, that rush, as if it had become a part of you. Before he knew it, they were outside him again, carrying him aloft, rushing through the atmosphere out among their brethren. As he looked, it was as if he saw friends he knew, long gone as light speed goes.
They were going fast enough that he began to feel giddy, and wonder how he could breathe, and how any of this was possible anyway.
And suddenly he felt himself falling through the blackness of space, as the stars disappeared, and he was left screaming into the dark as he fell, fell...
But this, too, was unrealistic, he realized. You don't fall through space, there is no up and down. Unless you're near a black hole, and he wasn't. Instead, you more sort of...float. And then he suddenly slowed down.
Of course, he shouldn't be able to breathe, and felt his lungs close off, felt himself stop breathing. But for some reason, he didn't start feeling the least bit light-headed, like he usually did when trying to hold his breath. It wasn't as if anyone could hear him, and all sound cut out.
It was a vacuum. Even if he were surviving this, so far, it should still be tearing him limb from limb.
Unlike before, the universe didn't listen to his thoughts, this time. He didn't feel himself slowly be stretched apart.
Instead, his head went on fire. It felt like it was going to explode, and all of a sudden the universe burst in his head. He could feel every single atom, suddenly, was aware of all of his nerves. They suddenly became aware, as if they had caught fire, and they burned through him, spreading through his veins. The blood vessels felt as if they'd had a touch of acid, as if it was spreading through them and dissolving them.
He could feel everything. And it hurt.
He screamed, and heard his scream echo across the stars, the air in his lungs rushing out like solar winds across the galaxies. He longed to stop all function, to let the blackness of space envelop him, the darkness of tranquility. But it didn't...couldn't.
It wasn't his fate.
He felt the agony as atoms, as if of their own accord, altered their being to match his new form. To feel everything, every individual atom involved changing, was torture.
Light, bright and hot, like a spotlight shone on him. It was white light, unchanged by passing through a planetary atmosphere. And it was as if the stars were judging him, seeing if he was worthy to become one of their number.
He imagined one of them smiled at him, before everything passed away, and he got his wish of oblivion.
