Doctor Who -Serpents Catacomb-

Prologue

It burned

It always burned when it happened, the paradoxical energy of healing and pain seeping through his bones. The golden light flowing trough his limbs and head, the shifting of every single cell in his mind and body, the feeling of a new man emerging from the ashes of the old one.

He hated every moment of it.

The groaning of the TARDIS as it took off soothed the Time Lord to this faces final resting place. 'Earth' he thought to himself, a nice place to get situated with this body. Perhaps he would finally have ginge-

BAMM

His thoughts we're interrupted as the TARDIS shook mid-take off. The man rose, quickly sprinting to the console in the middle of the Time Pods control room. 'What the hell is goin-'

The ship was shaken again by another explosion, sending the man within tumbling to the cold metal. He grunted, and rose up once more. The Time Rotor was still rising and falling gently, while the ambient red lighting was flickering wildly out of control.

He went to stabilize his ship, moving towards a control panel, before falling to his knees. Wincing, he saw another bout of golden energy flowing trough his hands, burning through the nerves it would soon be replacing.

Another explosion rocked the TARDIS, further halting its take off procedure. Groaning in pain, the Time Lord steadied himself, slowly forcing himself to stand up while also holding of the regeneration. He clutched the barriers of the console, using them as support for his ascension. Now weakly standing, limping slightly from the pain of both the energy and the concussion from the contact to the metal floor.

He mustered the energy to move his arm and slowly started to manipulate the controls of his ship, flicking levers and pushing buttons, before moving on to another panel and repeating the process. More explosions came and the Time Lord became more and more familiar with the cold floor.

Soon enough, the ship entered the wild road of the Time Vortex, yet the struggle wasn't over yet.

The attacks had made its number on the TARDIS, the interior was a mess of broken lights and violent fires, burning remains of bookshelves and chalkboards littered the floor, while certain panels of the console had burst into flames.

The Time Rotor was still barely working as one of the lights had already cracked and shut off. The round things had all been destroyed except for a few, and a few bottles we're scattered around the lower area of the control room.

The ship itself was much less traveling trough the vortex, as it was crashing around in it. Shaking the interior inside with the same force as the explosions, tossing around the contents of the ship around its domed room.

The man tumbled across the ships floor. Ending up lying down in front of the console, facing the crumbling, domed ceiling. His face and arms completely obscured by the golden energy now flowing wildly from his appendages, his screams we're drowned out by the sound of rushing, golden light. His dying cells we're burned and regrown, his eyes shifting colors and his hair turning darker.

After a few more minutes, the ships tumbling became less violent and the shaking almost halted. On that evening, observers of Earths sky may have seen a star streaking trough the majestic void, only that they would be sorely mistaken.

Crashing through earths atmosphere was a burning 1960's Police Box, spinning wildly. Burning trough the layers of air, the box was set aflame, resembling something of a meteor. Its blue wooden exterior, hiding an impossibly large interior, just as damaged and chaotic as its insides.

Moments later, somewhere in the British Isles, the box appeared in an alleyway. Shifting in and out of reality, becoming more and more solid with every shift. Finally solidifying its burnt body and dimly illuminating the dark alley with its flaming, shattered light.

Within the box, its pilot stood, ragged and exhausted, clutching a lever with a shaking hand. After a few tense seconds of tired breathing, the man collapsed onto the metal floor.

The Doctor had just regenerated, and his services would be needed. Sooner, rather than later.

A/N:

Well, it's been awhile, hasn't it?

In case your still wondering, this is an original incarnation of The Doctor. I've already pre written all the chapters so there shouldn't be much of a wait between updates

Hope you enjoy the story and please leave a comment!