chapter five "You big baby!"

                                    

                                          
Running off on adventures becomes a daily event to look forward to. So does running. Running from angry people with spears. Running towards the tardis. Saving lives that wont even exist for thousands of years. Even the sound of the tardis door slamming starts to get familiar. The tardis goes on forever, and even THAT starts to get boring. Day after day its running and running and being clever. Thinking is the only think that keeps you sane. Thinking of the past companions, your parents, other planets, other species. Floating in the swimming pool, you come to a realization. OTHER SPECIES could refer to HUMANS. Growing up watching a show about an alien that saves earth on a daily basis, but suddenly he isn’t an alien. YOU AREA TIMELORD. Before this point, it never dawned on you that you will live for a long time. A “lifetime” goes from 80 years to, what? A THOUSAND? You can regenerate! Eventually, the body you’ve known will CHANGE. 
                          
By the time you get out of the pool, shower, and get dressed, you’re famished.  Just as you leave the litchen, the tardis begins to lean and shake ominously. Just as you stumble to the console, the doctor gets it under control. “what was that?” you lean against the doorway and stab your snack with a spoon.
                          
“Just some turbulence, nothing to worry about. So, what is that?” he changes the subject by pointing towards your glass.
                          
“This? It’s just milk with biscuits crumbled in it.. Want some?” He inspects the contents of the glass as if it was filled with mud.
                          
“That is rubbish. It looks like a cup of sick. Are you trying to poison me?”
                          
“Oi, just try it you big baby!” You thrust your spoon at him and he reluctantly takes the glass. He holds a spoonful up to his face and, after much inspection and sniffing, he shoves it down his throat and swallows. As you take your biscuit drink back, his eyes light up excitedly. “THAT WAS BRILLIANT,” he snatches it back and gulps it down. “and don’t you ever call me a baby again. I’m hundreds of years older than you!” he jokes. You follow him back to he kitchen, where he crushes up more biscuits and pours two glasses of milk. As he hands you one, you break the silence.
                          
“What does it feel like, dad?”
                          
He looks up from his glass mid-sip. “a little mushy, but you get over I-”
                          
“No, I mean regenerating… Does it… hurt?”
                          
“Well I suppose that depends on why you have to regenerate. If you were dying because you were shot in the head, you’ll still feel as if you’ve been shot in the head. Then you get a burning feeling all over. But I suppose it’s a good burning. Like a hot cup of tea when you’ve been thirsty. It hurts for a moment, but then you stop feeling like you’ve been shot in the head. All of the sudden you forget how to walk, and tastes and smells are all so new, so BRILLIANT. Going from dying to walking and talking as a whole other man, can be a bit overwhelming. But a good overwhelming. Everything is fine. It’s brilliant. But don’t you go jumping out of the tardis for fun, understand? Now matter how much you want to be a ginger.”
                          
The speed at which  the doctor can go from an amazing, brilliant speech to a corny joke, is faster then you can call him mad. Then again, everyone’s a bit mad now and then aren’t they?
                          
*Lots of rambling, but the doctor always rambles, right? -Alli