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EDIT: Goodness gracious... I really need to spend time editing things... Anyway, hope you enjoy. And also be warned. There will be some possible smut later on. JUST WARNING YOU.

Chapter 1: CLARA

With the console broken, again, the TARDIS was heading for a familiar location in a rather terminal speed: Clara's home. Sexy, as the Doctor would call the ship, had just been hit by the canon ball fired from a supercharged canon from Ferdinand Magellan's ship. Those stinking Sontorans were on it again… But why 1500th century Spain of all times?

Speaking of the impossible girl, Clara had just witnessed her beloved chinny Doctor regenerate into this dangerous old man who always took gambles. Much like the regeneration before him, he wore a purple over coat, a black vest, button-up shirt, slacks, and pointy shoes. The only thing that was missing was his ridiculous bow-tie. No matter how many remarks she had made about that bow-tie, she had loved seeing it on him, and she'd always straighten it for him before they both ventured out of the TARDIS. But enough of the past… He's gone and shall never return, for this old man has replaced him.

"Gods of Tenzalore, don't make them fail on me now!" the old man exclaimed as he clutched onto his sides where his kidneys where located. "I knew these kidneys were bad news ever since I got them! It's all in the colors, I tell ya!"

"Doctor!" Clara exclaimed while pointing at the open TARDIS door. "My flat! Below! Crashing! Again!" The pair seemed to have made a habit of possibly crashing into someone's house right after their every adventure, and just to her luck, today's course was yours truly. "Blimey, Doctor, why is that we're crashing every time I'm with you? This never happened with you before!"

"Well, excuse me!" The Doctor finally released his hands off his waist and grasped one of the levers that stabilize the TARDIS' artificial gravity, which was followed by another lever which abruptly stopped their momentum towards Clara's house. Both of them violently collapse on their knees. "You're supposed to be the impossible one, isn't that right?" He shouted as he struggled to stand up. "Why aren't you doing your job?!"

"You're supposed to be the Doctor. The Doctor. Not an old man who would crash into a Spanish ship just for the 'L.O.L.'!" She dusted herself off as she hoisted herself up with the help of the handrail, which was extremely hot. She winced and glared at the old man. "You're not supposed to be like this! You're supposed to be the one that ends conflicts! Not the one who starts them!"

"If you know so much about me and how much trouble I cause," started the Doctor as he stood up. "Then for God's sake, why don't you try saving me from myself, huh?!"

"I did!" She shouted without a pause. "I did! All your lives, that's all I've done! I went into your time-stream just to save you, and you… And you never once looked at me with gratitude!" With her fist curled up by her sides, she can feel the tears roll down her face. She was boiling. Boiling with anger, desperation, and sorrow because she, at this moment, finally accepted that the Doctor she loved is gone. "Only he did! He was the doctor!"

The old man was taken aback, as if hurt by her comments. He's never shown that face, or, at least, not with this face. He looked towards the ground as if trying to find the words to say.

Clara herself was surprised at her hostility. She's never once raised her voice at any version of the Doctor. Not in this way. But this was bound to come. She sighed.

"Look… Doctor… I didn't-"

A stomp came from the direction of the old man. "Always with the he, he, he!" The Doctor howled. "I'm the Doctor, Clara Oscar! I am in the right, and my decisions are always justified! If you don't agree with me, then the door is only a few feet away!"

The girl gasped. Sparks flew everywhere, but not just from the TARDIS. Her mind was confused and bewildered. Was the Doctor really throwing her out? Was she that out of line that he'd abandon her?

"He couldn't even remember my name properly" she thought.

Silence filled the room. Electric sparks continued to fly as the steam from the lower deck of the console rose. The tension between the two individuals seemed to affecting the TARDIS' ability to self-repair. With one final exasperated sigh, the Impossible Girl made the decision the she thought herself was impossible. She rummaged through the pockets that her Doctor gave her and found the TARDIS key. She took a long look and remembered all the thrilling experiences that she had with it. As one final tear rolled down her cheek, she walked towards the angry old man before her and handed him the key.

"Well then. She's all yours again." She managed a half-hearted smirk despite her overwhelming emotions. "It's been an experience, old man." She purposely decided not to call him "Doctor" because he did not deserve it. "Have fun."

She was finally free of this man. Finally free of his egotistical remarks, his immature behavior, his irresponsible actions, and his infuriating habits. But as soon as she turned away from this man that she once admired, she began to question if he was really as bad as she thought, or was it because he wasn't the man that he used to be? Was she really just angry at the man that left her? Was she being unfair to this man who has tried his best to make things interesting?

As she was finally reaching out to the door of the TARDIS, her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden shout from the old man.

"Clara!" the Doctor shouted with a desperate expression on his face. Ah that face, ever so familiar. He used to wear that face as he sprints towards her whenever there was danger incoming.

"Wait, what?" She thought. The old man was now in front of her spreading his hands in the air, as if shielding her from something. Then it hit her. With a painful scream and jolt, she understood what had just transpired.

"Doctor…?" She gazed at his face. Previously filled with anger, the Doctor wore a fatally painful expression.

He grunted as he struggled to speak. "… Are you alright… Clara?"

Suddenly, a weak voice started behind the Doctor.

"Sontoran Stronx reporting. The Doctor has failed to calculate our concealment method. Assassination complete. The Doctor has fallen. Glory…" Before he finished his sentence, the Sontoran seemed to have fallen down from a staircase. Judging by his silence, he's probably dead. But she wildly wondered where he could have possibly come from.

"Ah, those damn potatoes…" The Doctor smirked as he latched on to Clara's shoulders. "Whether it be from changing the atmosphere or barging in my TARDIS via cannonball, they always seem to have a way on getting my attention."

"Doctor!" she caught him before his knee hit the ground.

"And of all the spots to hit… The kidneys… Really?" The Doctor stood up straight, laughing as if nothing happened.

Clara looked at him with widened eyes. Is he fine now? No… He's not. He can't be.

The man before him emitted a gold aura. She's seen this scene one too many times to be ignorant of what is about to happen. "No. No. No… Not again. Not you, too!" Tears again rolled down her cheeks like waterfall.

It wasn't long until she started regretting what had just transpired between the two of them just a few moments ago.

"Why did I have to say all of that?!" she violently thought. "He's the Doctor just like any other Doctor there was, and there I am, rejecting him!" She covered her eyes out of shame and regret. She didn't deserve to be saved by this man who had just received all of her resentment. Just because he wasn't the man she wanted him to be. And now, there he goes.

"Clara Oswin Oswald…" The Doctor gently grabbed her wrists away from her eyes and cupped her cheek, rubbing his thumb right under her eye. "This is not your fault. Quite frankly, I think it's mine. And you're right… I don't deserve to be called the Doctor… Not after everything I've put you through."

"No…" Clara gasped. "No! I was the one being unfair… I was looking for a man long gone… The Doctor before you emerged from his regeneration. And all I did was push my expectations onto you, and now…" She cupped the hand on her face with both hands. "I'm so sorry… I'm really, really sorry… Doctor…"

He smiled and she knew that smile too well. That's the smile of goodbye. He slipped his hand away from her face.

"No! Please don't change! Please! I swear I'll accept you for the way you are! Please!" She begged, almost on her knees.

"Clara…" The regenerating old man started. "I know that this process is a gamble, and you know that fully well." He winced as he turned away and took his final breath. "So you better put all your chips in, Impossible Girl. This next bet is my last."

He screamed as he raised both of his hand violently towards the TARDIS ceiling. Golden light emitted from his face and sleeves as the roof was blown off.

Clara swore to herself that she will be better this time. She will treat this Doctor with utmost respect and open mindedness. She will not repeat the same mistake ever again.

The regeneration process ceased and the Doctor bellowed in pain.

"Ah!" His white hair was replaced with dark brown hair, but nothing much seemed to have changed from his height and stature. He touched his chin. "Oh my. The chin is rather big again this time, eh? Still got legs. That's good. Oh! Fingers! Those are always good!" He snapped with them and grabbed a strand of his hair. "Okay, that's not fair. Still not ginger."

That voice… That playful mannerism… That's impossible. The new Doctor spun on his heel playfully and revealed his face. Big chin, almost non-existent eye brows, bangs on falling over to his right side… It can't be.

"Oh that's just not fair… That's just not fair, Doctor." Clara slowly shook her head as he approached the "new" Doctor…

"What? What is it, Clara…?" The Doctor raised his right eyebrow as he heard his own voice. He seemed to have realized what had just happened. "But… That's impossible…" He caressed his throat area in disbelief. "Clara, find me a mirror. Now!"

"Uh!" The girl who was just on her knees jolted up and tried to find something reflective. She kept muttering "no" under her breath, which is understandable. She had just witnessed something unbelievable. Finally, she stumbled upon a broken piece of the console and handed it to the Doctor with a smile on her face.

"No way… " he said as he looked at himself and rubbing his chin. "But that's impossible… I've had vanity issues before, but this… "

"Doctor." Clara said softly, as if trying to hold back tears. "Welcome back." She flung herself towards the Doctor. Her Doctor. The impossible had just happened and the Doctor she first met had just returned to her.

For once, that daft old man won something out of his gamble.

Author's note: 'Ello everyone! It's me!

On other news. I'm writing again, fortunately. Hopefully you all will enjoy this coming up story that I'm about to continue. As far as I know we were all pretty sad that Matt Smith left his role as the Doctor, but this is fan fiction. Anything can happen. So I'm just playing at the idea in which he regenerates back to his 11th self and see how it goes.

And also, I am a recent whouffle shipper, so bear with me.