Time And Time Again

Chapter One- An Unexpected Thought

The Doctor grimaced with pain as he pushed the button on the TARDIS control panel. 'Ugh,' he thought to himself. 'I am getting old.' From appearances, that wasn't exactly true. He looked as good as ever- blue eyes still alive with laughter, skin without a wrinkle, straight, shoulder- length brown hair glimmering in the light. If one didn't know better, they might call him a punk. An 18-year-old punk. Jeans, a baggy t-shirt, the works. He recalled with amusement how he'd had to barricade the TARDIS doors against something a lot more scary than Ghengas Khan's hordes- teenage girls. Shaking with silent laughter, he was brought back to reality by a sudden stab of pain in his back. Sitting down on the couch beside the TARDIS console, he sighed. 'No delaying the inevitable,' he thought. 'So what do I do now?' For the Doctor was not young, not remotely. He was dying.