So, I was bored. I wrote this before class. Terribly short. Review if you'd like something longer, a longer drabble about something else. Or the next Doctor's regeneration. Whatever you'd like. :) Thanks for reading! :)

p.s. I don't own Doctor Who

And that brilliant, golden fire shot right out of his hands and consumed his head. I feared he was dead. I had never seen someone so engulfed in flames before. But, The Doctor, he was special. My mind filled with wonder at the possibilities of what could be happening.

In a few seconds, the fire stopped and a new man stood before me. My heart fluttered, he was gorgeous. But, then fear set in. Where was the Doctor?

"New teeth, that's weird," he said, "So, Barcelona?"

I watched him. This couldn't be the Doctor that I knew .No way. Never.