Doctor Who - fic - Nice New Curves, Ten, Eleven, Doctor/TARDIS, Jack/Eleven, PG-13/12
Title - Nice New Curves
Author - laurab1
Characters/pairings - Ten, Eleven, Doctor/TARDIS, Jack/Eleven
Rating - PG-13/12
Length - 480 words
Spoilers - to DW 4.13 Journey's End
Summary - A slight mishap, with a regeneration (I'm sure you can work it out, from the title ;) )
Disclaimer - alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Nice New Curves
by Laura
Shot in the hearts, several times, with a very big gun, by an alien whose species he hadn’t managed to identify, and travelling alone. Perfect time to die, and regenerate, then.
And promptly pass out, of course.
***
When he eventually awoke, and heaved himself up off the TARDIS’ floor, the Doctor was aware of several things:
1. He was shorter
2. The Converse were now far too big
3. His ship was quite possibly laughing at him
4. His suit didn’t fit, it was too tight, across his chest, which really didn’t follow...
So he looked down. New boobs, of all things. “That’s weird,” he said, in the same tone of voice he’d used for weirdness over new teeth. Except, this time, it came out rather higher. At least the accent was roughly the same, maybe a little more BBC English.
A buggered-up regeneration, then, somehow. Well, it could certainly be interesting, the Doctor thought, reaching up a hand, and finding long hair on his head. Oops, her head. “Better see what I look like as a woman, then,” she said. “And find some more suitable clothes.”
Before the TARDIS went to Cardiff, of her own accord, and straight into the Torchwood Hub. That would no doubt be followed by Captain Jack bloody Harkness and his libido (it is a entirely separate thing, itself sentient) wandering in, grinning lasciviously and making some comment about dressing in drag. Because the ship was definitely laughing now. And possibly thinking about doing that very thing.
“Shut up, you,” the Doctor said, pretending to glare at the console. “And the wardrobe room not being too far away would be considerably appreciated, thank you very much.”
***
The ship obliged.
When the Doctor had looked in the mirror, and managed to finish grinning about the fact that he... she was finally, at long last, ginger (and stop twirling her hair with her fingers), she said, “Clothes maketh the woman. Better get myself sorted, hadn’t I?”
Very nice new boobs, and very nice curves, she discovered, stripping off, running her new, smaller hands over them. “Clothes!” she then forcibly reminded herself.
***
Hours later, the Doctor had settled on some lovely silk underwear, a long-sleeved white t-shirt, a denim mini-skirt, with knee high boots and a three-quarter length trench coat, both in black leather.
“Perhaps I should go to Cardiff, anyway,” she considered, looking at her reflection. “Then it’s out of the way.”
What was the Captain’s reaction to this new form going to be?
***
Jack, being Jack, did of course take it all in stride.
Then he took the Doctor to bed, in the TARDIS.
Well, in the TARDIS’ console room.
Up against one of the coral struts.
As he kissed, stroked and caressed her body, the Doctor forgot about Jack being wrong, and just focused on feeling.
This new body would be very interesting indeed.
-end-
Note - on my brother’s and medie’s suggestion, girl!Eleven is played by Gillian Anderson ;)
Author - laurab1
Characters/pairings - Ten, Eleven, Doctor/TARDIS, Jack/Eleven
Rating - PG-13/12
Length - 480 words
Spoilers - to DW 4.13 Journey's End
Summary - A slight mishap, with a regeneration (I'm sure you can work it out, from the title ;) )
Disclaimer - alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Nice New Curves
by Laura
Shot in the hearts, several times, with a very big gun, by an alien whose species he hadn’t managed to identify, and travelling alone. Perfect time to die, and regenerate, then.
And promptly pass out, of course.
***
When he eventually awoke, and heaved himself up off the TARDIS’ floor, the Doctor was aware of several things:
1. He was shorter
2. The Converse were now far too big
3. His ship was quite possibly laughing at him
4. His suit didn’t fit, it was too tight, across his chest, which really didn’t follow...
So he looked down. New boobs, of all things. “That’s weird,” he said, in the same tone of voice he’d used for weirdness over new teeth. Except, this time, it came out rather higher. At least the accent was roughly the same, maybe a little more BBC English.
A buggered-up regeneration, then, somehow. Well, it could certainly be interesting, the Doctor thought, reaching up a hand, and finding long hair on his head. Oops, her head. “Better see what I look like as a woman, then,” she said. “And find some more suitable clothes.”
Before the TARDIS went to Cardiff, of her own accord, and straight into the Torchwood Hub. That would no doubt be followed by Captain Jack bloody Harkness and his libido (it is a entirely separate thing, itself sentient) wandering in, grinning lasciviously and making some comment about dressing in drag. Because the ship was definitely laughing now. And possibly thinking about doing that very thing.
“Shut up, you,” the Doctor said, pretending to glare at the console. “And the wardrobe room not being too far away would be considerably appreciated, thank you very much.”
***
The ship obliged.
When the Doctor had looked in the mirror, and managed to finish grinning about the fact that he... she was finally, at long last, ginger (and stop twirling her hair with her fingers), she said, “Clothes maketh the woman. Better get myself sorted, hadn’t I?”
Very nice new boobs, and very nice curves, she discovered, stripping off, running her new, smaller hands over them. “Clothes!” she then forcibly reminded herself.
***
Hours later, the Doctor had settled on some lovely silk underwear, a long-sleeved white t-shirt, a denim mini-skirt, with knee high boots and a three-quarter length trench coat, both in black leather.
“Perhaps I should go to Cardiff, anyway,” she considered, looking at her reflection. “Then it’s out of the way.”
What was the Captain’s reaction to this new form going to be?
***
Jack, being Jack, did of course take it all in stride.
Then he took the Doctor to bed, in the TARDIS.
Well, in the TARDIS’ console room.
Up against one of the coral struts.
As he kissed, stroked and caressed her body, the Doctor forgot about Jack being wrong, and just focused on feeling.
This new body would be very interesting indeed.
-end-
Note - on my brother’s and medie’s suggestion, girl!Eleven is played by Gillian Anderson ;)