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"Gone Native" by scheherazade (G)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Gen
Length: 4324 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
myscheherazade
Author Website: AO3
Why this must be read: This is the best kind of crack, even for a fandom where crack premises like "the Doctor regenerates into a cat" are actually kind of canonically plausible. Anyway, read it--it's funny and a little heartbreaking and sweet and features lots of old friends who take this rather pear-shaped turn of events in stride. Also, K-9 can be a bad dog, sometimes.
"I don't want to go."
Not the most noble of last words, in retrospect, but he didn't have long to regret it as the regeneration process turned him inside out. He felt his body dying, changing, molecular structure shattering before snapping back together with the force of collapsing suns.
After, the first thing he noticed was that his clothes were on the floor. That was new. But he wasn't cold. If anything, he felt — well, he didn't really know what he felt. Odd. Definitely odd.
The Doctor stretched his legs, shook out his shoulders. Thinking that he ought to at least cover himself, he reached for his trousers and promptly sneezed. God, what was that all over his clothes? It smelled like...outside.
His senses all seemed sharper than before. Interesting. He needed a good look at himself, to see what else had changed. The closest mirror was by the big wardrobe with his Elizabethan attire, and he set off at a brisk stalk, claws clicking on the metal grille—
Hang on. Claws?
He ran.
...no. No. Can't be!
Staring back at him from the wardrobe mirror was a great big ginger-haired cat.
"Meow," he said, startling himself. But that's impossible! he cried. Or tried to. All that came out of his mouth was a plaintive yowl.
I am so, so, so not a cat person. Except I am.
Well, a cat.
Gone Native
Pairing: Gen
Length: 4324 words
Author on LJ:
myscheherazadeAuthor Website: AO3
Why this must be read: This is the best kind of crack, even for a fandom where crack premises like "the Doctor regenerates into a cat" are actually kind of canonically plausible. Anyway, read it--it's funny and a little heartbreaking and sweet and features lots of old friends who take this rather pear-shaped turn of events in stride. Also, K-9 can be a bad dog, sometimes.
"I don't want to go."
Not the most noble of last words, in retrospect, but he didn't have long to regret it as the regeneration process turned him inside out. He felt his body dying, changing, molecular structure shattering before snapping back together with the force of collapsing suns.
After, the first thing he noticed was that his clothes were on the floor. That was new. But he wasn't cold. If anything, he felt — well, he didn't really know what he felt. Odd. Definitely odd.
The Doctor stretched his legs, shook out his shoulders. Thinking that he ought to at least cover himself, he reached for his trousers and promptly sneezed. God, what was that all over his clothes? It smelled like...outside.
His senses all seemed sharper than before. Interesting. He needed a good look at himself, to see what else had changed. The closest mirror was by the big wardrobe with his Elizabethan attire, and he set off at a brisk stalk, claws clicking on the metal grille—
Hang on. Claws?
He ran.
...no. No. Can't be!
Staring back at him from the wardrobe mirror was a great big ginger-haired cat.
"Meow," he said, startling himself. But that's impossible! he cried. Or tried to. All that came out of his mouth was a plaintive yowl.
I am so, so, so not a cat person. Except I am.
Well, a cat.
Gone Native
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