by twetwe123 [Reviews - 0]

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The last Doctor lay dying, out of regenerations, his hands clasped in his companion's- twelve figures before his eyes, twelve voices in his ears.

"Hmm? Doctor who?"
"You can't change what I look like without consulting me!"
"One of me, to be precise."
"One last hope..."
"Brave heart!"
"Carrot juice? Carrot juice? Carrot juice?!"
"...kill her."
"Don't tell anyone I said this... I'm not sure.
"Hush! Keep calm, stay still..."
"Will you never leave me alone?"
"A good deed lasts forever, remember that."

The Doctor's body relaxed. His old selves faded away. And finally, so did he.