Birth

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A good amount of the time, Rose didn't muck around on Earth. Most of the time she spent traveling the broken universe looking for wayward souls and keeping the ever increasing mess of troubles from ripping it apart while no one was looking. The rest of the time she tended to her own universe.

If she still had hope of finding her own Doctor, she never would have had the time to actually try, so it was probably for the best that she didn't.

On the bright side, it meant her driving ever improved. Well enough that when something hit the TARDIS, she knew she hadn't just crashed it. Not that would have had long to wonder that, even if she didn't know.

The shattering glass and the sudden flood of energy--so familiar in the back of her mind--spinning around...around the console room or around her? would have made that clear enough anyway.

As would the decidedly naked Doctor sitting suddenly on the other side of the TARDIS.

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One moment, he'd tripped, saw the triumphant smirk of the Sycorax looming above him...and then...

"No! Ohh, no!" Oh, no, no, no. That...that was a record for shortest lived life and he liked his hair and...

Wait.

Something was off.

When did Rose cut her hair?

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Now, she'd dealt with people invading the TARDIS before. And boats likewise. But that was when the shields were down--which they were not--and she'd never seen anything like that. And he clearly seemed to have replaced or grown right out of the hand she'd kept where he was sitting.

...

Considering how long Jack had her own Doctor's hand without a Doctor spontaneously bursting from it, this must have been the warning Ood Sigma meant. A naked Doctor. If she'd been choosing faces, though, she might have went another way.

"You're sitting in glass."

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Oh. He was! And look at that, it left red marks in his skin. Which it shouldn't, because shards of glass weren't usually even sharp enough to noticeably scrape his skin. But the TARDIS didn't usually change so quickly.

"Don't judge the face before I get to see it!" It didn't seem so bad, on preliminary assessment. Close to the one he just had...but he needed a mirror to see properly.

Oh, and clothing, where did his clothes go?