InsaneJournal

They’d gotten him back to the TARDIS, he couldn’t believe he hadn’t seen it.  He’d been so happy to see Rose again, that all he could see was her, all he could do was run to her.  And then the Dalek shot him.  It hurt, it hurt so much.  He was dying, he could feel it.  He remembered the look on Rose’s face the last time this happened, the hurt, the confusion.  He wasn’t sure he could deal with that again.

”It’s starting”, he said, looking at the shimmer start in his hand.  Donna, was so confused.  She had no idea what was happening.  But, he didn’t have the energy to explain.  He had to let Jack and Rose explain it for him. 

His companions backed away from him as it started.  As he died, and the regeneration energy started shimmering around his body.  Ready, to fix him, cure him, change him.

Yet, as the regeneration energy coursed through him, all he could think was not now.  I’ve only just found her again.  I can’t lose her, not again.  And then he remembered, his hand.  The handy spare hand that had been cut off just after his last regeneration.  And as soon as he finished healing, he siphoned off the rest of the energy into the hand.  Now he wouldn’t change.  He wouldn’t go.  He didn’t want to go.

And he wouldn't, except as the regeneration energy faded and he could see again, he realised he wasn't in the TARDIS anymore.  And surrounded by people he didn't know, and was that snow?
"Rose?"  He shouted into the blizzard.  "Jack?  Donna?"
There was no reply, and he began to worry.  How did the Daleks get him out of the TARDIS, she wouldn't have allowed a teleportation device to take him.  But, what else could it be, some form of temporal distortion maybe.  He pulled out his sonic screwdriver and started scanning the area.  If it was a device he should be able to reverse the process and get back to Rose.  If not, well he was good at thinking on his feet.