Well hello there!

Many of you would have never seen my writing because I normally write Warrior cats fanfics, which many of you probably have never heard of….

So hello there and welcome to my fanfic! Its my first Doctor who one so please bear with me

Its about the journey of Clara and the Doctor from Trenzalor to Day of the Doctor and so on, this fanfic will take place from The name of the Doctor onwards, and will include the Day of the Doctor.

Maybe it will even go further? I don't know we will see.

Also because I'm a whouffle shipper, it does include whouffle, sorry you non whouffle shippers!

So relax and get comfy and I hope you enjoy! This is my fourth fanfic so I think I've got some experience and please do read and review! They bring joy to me :D

Enjoy xxxx Neon xxx

The Destiny Of The Doctor

Chapter One: A Slingshot out of a time stream

(The Doctor's Time stream: Time: Unknown Date: Unknown)

The Doctor stood, agape at the sight before him. The faint mist swirled around at his feet and swished the dust slightly, he could have stared at that man for years to come, if it weren't for the precious burden he carried. He broke the intense glare with a swift glance at Clara, she was lying dormant in his arms, covered in dust and bruises, looking tired enough to sleep for centuries, but she looked peaceful, and he breathed a sigh of relief with the knowledge she was safe in his arms. He forced the lump of guilt that was forming down, he could feel remorse later, now he had to get her out of here.

When his gaze was lowered down at his companion, his head shot up when his former self spoke at last. "What I did, I did without choice." The man rumbled, his voice old, low and rough. Ironically looking far older than the Doctor, but being a younger incarnation.

The Doctor's gaze hardened, his green eyes burning into the back his echo, hatred, remorse and guilt lighting a flame of reawakened demons. "I know." The Doctor replied through a clenched jaw.

"In the name of peace, and sanity." The man continued.

The Doctor felt fury rise inside him at the man's justification for his actions, the actions that only the Doctor alone knew, because he had committed them himself. But, he did it in all the wrong ways, and had lived as a way of serving punishment for his crime.

"But not in the name of the Doctor.." He snarled, his teeth gritted against each other as he threw on final glare at the back of the shadowed man, and turned away, walking into the darkness, wanting to get as far away as possible from his tortured past.

The burning orange luminance of the faded fires where his past lives existed grew darker, as he trod further away from them, gripping harder onto Clara as he wandered. He didn't know where he was going to be honest, he just wanted to get as far away as he could from that wretched past. He had moved on, what was done was done and there was nothing he could ever do to change what he had done. He had killed them, every single one, every child, every man, every woman. Dead, dead,dead.

Eventually he found it was getting to dark to see, lost in the caves of his time stream. He looked around, listening to the patter of water echoing on the dusty rocks. It was funny that his time stream had taken the form of a cave, old, stale and ancient. Lonely. Just like him. He finally got down on his knees and gently laid Clara down on the least bumpy patch of ground he could find. Taking off his coat, he rolled it up into a ball like structure and placed it under her head.

Then he sat down beside her, cross legged like a school boy, but alert like a guard for a queen. A distant rumble told him he needed to leave the time stream soon, before it collapsed on both of them. He grabbed his sonic screwdriver and began to continuously throw it up and catch it, flipping it while it swirled through the air. He often did this when thinking, he needed a solution and fast. Most likely Clara needed attention too. He suddenly caught his screwdriver and turned to her.

She was curled up like a child, hands under her head and hair messily casted over her face, normally in sleep people flicked their hair away, but clearly her mind was too shattered to summon up the energy to do so. She had just lived thousands of lifetimes in a couple of seconds. The human body wasn't built to survive that, nor was anybody to be honest, no matter what species. He gently flicked away her hair and tucked it behind her ear, knowing she wouldn't do it herself, his hand lingered on her small head, almost wanting to feel the activity her brain was going through to know she was still there.

He drew his hand away and sighed, he was beginning to feel the effects of the day himself, his whole timeline had just been fiddled with and ripped apart to be put back together again, the pain was unbearable. His eyelids flickered and he slapped himself quickly. "Stupid, don't you dare go to sleep in here…" He muttered to himself. "Clara…Clara!" He exclaimed as he reminded himself they needed to get out. Now.

He leapt up, and hit his head with his screwdriver, making it buzz momentarily. "Come on Doctor.. think!"

"If I just reverse the current of my time stream... Then we should get pulled right out…if I can link the TARDIS with our signal…. It would be like an elastic band, pulling us back!" The Doctor rambled, finishing with a little leap of excitement.

He got down beside Clara, and grabbed her hand, along with his coat. He pointed his sonic screwdriver at no direction in particular, and with a quiet murmur of "Geronimo." He pressed the button on it and closed his eyes as a huge green beam of light began to form.

A swirling mass of green sonic energy connected with the screwdriver, and with a zap, the Doctor and Clara were flung into it like a stone on a slingshot.

….

(The TARDIS: Time: Unknown, Location: Trenzalore)

The Doctor opened his eyes slowly, almost apprehensively, his vision focused to show the familiar ceiling of the TARDIS console room. He sighed, letting out a quiet chuckle, and reached out his arms to stroke the floor of his beloved home. "Hey old girl, guess who's back.." He whispered. The TARDIS made a soothing rumble in reply, and the Doctor grinned. "Thanks dear." The Doctor smiled, loving his TARDIS even more for getting them both out of there.

"Doctor?"

His head shot up, in shock and in the process he banged his head on the console. He cried out in pain and rubbed his head, disturbing his head as he slouched to avoid hitting his head again. Carefully, he got to his feet and leaned on the console as he looked around the room. Madam Vastra, Jenny and Strax stood in a shocked semi-circle, staring at him with wide eyes and open mouths. He ignored them for a second, to search for Clara, he looked down at his feet to see her lying, sleeping still. He smiled slightly, at last letting himself relax knowing she was safe in his TARDIS. He then looked back at the shocked trio.

"Hello!" The Doctor grinned, loving their surprise.

"How…" Madam Vastra stumbled for words.

"Oh the TARDIS, sent her a signal, she locked onto it, flung us back like a catapult." The Doctor rambled, his hand stroking his ship lovingly, feeling a deep gratitude for his beautiful ship, who had saved them all again.

"Well…we all survived then, thanks to Clara.." Jenny murmured.

At the mention of her name Clara let out a ear splitting shriek. It echoed off the TARDIS' walls and drummed in the Doctor's ears. He spun around, and flung himself to the floor beside her, forgetting about everyone else instantly, and focusing on his impossible girl intently.

She was thrashing around, knuckles white and clenched, her face pale, sweat growing at her brow, she whimpered pitifully, limbs seeking out something to hold in her subconscious state. He lifted her up in his arms, cradling her like a lost child, staring down at her in horror. Her past lives were filling her brain like a mess of bees swarming inside her head. His worst fear was what about her lives that she was dreaming, he prayed he was wrong, but he knew he wasn't.

She was dreaming all her deaths.

The Doctor lifted her in his arms again and rose, just like in his time stream, he ignored the frantic questions of Strax, Jenny and Vastra and ran down the TARDIS' corridors.

Luckily the room he was looking for wasn't far, the TARDIS must have moved it closer for him, he sent a mental note of thanks to the ship and ran into the room.

He entered a small hospital like room, with clean white walls and a soft white carpet deep enough to sink your toes into, several items of equipment ranging from different sizes and used lined the walls of the room, the Doctor paced towards one, much like a stasis chamber or a MRI scanner, but with a softer interior and a force shield lining the body compartment, it had a soft golden glow and the force field moved much like gentle ripples of water. He laid Clara inside, his hands easily slipping through the golden water like barrier, and placing her on the soft inside.

Once satisfied that she was comfortable he went to the front of the device and punched in some instructions for the device to do. He grabbed a chair and sat beside her, watching, waiting.

After some time Madam Vastra came in, her green scales reflecting the soft golden glow from the chamber, as the room had grown much darker as the TARDIS set the lights to dim as evening drew in. "What did you do?" She asked quietly.

The Doctor ripped his gaze away from Clara, now looking at Vastra. "It's a mental stasis chamber. I'm hoping it will put her brain activity to a lower level, so she can simply sleep without dreaming. But it's also regulating her life levels, her heart was far too frantic and she was burning up."

The Doctor's hearts were frantic too, sick with worry for Clara and guilt churning like a storm in his belly. He was terrified what was going to happen to Clara, she could be dying for all he knew at it was all his fault. He didn't want to know what he would do if she died, he'd probably become a shell, just like with Amy and Rory, but far, far worse, never to emerge again.

"She jumped into my time stream, it tore her into a million pieces, each one, flying along to my timeline to defeat the Great Intelligence, she saved me, all those billions of times, and each time she died to save me, she fought the great intelligence and put right what he put wrong. She…Died so many times for me, and I never knew…She even told me what TARDIS to pick…" The Doctor stopped, unable to go on anymore, his head sunk into his heads as grief and torment raged through his hearts.

Vastra said nothing, she obviously had no clue of how to help the torn Timelord. The Doctor's head was hanging low, hands running through his hair roughly, as he tried to keep a hold on reality. Then, in the evil silence, a single beep sounded. Resonating through the room. The Doctor's head raised slightly, and he stared at the machine with one eye, waiting. Beep. Beep. Beep.

The Doctor slowly rose from his chair, and numbly stumbled over to the device, he stared at the screen with all Clara's vitals and data, a beautiful green line was going up and down, the line of the human heart beat, strong, proud and resistant. Clara was still fighting, and winning.

The Timelord pressed many buttons, reading the data with a lighter heart, he felt his mind come back to himself slowly as he read the encouraging news, Clara was mending, in fact the machine was telling him she didn't need to be in there anymore.

The Doctor slowly reached into the golden shield and lifted Clara, cradling towards his body. Vastra said nothing, and silently left the room. The doctor in a daze of relief stumbled down the corridors nearer the console, until he found a room perfect for what he needed. It was the first door closest to the TARDIS console, it was a large room with medical supplies, food and drinks and a huge bed, with a variety of blankets to choose from. The carpet was very deep and soft, the Doctor flung off his shoes and laid Clara onto the huge bed. Taking off her shoes, and wrapping her up in the covers, he placed the blankets all around her to make sure she was warm, and put her head gently on a soft pillow. This room had just been created by the TARDIS and the Doctor found himself getting further into debt with the ship, but he felt gratitude towards his home.

The Doctor pulled a beanbag up to the side of Clara's bed, having no intention of leaving her, he sat into the beanbag, sinking deep into it, finding it perfect for his childish side. With a last look at Clara, he was satisfied she was fine for now. She was sleeping peacefully and hadn't even uttered a word in her slumber, her mind was at ease and her face looked childlike in its peace.

The Doctor smiled and eventually gave in to the longing of sleep that he had been fighting back for hours now, he closed his eyes and within seconds his head dipped into his shoulder as he sank into the darkness of unconsciousness.

Thank you for reading! Please review and fav and all the love! The next chapter is coming soon!

Neon xxxx