Hello! I was bored, so I wrote a short little fanfic. And it's Doctor Who! I've never written DW fanfiction before, so I hope it's alright. Although I'm going to miss Matt Smith immensely, I'm excited to see Peter Capaldi take on the role of the Doctor. They actually started filming Season 8 today. Do, yeah, enjoy the story, and please review, follow, and favorite if you enjoyed reading it. Thanks! :D
RavenclawStarkid13
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. I wish I did, but I don't. However, I do own the story plot, and the characterization of the Twelfth Doctor. As we have not seen enough of him yet, I created his personality myself.
Clara and the Doctor were in the armchairs located in one of the many rooms of the TARDIS, both completely silent. The Doctor had developed the habit of sitting there to think, and Clara usually joined him. He did have a lot to think about. Gallifrey was still stuck inside the crack, still calling for help, but both the Doctor and Clara knew they couldn't let them out. It would just start another Time War.
But the Time Lords were persistent. They had managed to open up a crack on the TARDIS, right in the console room. They whispered things, words Clara couldn't understand. She only knew that the words were driving the Doctor mad.
The Doctor didn't need as much sleep as Clara, but when he did sleep, he had nightmares. He would never admit this to Clara, but secretly Clara would check his room constantly while he slept. He was always covered in sweat, moaning softly. She wondered what the Time lords could be telling him. Were they threatening him? Clara couldn't be sure, and she didn't dare ask.
The fire in the little fireplace popped loudly, and Clara jolted from her thoughts. The Doctor was still deep in thought, his eyes closed and head resting against the back of the armchair. Clara smiled. He did this often, closing his eyes, shutting out the world around him, so that he could properly think. This was something the Doctor before him never did.
Clara missed him, the Doctor's old face. She missed his awkward, silly, adventurous personality. This Doctor was different. He was the same man of course, but Clara had still taken time to adjust to him. She didn't trust him at first, especially since the first thing he did was crash the TARDIS.
Clara had grown fond of this new Doctor. He wasn't loud and excited as he used to be, but more serious and composed. He still treated Clara the same, nothing had changed between them, except for the Doctor, of course. The Doctor had changed tremendously. He had a new face, a new personality, but was still the Doctor. But they both remembered who he used to be, and that was all that mattered.
Times change and so must I.
We all change. When you think about, it we're all different people all through our lives and that's OK. That's good. Gotta keep it moving, so long as you remember all the people that you used to be.
-The Doctor
