Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this story. Although some characters are of my own design, I take no credit for the design of the Doctor, TARDIS, or Clara or any previously created Doctor Who characters. This is a work of fiction.
"So Clara, where do you want to go next," exclaims the Doctor as he runs around the TARDIS main control, flipping buttons as he passes by. He seems to flip them randomly but there is a sense of protocol in his actions.
Clara leans back against the railing around the TARDIS main control, making sure to stay out of the way of the Doctor. She is laughing at his antics but at his question, she stops and ponders.
"Hm…I don't know," she replies. The Doctor stops on the far side of the TARDIS and glances over at her.
"Really? You have no idea," asks the Doctor with a bemused expression on his face.
"Well," Clara says as she pushes off the railing and walks over towards him, "What kind of worlds are out there? Give me an idea of what my options are."
The Doctor lets out one curt laugh and says, "Anything! Think of anything!" He begins to pace around the TARDIS pointing in various directions as he proclaims, "How about a world entirely underwater?! Or a planet with seven suns?! Or planets where the currency is jokes…oh wait," he stops with a troubled look on his face, "I'm not allowed back there after last time…didn't realize that chickens are so offended when you question their motives, but anyway…"
He walks back over to Clara and leans against the TARDIS main console. "What's the first place that pops into your head?"
Clara thinks for a moment, hundreds of possibilities rushing through her head. Eventually, she looks up at the Doctor with a smile and says, "Take me to the Amazon."
The Doctor's face changes to that of sight disappointment. "The Amazon…well, not very original but…" He goes to flip more switches when Clara says, "But…not the Amazon."
The Doctor looks back at her and gives her a smile. "You want me to take you to the Amazon that's not the Amazon?"
Clara nods and crosses her arms, "Impress me, clever boy."
The Doctor smiles even wider and gives her a quick salute. He starts running around the TARDIS flipping more switches and soon the TARDIS engines start to sound and the ship jostles around as it normally does. Clara and the Doctor are thrown against the railing but they look over at each other and laugh.
