NOTE: I wanted to write a short story about the Twelfth Doctor and his Guitar, here's what I got.


The TARDIS control room hummed its normal alive noise as the spinner above the console twirled around, clicking and buzzing. Books scattered the stairs and upper levels along with some chalkboards, tables, bookshelves and chairs. But apart from all this, there was nothing else, not even a pilot... Where was the pilot?

An echo came from down the many infinite corridors of the ship, it sounded electronic. More noises rang around, all in different tones, they seemed to be in a rhythm. The rhythm then became louder until footsteps could be heard wandering closer and closer to the console room. Suddenly, the shadow of the pilot loomed into view before the Doctor jumped round a corner, in his Crombie jacket, holding his electric guitar and playing 'Johnny B. Goode'. He pranced into the control room and ran up around the console.

"Go, go! Go Johnny go, go! Go Johnny go, go, go! Johnny B. Goode!" The Doctor sang as he skidded on his knees as he kept the beat going on his instrument, but suddenly, the TARDIS doors swung open and in stepped Clara Oswald, carrying a lot of unmarked history books. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the Doctor's dance moves, still playing Johnny B. Goode. He caught Clara in his vision but dismissed her for a second, but soon realised.

"What are you doing?" The school teacher asked

"Being Goode" The Doctor smiled, innocently.