Author's Note: Hey guys! I'm starting a Doctor Who collection of stories that will run somewhat in order (unless it has some timey-wimey stuff in it).
The first time she had woken up, the room was pitch black, and she didn't dare to actually look up or think. Instead she just rested back on the cold, hard ground, and she fell asleep to the now notice thrum of engines.
The second time, she didn't even wake up by herself, it was the movement of her head, and the low, sad whispering of a low voice. Now she was thinking of questions, Who was she? Where was she?, and finally, What was her name? She knew the last one was down right silly, everyone knows their name! Yet, she still pondered the question as the low voice started to become louder and her body started to shake.
"CLARA!" The voice yelled out as he started to lift her up. "CLARA, WHERE ARE YOU?!"
She now remembered one thing, the man's name, well, his fake name, 'The Doctor'. But how did she know his name? Who was he? She cracked her eye open to stare at his face, a sad, strangely alien face. As she stared, there came a new sound from one of the corridors of the now brightly lit room, the sound of resisting feet.
"Oi! I'm coming! Stop shoving, you...!" Came the echoes of a new, girlish voice. Suddenly, a dark brown haired girl emerged from the corridor, wrapped in a strange white... thing. As soon as she came into the room, though, the white thing rushed to grab the girl who was now standing.
"Clara! What did you do?" The Doctor asked his companion.
"I didn't do anything! It was her fault! I was just walking and she led..." The girl stopped hearing the conversation after the white thing reached up and covered her ears. From what she could see, there were a lot of really bad words in the adults' angry conversation.
After a while, The Doctor gestured to her and the white thing uncovered her ears. "What is your explanation about this?"
Clara shrugged her shoulders and simply responded with an "I don't know."
"I have a suggestion," Came a new voice, one exactly like Clara's, "She, of course, is my child, and I should know what happened to her."
"TARDIS?" What are you talking about? What is this about?" The Doctor asked the hologram.
"I am saying that Clara did not do this, I did. I decided that my child should live like you, free to be like a human. So I simply converted her to a human form, perfect for fitting a young TARDIS's soul, and decided that she should be free. Also, do not ask about how she came to form, it is too complicated. For now, I leave her in your capable hands. Her name is Thomas, after a great woman I have in my system, and if she gets hurt I shall hunt you down and kill you in the most painful way. Thank you, goodbye." The hologram responded in a monotone voice.
"Ok! We'll take care of her! Right, Clara?" The Doctor said while slinging his arm around her shoulder.
"Right enough for me!" Clara exclaimed, a scared look on her face.
"'Scuse me. Can I say something?" Thomas asked calmly.
"You're..."
"Is she...?"
"What? What did I say?" The fourteen and a half year old asked.
"Thomas, you have an American accent!" The Doctor exclaimed.
"What's so surprising about that?" Thomas asked casually.
"You're supposed to be British! The TARDIS is British!" Clara exclaimed.
"So, just 'cause she is, doesn't mean I have to be!" Thomas said. "Hey, where's my room?"
"Just go down the hallway, take a right, and it should be on the left across from my room. Clara can show you where it is, since she's so good at exploring." The Doctor said while pointing down a hallway. "Goodnight, Thomas!"
"Goodnight, Doctor." Thomas said before walking down the hallway with Clara.
"One of these days, Thomas will probably call me Dad." The Doctor thought before he sat down in a chair in main room.
Well, that's it, so please review, 'cause I need to know how I did.
(I promise some adventure will come! Just wait 'til next time.
-Thanks, *Wolfy