"Doctor!" Clara called, walking out of the control room of the TARDIS. She faced a long hallway. The first room she passed was her own bedroom. Ooh, I've gotta clean up... She thought, closing the door quickly, and straightened the sign on the door that read Clara's Room. She looked around, and saw another door. A clean, white door, that looked as if it was barely ever opened. She walked over to it, and turned the doorknob slowly.
It was the Doctor's room. Well, Clara didn't know, but who else could have lived in the room. There wasn't a bed, just a brown armchair in the corner. There was a bookshelf covered with pictures. There were two of a blonde girl with a smile a mile wide. Then a few of a blonde haired boy and a red haired girl. Clara figured they must be Rory and Amy. There was a picture of a dark skinned girl, and one of another redhead in a wedding dress, standing by someone who looked like her father.
There was also a small pile of letters. One was from Martha Smith, and others from Wilfred Mott, and Jack Harkness. They were in a neat stack, and a few of them hadn't even been opened. Why wouldn't he open them? Clara thought. She had a burning desire to open them, or put them in her pocket, but the Doctor would notice the missing letters. She looked at the books on the bookshelf. There weren't many.
On the shelf above the books, there was a small diary that earned it's own shelf. It was TARDIS blue. It looked very old. Clara thought that if she picked it up, it might just rip apart. And she didn't want to read the Doctor's diary.
She looked at the other furniture in the room. There was a desk, with a small stack of writing paper and a pen. It looked as if he had been in the middle of writing a letter. She knew that she shouldn't read it, but she hat down at the chair by the desk anyway.
Dear Wilfred,
Sorry it took me so long. I've been busy trying to sort out the mystery of my impossible girl...
That was all he had written so far. "His impossible girl?" Clara thought. She huffed, and crossed her arms, and then remembered there was no one in the room with her. She stood up. Above the desk on three hooks hung a TARDIS key on a string and a bow tie (she chuckled.) She looked around, and then her eyes fell on something else in the room. The only other thing in the room.
It was a small wooden table. And on it, stood one thing. A framed picture of a man, a woman, and a baby. The picture was old. So old, that she could barely see that there was writing on the bottom of the picture. She couldn't read it, even though the TARDIS usually translated any language. She didn't recognize them at all. The looked- normal.
Seeing what she thought must've been an old family picture was very strange. A time lord family, that looked- completely normal. It was so odd that she couldn't tell how long she had been standing there, staring at the picture, before she heard, "Clara? Did you call for me? Sorry it took me so long, I was finding my way back. I found something that you might like..."
Clara quickly walked out of the Doctor's bedroom, making it look as if she had just walked out of the console room to await the Doctor.
The Doctor looked happy, excited, even, as he walked down the hall. Clara took one more quick glance at the door to the room she had just left, knowing more than ever that she would never, hard as she try, know all of the Doctor's secrets.
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