Mad Man With A Box
Disclaimer: This fanfic was written by a friend who does Not own Doctor Who.
There is a man who doesn't come from earth. He looks normal but he isn't. He has two hearts, and when he dies those hearts help him to regenerate into someone else. Someone he new to travel through the universe savings galaxies and showing off the stars to his friends. He's a time traveler and his ship looks small, but it's bigger on the inside and it's the bluest blue you're ever going to see. He acts like he's been everywhere, and he might have been, but when he takes his friends to a planet it's always a new adventure, always a new enemy to defeat. And he has lots of friends to show them to! He calls them companions and they can be anybody. Sometimes they aren't human either! He had Susan, and Ian, and Barbra, Steven, Vicky, and Katrina, Sara, Dodo, Polly, Ben, Victoria, Jamie, Liz, Jo, and Benton, Sarah, Mike, and Leela, Harry, and Romana, Kamilion, Peri, and Malanie, Grace, and Adam, and Rose, Martha, Donna, Jack, Amy, Rory, River, and Clara. And they all leave. Some of them chose to go when they decide that their time in the T.A.R.D.I.S is done. And some find someone else on their travels. Some forget, and sometimes, rarely, they do die. Now we have Clara, the impossible girl, the human who is scattered through all of time and space saving the Doctor with every regeneration. All eleven of the Doctors have been saved by Clara Oswin Oswald but so few of them remember her. Maybe that's why she's always telling the Doctor to run, run you clever boy and remember me. She does love the Doctor. A few of them have, over the nine-hundred years he's been traveling, and sometimes he returns the favor like with Rose and River. But not with Clara, he sees her as a mystery and the Doctor has always loved mysteries. He has changed though. Every time he dies he changes but this time he changed without dying. His T.A.R.D.I.S rebuilt itself losing is orange walls and funny gears and knobs and replaced them with grey metal and blinking keys and buttons trying to get rid of any traces of the Ponds. He was so sad after they left that he stopped traveling. He took of his tweed jacket and bow tie and parked the T.A.R.D.I.S on a cloud high above Victorian London trying to forget about everything. He stopped saving the world, deciding that the universe was better off without him. Which of course, it wasn't. He stayed there for almost a year before he took that fateful walk that led him past the snowman and past the girl who would die for the second time that very night. Slowly he got better, his hearts stopped hurting so bad when she came onto his cloud. So he went back to his blue box and started flying. From Gallifray, to Trenzalore.