A/N: I've been long thinking about writing a sick!Clara fanfic. Here's to the first chapter!
The Doctor was reading The Brief History of Time on the 1st floor of the console room. Seated on his favourite armchair beside the bookshelf just underneath the round things bathing him in blue-orangy light, the Doctor flipped through the pages.
Bored.
Bored.
Bored.
He rolled his eyes as the time lord removed his reading glasses.
Bored.
Read these pages thousands of times, but he had nothing else he could do, not even TARDIS maintenance.
He hated being alone without keeping himself occupied.
He wanted adventure, and with none other than his companion.
Clara…..
He missed her.
The person who was always ready for another adventure.
Why shouldn't he go now? After all, he possessed a time machine.
His very own time machine.
The Doctor snapped the book shut, sat up and placed it and the glasses on the armchair. He flew down the stairs, hurriedly inserted the coordinates to Clara's house, the date, the time and hastily pulled the lever down.
Wednesday it is!
A/N: Chapter 2 coming up soon :)