Hello everyone! :) It's been a while since I've written anything, but I'm back :)
This fic was inspired by a shirt I saw online (see it here - people/nyuszi/works/8969935-a-mad-man-in-possession-of-a-blue-box?p=t-shirt&ref=shop_grid ). For anyone who can't see it, it reads "It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a mad man in possession of a blue box must be in want of a companion". I just love the shirt, (saving up!) and I thought it might make an interesting premise for a fic ^-^ So read on, and let me know what you think :D
Update coming soon!
L_M_D
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife
Elizabeth Dashwood sighed as she looked up from the book absent-mindedly. Her eyes drifted around her flat, which looked conspicuously empty.
It had been a week since her boyfriend of over five years had left, taking most of their joint possessions with him. Since then, numbness had set in and life had continued as normal. Until today. With the prospect of an entire day off work, Elizabeth found she suddenly had nothing to do without him.
And so she had turned to Austen. With her favourite book in hand, and a cup of steaming hot tea in front of her, Elizabeth found herself enjoying the prospect of being alone. Curling her feet up underneath her, she reopened Pride and Prejudice and lost herself in the world of 1813.
Five billion and a half light years away, the Doctor whooped as the TARDIS made a quick, if somewhat erratic, flight away from a slightly perilous situation involving some Daleks, a rogue Cyberman, a Hath, and a surprising amount of peanut butter.
He span around, ready to laugh with Clara about the absurdity of the situation, and was greeted, yet again, with the emptiness of the TARDIS.
It had been a week since she had left, he guessed, but he still wasn't used to life without her there. The Doctor's mood dampened slightly, and he turned back to the console with a sigh. The TARDIS hummed in companionship, although the Doctor suspected she was secretly glad of the absence of his Impossible Girl.
He set some coordinates and the TARDIS wheezed into life. He'd go to Cardiff, fill up the TARDIS on the rift, maybe even visit Jack. What was it they called it on Earth? A vacation. He'd take a vacation.
The TARDIS landed, more gently than usual. She must be picking up on his moroseness, the Doctor reasoned. He sighed once more to the empty room, and swung out of the door.
Jack came running up to him almost the moment the Doctor opened the TARDIS door.
"The amount of noise this old girl makes, of course I was going to come running!" he'd laughed. "I could hardly miss it, could I? Nice bowtie, by the way. What brings you to Cardiff?" He winked.
"Nothing. Really. Just, you know, a vacation."
It was then that Jack noticed the absence of anyone else outside the TARDIS, and the sadness that the Doctor could never quite hide.
"Come on," he said, with as much enthusiasm as he could muster. "You need coffee. Good, strong coffee."
"I think I'd rather have tea…" the Doctor protested weakly as Jack clapped an arm around him, and dragged him away.