This first chapter is a lead into the rest of the story. No Amy or Rory, no mention of River ever existing (no offense to her, I love her, she's one of my absolute favorites). Eleventh Doctor and his new love (can't tell you her name until the very end). She was based almost 100% on my muse. Doctor's POV. Enjoy!
I've been alive for almost a thousand years, regenerated ten times, been all through time and space, met the Queen of England, faked death, played a human, defeated the Daleks and the Silence, and more. I've looked death in the face and didn't flinch. I smiled at it, in fact, tempting fate. I'd never been afraid of dying. Of others dying, yes. I hate it when others die because of me. But other than that, I've been called fearless.
I've never been so utterly terrified in all my life.
All because of her.
She was sweet, beautiful, caring. Her eyes were a deep, soft blue, her hair going just past her shoulders in gentle blonde waves. She couldn't weight more than 110 pounds, standing at 5'6", and when she smiled, the whole room lit up. Innocent. Nothing to fear from the pure embodiment of innocence, right? Wrong.
She wasn't aggressive, she wasn't passive. She was balanced in between. She worked for the FBI, and she carried a gun. I don't like weapons, but I couldn't picture her without it. She was a fighter, but she mourned the loss of life as I did. She was so calm, but quick-tempered, and if you tried to hurt the people she loved, she'd be on you faster than light. She loved the whole theory of time as a non-linear event, like it was a big knot of stuff. Of course she was as close to right as a human could be.
She had a father, mother, brother, the whole movie family. Her brother, Jake, had a little daughter when he was "fooling around" with his girlfriend, who later become his wife, when he was 17. She thought her niece, Tasha, was the most adorable thing in the world, and you could tell that Tasha spent more time with her aunt than her mother. And why wouldn't Tasha want to be around her aunt? Her aunt was wonderful, and happy almost all the time. Her aunt would sneak around and take Tasha to things her mother hadn't wanted her to go to, but Tasha was perfectly safe with her aunt.
And I didn't realise why I was so terrified of a solitary human woman until this moment. Looking down on her, sitting at her desk, writing away about something I wasn't concerned about, her humming tunelessly, I realised.
I loved her. I was in love with a human. In love with her undoubtedly. How had it gotten to this?
Oh, Clara Wildman, why you?