A/N: A long time ago (I believe it was just after I started writing fanfiction), I discovered that I write better when I listen to music. However, it did not occur to me until a couple of weeks ago that whatever song I'm listening to needs to fit the subject of whatever I'm writing, or I'm going to sit there with a blank screen staring back at me while I sing the words in my head. Examples: Sad scene (such as a character death), listen to either a sad song from the original score or something similiar to Holding On and Letting Go by Ross Copperman. Scene of betrayal, listen to Honesty by Billy Joel or something similiar.
Hopefully, by now you've gotten the pattern. So here's how it's going down. I have made a playlist of random songs on Spotify (I mean random. The thing ranges from "Best Friend" by Toy-Box to "Love Don't Die" by The Fray.) that, at the moment, reaches about 103 songs. I'm going to put the playlist on shuffle and play whatever song comes up first on repeat. I will write a Doctor Who oneshot based on the theme of the song. And then I will post it.
This will happen daily.
Depending on how popular this story gets, I may expand the length. Right now, I'm aiming for 25 days. And feel free to put requests in your reviews! I need some new music to listen to anyway. Toy-Box gets really embarrassing after a while. :/
That is all. Enjoy! :)
"I get a shiver when I see her with those other guys, wearing the jacket I bought, I can't help but lose my temper and I don't know why."
It was an absolutely lovely fall day somewhere in Virginia, and the Doctor and Clara had stumbled upon a small outdoor market. At Clara's request, the Doctor agreed to spend some time there, feeling that nothing could possibly go wrong.
The first stand the two approached was selling apples. Clara was glad to see that the man selling them offered samples and happily accepted a slice of a gala apple. She popped it into her mouth, chewed, and closed her eyes. "Mmm," she hummed appreciatively. She finished her treat and turned to the Doctor. "Doctor, these are delicious. You have to try one."
The Doctor wrinkled his nose. "No, I don't," he contradicted. "Apples are rubbish."
"Oi!" Clara complained, putting on an indignant expression.
The Doctor just grinned goofily and pulled Clara along to the next stall, where he had spotted an array of interesting hats. Clara stood patiently while he browsed the selection, his smile as bright as a child's on Christmas morning. He got a little too excited when he found a fez and accidentally knocked over a display. Clara rolled her eyes and came over to help as the Doctor flailed his arms and apologized profusely. She had to yank him to a kneeling position to get him to finish helping her pick up the fallen headgear.
A few more apologies to the stall owner later, Clara and the Doctor were tromping through the fallen leaves to another stall, this one filled with beautiful flowers for sale. Clara shivered against the brisk fall wind and folded her arms over her chest to keep warm. The Doctor couldn't help but notice her discomfort. "Cold?" he asked her, concerned.
"No, not really," she answered him, lowering her arms to convince him.
The Doctor studied her for a moment, then removed his jacket and wrapped it around Clara's shoulders. She looked up at him and tried to give it back. "Doctor, aren't you chilly?"
The Doctor gently pushed her hands back and helped Clara into the jacket. "Nah," he promised. "You keep it for a while."
Clara snuggled into the jacket. "Thank you," she said sincerely, smiling at him before skipping off toward the flower stall. The Doctor sighed and smiled at his Clara as he followed.
Wait. His Clara? Where'd that come from?
Shrugging off his absurd - no, really! Clara was not his. She was not property! - thoughts, the Doctor arrived just in time to find Clara cooing over some purple chrysanthemums she'd found. "These will look wonderful next to pumpkins, I think," she said. At first, the Doctor thought she was thinking out loud. However, when she shifted her position, he saw a man standing behind the table of flowers.
A young, good looking man.
And by Clara's lighthearted tone, hair flips and small giggles between her words, the Doctor would say she was flirting.
"They'll look even better next to your eyes," the man replied playfully, to which Clara ducked her head. A slight tinge of pink colored her face.
And the man was flirting back!
The Doctor frowned. He needed to send a clear message to this man who Clara really belonged to. And there he went again, comparing her to something he could stake a claim on. But hadn't he already staked a claim on her? By taking her as his companion, hadn't he assumed the responsibility of keeping her protected from aliens and monsters and perfectly innocent - but not entirely innocent - flower sellers? And she was even wearing his jacket, for Gallifrey's sake! That should've sent off a warning bell in the man's head!
Taking a deep breath to control his rage at the audacity of this man, the Doctor wrapped his arms around Clara from behind. "Clara!" he said loudly, hugging her tightly. Clara stumbled in surprise but soon regained her balance, thanks to his hold on her.
The man was startled, and the Doctor could see the disappointment in his eyes. He had to fight to control his smirk. "This your boyfriend, then?" the man asked.
Before Clara could answer, the Doctor spun her around, hugged her close, and pressed his lips to hers. It wasn't a long kiss, but it was hopefully enough to tell the man to back off.
Clara blinked in surprise, and her face had gotten several shades pinker. She cleared her throat awkwardly, looking down at her shoes. The Doctor placed a hand around her shoulders. "Well, would you look at the time! We'd best be off now," he called to the man cheerfully as he guided Clara away from the stall.
When they were out of earshot and almost to the TARDIS, Clara murmured, "I thought you said you weren't my boyfriend."
"Well, I am now," the Doctor replied. They reached the TARDIS, and he fished in his pocket for the key.
Clara leaned against the TARDIS, smirking at him. "I'm okay with that," she said.
The Doctor held the door open for Clara, then went inside after her. "Well," he said as he raced to the console, flipping switches and pushing buttons, "If you want to be my girlfriend, there will have to be a few rules."
"Rules!?" Clara repeated, meeting the Doctor on the other side of the room. "Such as?"
The Doctor grinned, leaned down and lightly poked the end of her nose with his finger. "Such as no flirting with other men while wearing my jacket."
Well, there you go. The song is "Jealous (I Ain't With It)" by Chromeo. I'm guessing none of you have ever heard that artist before. If you're a fan of peppy dance songs, go check 'em out! They get stuck in your head pretty easily, though, so beware. :P
If you liked it, hated it, or wanted to light it up and watch it burn, review and let me know! Now, to go get "Best Friend" out of my head...