A.N. New story yay! :D This one's kind of a crossover of real life (Strictly Come Dancing, although the dancer's made up) and fiction, and it's set in the near future where Clara no longer travels with the 11th Doctor. :) Please review, favourite or share my story, it means EVERYTHING to me! Constructive criticism is always welcome too! :3 Thanks, and enjoy :)
Chapter One: A Strictly Start
"What do you mean you got me a place on Strictly?" asked Clara with her cheeky (yet at this moment, slightly confused) smile. The Doctor just beamed back at her, looking slightly smug. "I'm not a celebrity, how can I be on the show?"
"Well, I have a few contacts at the BBC," admitted the Doctor. "And you may not be famous, but you've saved the world more times than all of the other contestants put together! Unfortunately they wouldn't accept that as a reason for going on the show, so as far as everyone's aware, you're a, ah, supermodel."
"Supermodel?" Clara repeated, raising an eyebrow.
"It was that or footballer's wife, and while Rooney was eager, I didn't want to have to arrange the wedding." Clara gave him that I-can't-tell-if-you're-joking look, but the Doctor kept a straight face so she had no idea whether he was telling the truth.
"Well, I guess that's ok then… who am I going to be dancing with?" she asked him.
"Now that, Clara, would be telling."
Clara's palms were sweating as she stood in the line-up of dancers. She'd always wanted to be on Strictly, but she felt so out of place among the others. She fiddled nervously with one of the red sequins on her glittering dress as she heard Bruce Forsyth call her name.
"Clara Oswald, you will be dancing with…" The room sat in silence as her heart beat nervously. Saving the world was scary enough, but knowing that she might end up dancing with Anton Du Beke was the most horrifying feeling she'd ever experienced. She watched as Bruce opened his mouth… "Alexander Volkov!"
Clara felt herself relax with relief as the Russian dancer glided towards her. He wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug and Clara couldn't help but smile as her heart started beating fast again, not with fear, but with excitement. She also noticed that Alexander smelt nice, a little floral, but manly at the same time. She shook her head to clear those thoughts, but felt a jolt of excitement as Alexander took her hand and the two of them left the stage.
The rest of the evening passed in a blur, save possibly the embarrassing big group dance where she was sure she lost her footing several times. Training started soon and she couldn't wait… although perhaps a small amount of her enthusiasm stemmed from the good-looking man she'd be dancing with.