Hi there everyone! I haven't written anyhting in a while due to the fact that I had my first year exams for my first semester took place so I had writers block due to revision. This is the first story idea I had in a while. For the purpose of this story, Danny either somehow survived series eight or he has been rescued from death, either way he's in it because I can't bear to think he's dead... Anyway enough of that! Let me introduce my new story, 'Be careful what you read.'! The first two chapters shall go up this week and then one chapter should go up each week after unless there is a particular reason for more than one going up at once...Please review and tell me what you think, I really want to improve my writing style.
"Just one...please!" Clara pleaded. The Doctor stood firm.
"No."
"Please." She batted her eyelashes, it worked on Danny.
"No." The Doctor folded his arms. Danny smirked. "Some help you are!" she threw the jibe at her boyfriend who folded his arms in response and grinned, mimicking the timelord.
"Why can't we go to a ball?" Clara pouted at the spaceman who screwed his face up.
"I hate dancing." He answered in a tone that really should have been followed with a tongue sticking out in her direction. Clara pointed an accusing finger at the Doctor.
"You used to love dancing, you were terrible and didn't really like to dance with others, but you loved it!"
The Doctor shrugged. "Well I don't like it now and besides, you and P.E will spend the entire evening in your own little world. I'm not a taxi!"
"Should I find you a date then?" Clara replied sarcastically. The Doctor spat out his response.
"Certainly not! Ugh dating, all those pleasantries! Who likes them anyway?" He turned away and played with buttons on the console.
"Well I like them for a start!" Clara answered and got a harrumph in response from the Doctor.
"If it makes it better we could go to a ball in the future instead of the past. That way you could admire all the interesting gadgets while me and Danny dance the night away..." Clara smiled as the Doctor's ears pricked up. Danny moved closer to Clara in hope.
"You could invite Vastra, Jenny and Strax along for fun..." The Doctor's head lifted up from playing with his ship. Clara had him alright.
"How does 61st century on the moon sound?" He sighed. Clara grabbed the Doctor in a hug which he awkwardly stood for the duration of. "Thank you! Come on Danny, we need to get dressed up for this!" She yanked Danny off in the direction of the wardrobe in the TARDIS. Danny shook his head,
"How do you do that?" Danny asked as he was led along a corridor.
"He's like a child, give him toys and play mates and he's sorted." She replied.
An hour later Clara and Danny found themselves in a glittering ballroom filled with beings of all creeds, most Clara had never seen before. The Doctor had skulked off to the power room of the building that he had mentioned in passing was the ambassador's house for the Jupiter colony on the Earth's moon. Clara didn't listen to the rest of the Doctor's spiel as she was whisked away by Danny to the Dance floor in a waltz. The evening passed in peace with Danny, Clara, Jenny and Vastra all dancing and the Doctor and Strax far from where they could interrupt aforementioned dancing. In fact Clara was a little bit disappointed by the future, no problems, just peaceful dancing, not that dancing with Danny was bad. The group all met up again and were about to enter the TARDIS when an American voice shouted to them, and the Doctor froze.
"Hey Doc' wait up! Doc'? Where are you? Doc'!"