Author's notes
This is my first fanfic, please review and follow if you're interested, sorry that it's a bit short at the moment. I'm going to be adding chapters as often as i can (or until ideas run out).
-Nightwish14
The TARDIS engine hummed, echoing through the dimly lit corridors. The Doctor was pacing around the control consol uneasily, "she's late, why is she late? She's never late!"
The Doctor checked the monitor, but it didn't seem as though anyone had left the house. "This is getting worrying, I hope the great intelligence hasn't come back; but how could he? He was burned up at Trenzalore though. I'll just have to knock."
The Doctor adjusted his bow tie and fixed his hair, he made a fist to knock, but when the door swung, Clara had to pull back to avoid the fist. "Ah! Clara there you are, I got worried. Where were you?" He asked her.
Clara gave the Doctor a serious look. "I'm quitting." The Doctor smiled in disbelief, but then he frowned, "quitting? What do you mean? Why?"
"I do not feel it is safe for me anymore, what happened in Trenzalore, it's all just too unpredictable, I almost died at Trenzalore, I'd hate something bad to happen and for you to have to live with that, walking away seems… safer."
"True but either way, no one just 'quits', no one ever!"
"Well, I'm sorry, but I have; good luck out there." The Doctor looked at Clara with a solemn face. "Farewell Clara Oswald, my impossible girl."
Clara gave a small smile. "Run you cleaver boy, and remember me…"
"Always." The Doctor spun on his heels and walked back to the TARDIS. He bent over the control consol, stressed out and frustrated.
"You be quiet" he said to the TARDIS. "Don't be so mean, I know you didn't like her very much, but there's no need to say 'good riddance', she tried to be nice but you never gave her a chance." The Doctor walked around the consol. "She wouldn't have just quit like that, that's not Clara. I'll have to call a conference meeting."