This is my first fanfiction. Please don't hate on it.
Disclaimer: I don't Doctor Who, I don't own the characters either.
Clara and the Doctor had just returned from yet another successful adventure while saving the world.
"So, how'd like the jungle adventure?" He asked
Clara shrugged "the jungle was beautiful but I really didn't enjoy being attacked by clans of blue tiger people. But other then that it was fun." She smiled.
"Yah I'll remember that for next time. So next Wednesday (or any Wednesday) same time, same place?"
"Yup! Same time, same place!" Clara headed for the doors as they opened and left the TARDIS. The Doctor set the controls so that the TARDIS would just drift in the time vortex. He wandered through the halls a bit but the Doctor -being the Doctor- got bored. So he decided to go back to the control room and cheat his way to next Wednesday. But when he tried to go back he was met with a dead end.
Hmm. He said to himself. I must be going the wrong way. So he turned around and started walking in the opposite direction. He found himself face to face with a door. He turned around and saw that he was a circular room with doors along the walls.
"Are you trying to trick me?" He asked the ship. When he didn't get a response (or a hum or whatever sound the TARDIS makes when it responds) he sighed heavily and tried a door. It swung open with ease and the Doctor stepped inside. He wasn't watching where he was going so he fell into a pool. He resurfaced and climbed out.
"I thought I got rid of that!" He complained spitting out a mouthful of water "Stupid ship." He muttered. With that there was a shift of gravity and he went flying out of the room and hit a wall with a satisfying bump. The gravity returned to normal and he was able to get up again. He found a different door and opened it, this time being more cautious about where he was stepping. He found a bed and on it lay a dry outfit for him to put on. So he changed and then noticed that there was no bowtie to accompany it!
"WHAT?! But wait! Where's the bowtie? Give me my bowtie!" He growled at the TARDIS. A single, perfectly tied bowtie fell into the palm of his hand.
"That's better." He said putting it on. He exited the room and chose a different one. This one was a library. But these books weren't ordinary books; they were books about his memories. There was a book for every year in his life, every companion he had, likes and dislikes of all his generations and so on. He turned for the door but it slammed shut before he could reach it. He jiggled with the nob but it was locked so he reached for his sonic screwdriver… which wasn't in his jacket. The Doctor's face fell. Damn it! It must be in my other coat! With that he turned away from the door and sat on the couch provided for him.
Hello everyone!
I do realize that this is a short chapter. I couldn't decide on how to separate it so that the story would flow better so I chose to start a new chapter to do so. I promise the next chapter will be longer. Reviews are always welcome just please refrain from rude or harsh comments. Also, I will try and update often. I'll let you go now. See you next chapter!
-Cupcaki