Hi everybody, DrKaiserchief here but you can just call be Kai, or Doctor, your choice but remember, I don't have a bow tie. Anyway I'm rambling, this is my first fic that I've released online, and I need all the advice that I can get! I will update this story as regularly as possible (if I get good reviews) but I'm not going to promise a specific schedule. Anyway, if you read through the first chapter and think that the story feels a bit disjointed and rubbish, don't worry, I thought that too, but I implore you to at least read through the second chapter, which I personally think is much better than the first. I might even rewrite the first chapter at some point. I'm rambling again. Above all, please please please enjoy the story and thank you for reading. If you could leave a review then that would be amazing!
Oh 1 more thing, I'm English so I will be using UK English, so don't expect any 'zee's in 'organise' ;)
Clara feels like she's met him a thousand times but knows that's absurd. She's met the Doctor once and only once, when the Wi-Fi was used to attack the people of the nation, sealing their minds within a database. She tells herself this every day, but still can't shrug off the feeling that she has known this mysterious, wonderful man for much, much longer.
As companions they've had their fair share of dangerous encounters, the ghost in the house that turned out to be a future time traveller trapped in a bubble universe, that disgusting red parasite that feasted on the body and mind of Mrs Gilliflower, and most recently the Cybermen, the only race more intent on upgrading their hardware than mankind themselves. They had seen the good and the bad, the beautiful and the ugly. They had travelled to planets far and distant stars, traversing the fabric of time and space as though it were a path from one reality to another. She had seen so many wonderful things whilst travelling with this man, and it had all brought them to this point in time and space. Her house, 2013.
A loud creaking noise startled her, stealing her away from her thoughts. She had been laying in bed, remembering the times gone by. Her bed was comfy, her walls pure white and calming. Remembering the noise she quickly blew out the candle and turned on her light. Approaching the door, she reached out to grab the handle when there was a loud knocking on her window.
She gasped, eyes wide with terror as she turned to face the window. Her terror quickly changed to relief at then anger at the sight of the Doctor's face looking through the window.
"Hello" he said cautiously, knocking again for good measure, "can you let me in now? It's rather cold and the sonic screwdriver won't work on bolts."
"Are you gonna do this every time? Just turn up at my window and expect me to just leave and jump back into your snogging booth?" Clara retorted irritably, it was the first she'd heard from the Doctor since he'd dropped her and the kids off following the slight Cyberman incident. She couldn't stay angry at him for long though, his goofy face couldn't help but make her smile. "Ok hold on I'll…" She was interrupted by another, much louder creak. It was definitely coming from the bottom of the stairs. Clara turned to face the door, feeling all of the colour drain from her face out of terror. She began to step towards the door, when the Doctor shouted.
"Clara stop, I know I always tell you not to do things and you find it boring but if there's one thing that you definitely should not do, it's to open that door!"
"Err, why?" Clara responded. Right now the Doctor was scaring her more than the creaking. There it was again, the creak was louder this time. No, not louder. Closer. "Doctor, help!"
"Clara." He said ominously, "There's something at the bottom of your stairs." Her piercing eyes stared back at him, they were wide with fear. "Now let me in, I'm freezing and there's an adventure in there. You know I love an adventure. And how do you expect me to be clever when it's, so, cold?!" This made her smile.
The Doctor is back.
She dashed to the window, opening it deftly, the window was large, but it swung open to a small angle, so it took a few seconds for the Doctor to squeeze his frame through.
"Clara! Clara" he exclaimed happily, pulling her into an embrace. "Has anything happened? What have they done to you, what's going on?" The Doctor muttered, looking her over.
Clara pushed him away lightly, "Doctor I'm fine, nothing's happened!"
"Ah yes… sorry."
"You mentioned something about a thing on my stairs?" Clara inquired, "what's going on?"
"Yes yes, of course, the thing is that there's always been something at the bottom of your stairs. At the bottom of everyone's stairs rather. People always say that they feel like they're being watched when they're walking up the stairs. Well guess what?" He spun around, looking way too happy. "There's always something there. There's always something watching you. In the corner of your eye."
Every one of Clara's hairs felt like it was standing on end. She had goosebumps all over her arms and up her legs. Could it be true? Is there really something there? "Okay… So what is this thing at the bottom of the stairs?"
"Ahh, well! The thing is, I don't know."
Clara cocked an eyebrow, "You're gonna go look at it aren't you?"
"Yep"
And with that he twizzled round again, and headed for the door. "Wait, I'm coming with you Doctor!"
He turned and looked her in the eyes, staring into her soul. Those eyes, she felt weak at the knees looking into his eyes, but she ignored it, tearing her eyes away from his. "Whatever's down there it could be extremely dangerous and likely very hungry. I don't want it to think you're its food, like I'm giving it an apple tart or…" He racked his mind for another option, "or some fish-fingers and custard." He beamed at himself as Clara stared back at him like he was mad.
"You know what I'm not even gonna ask", she said, "I'm coming with you."
A worried look appeared on the Doctor's face, his brow furrowing. "I can't stop you?"
"Nope, my house, my rules. I'm the boss remember?"
"Yeh you're the boss, wait no no I'm the boss! I'm more than a thousand years old, I'm the boss!" His words fell on deaf ears, Clara just smiled cheekily, raising her eyebrows, and turned the handle.