Hi all! I've been writing fanfictions for this site since 2009, but my previous accounts were discovered by my irl friends, and I didn't want them reading my stuff, but if you like this I can link you to my old account where I have a few Doctor Who fics (though some written by me four years ago aren't very good). Anyway, I accidentally found myself in love with this ship and then this idea came into my head. I hope you'll like it!
Clara giggled, clinging to a rail in the TARDIS as she watched the Doctor repeatedly hit the console with a mallet.
"Does that help?" she called out as the tread in her boots once again failed to grip the ground and she slipped across the room.
"I think so!" the Doctor cried back, still banging away.
Clara grabbed the rail she had sailed towards and firmly dug her feet into the grating, "I wish we were there, I can't take much more of this being flung about the place."
The Doctor gave her his goofiest grin and with one final bang of his mallet the room became still.
"Thanks for not killing us!" Clara called to the top of the console with a grin.
She loosened her grip on the rail and headed to the Doctor.
"Where are we?"
The Doctor checked his monitor, "We are on Earth-"
"Earth? That's where we came from, isn't that a little dull?"
"In the year 4014."
"Ooh," Clara grinned. "That's nearly two thousand years into my future. What's it like now?"
The Doctor gestured towards the doors. Clara gave him a quick grin and ran to them, flinging them wide open. She stood still, shocked at what she saw.
The Doctor frowned at her reaction and sauntered forward, looking out at the scene that awaited them. Instead of glorious waterfalls and granny smith green grass that he had expected, they saw a vast and decaying wasteland.
"Are you sure this is Earth?" Clara asked slowly.
"I must have gotten the co-ordinates wrong…."
The pair stepped out of the TARDIS and looked around, they could hear footsteps fast approaching and hurried around the other side of the box to see who was coming for them. There were three young looking men in military uniforms.
"Who are you?" one of them shouted.
"Hello," The Doctor grinned merrily. "I'm the Doctor and this is Clara, we seem to have landed here by mistake, but not to worry, we'll just get back in our box and be out of your hair in no time."
"It's a woman!" the man shouted to the others.
"Grab her, quick!"
"Hey wait!" Clara protested as two of them seized her arms.
"Better take the man too, we might need him, it could make it easier for her."
"Make what easier?" the Doctor asked as the third man prodded a gun into his back, forcing him to walk forward.
"Doctor what's going on?" Clara was clearly alarmed.
"Don't worry, I've got everything under control," the Doctor replied as the gun pressed him onwards.
The men took the time travellers to an underground base, where soldiers ran all around.
"Wait here," one said as the three of them left.
"Where are we?" Clara asked, looking around.
"Looks like some kind of medical area," the Doctor poked a piece of equipment.
"I don't like this," Clara gave him a frightened look.
The Doctor smiled softly at her, taking her in his arms, "It's alright Clara, I won't let them do anything to hurt you."
She returned the hug and then gasped as two frightful looking men in white lab coats entered the room.
"I'm Dr. Whitehall," the larger man announced, "and this is my assistant Dr. Kent."
The Doctor replied, "I'm the Doctor, and this is my companion Clara Oswald."
"I'd like to ask you a few questions," Dr Whitehall said.
"Umm, okay," Clara replied nervously.
"Species?"
"Err… human."
"Age?"
"Twenty four."
"Do you have any children?"
She laughed, "No, of course not."
The two large doctors muttered to each other, "Already twenty four. Are you sure she's still good? Should we check her?"
Clara glanced at the Doctor. He shrugged back, before stepping protectively in front of her.
"May I ask what you're doing?"
"I'm about to scan you both," the assistant responded, pulling out a strange looking, beeping device from his coat pocket.
He ran it from the Doctor's head to toe, and then pushed past him and scanned Clara as well. Checking the results he turned to Dr Whitehall.
"Both in prime physical condition, the man is of particularly good stock. The woman is perfectly healthy and capable."
"Alright," Dr Whitehall grinned. "Time to get on with the procedure."
"Procedure?!" Clara backed up into the wall behind her. "What procedure?"
"Calm now," Dr Kent hushed. "It's not good for anyone if you're so nervous. Relax."
Dr Whitehall pulled a large needle out of his pocket and headed towards the Doctor.
"Hey!" he shouted backing away into Clara. "No need to be so menacing. What are you doing?"
The needle was jabbed into the Doctor, who let out a wallop of pain. Clara's eyes widened as she watched the needle fill up. It was pulled out and the Doctor fell to the ground. Clara started screaming as Whitehall turned to her, jabbing the needle into her skin.
Blinking slowly the Doctor regained his consciousness, he felt something heavy on his stomach and noticed Clara sprawled across him. He nudged her gently to wake her and slowly she came to, sitting up and looking around.
"What happened?" she asked.
"I'm not sure," the Doctor scratched his head. "I don't like not knowing"
He stood up and headed to the door, pushing and pulling he realised it was locked. He banged his fists against the heavy metal.
"Hey what's going on?"
There was a clacking of locks and the door swung open, revealing one of the soldiers who had initially brought them there.
"You are to be held here until it is deemed safe to let you out, food will be delivered to you daily, as well as anything else you may need. You need not ask any questions, nor try to escape. Should you try to escape you will not get far and will be brought back here in total lockdown."
With that he shut the door and locked it again.
"That wasn't very helpful," Clara mumbled.
The Doctor pointed at a window near the ceiling, "We could go out there, there's hardly any soldiers on the surface, I bet we could escape to the TARDIS and find out what's going on."
He sonicked it and grinned as he was able to open in and wiggle out, he reached back in and grabbed Clara's hand, pulling her through after him. Not letting go, the pair ran to their blue box and slammed the doors shut behind them. Suddenly the TARDIS let out a vworp sound.
The Doctor looked up at his machine, "What?"
Suddenly she took off, sending the pair sliding along the floor towards the console. When she finally settled the Doctor looked out the monitor.
"Where are we?" Clara asked.
"Your street…"
"She took me home?"
"Looks like it," the Doctor glanced at his companion.
Her skin was oddly peaky and she looked tired.
"Maybe you should go home and rest," he suggested.
She wasn't opposed to the idea, "But shouldn't I hang around and find out what's happened to us?"
The Doctor waved a hand, "You go sleep. I'll run some tests on myself and let you know the results later."
Clara smiled, "Thanks."
She gave him a hug and he pressed his lips gently to her forehead.
"Call me if you notice any strange side effects," he whispered. "My number's already in your phone."