I actually cannot believe that I am doing this.

This is my first multi-chapter Doctor Who fic (to be uploaded). I have written a few one shots. I am actually really excited for this.

The beginning of this idea was to do it as a company, because I am an accounting student and I know a lot about business. but then the whole idea changed to a newspaper, to which I know nothing about (I only do now because of trawling through the internet).

I hope you enjoy.

This is rated T for language.


5th January

If there was one thing that she would always remember her mum saying, it was that being on time was being late, she should always try and be there 5 minutes beforehand. Clara looked at her watch before trying to weave through the people. She was, for once, late.

It didn't help that she didn't really know the area or foresee that everyone would want to get on the same tube as her at the same time or that some rude business man would push her out of the way so he could get on before the doors closed.

She was always learning. She had already made a note that she needed to leave ten minutes earlier than she did today. What a great impression she was going to make to her new boss.

If Clara was being honest with herself, the job wasn't what she wanted. As an English graduate, there was very little she could do with the degree that she had poured her heart and soul into. She wasn't too fussed about becoming a writer, well she could never live up to the high standards that Jane Austen achieved. If anything, she would have loved to become a teacher but she was desperately in debt and her stepmother told her that she should get out into the working world. Her dad agreed with the old cow.

And so that led to Clara Oswald walking to her first day, in the typical rainy British weather, late, towards Gallifrey.


Clara went straight to the front desk and asked where she was meant to be going. There were many different newspapers in the building and she didn't want to walk into the wrong room. She was given a fob to get in and out of the building with and told to go to the 12th floor.

She quickly jumped into the lift before the doors closed.

"Where you headed?" The woman said in the lift.

"12."

"Hey same." She shouted. "Are you the new writer?"

Clara nodded.

"Amy." She said holding out her hand.

"Clara." She said, shaking her hand.

The doors of the lift pinged open.

"Come on, I will show you around."


Amy had shown her where the kitchenette and the loos were on the floor before taking her into where they all worked.

"Hey everyone, this is Clara, the new writer." Amy shouted as she entered the room.

They all turned and looked at her while shouting a hello.

"Okay, so you have my wonderful husband, Rory, on business."

A man in plaid shirt turned back to her and gave her a wave. To Clara, he didn't really look like the sort of person that would do the business section. It just seemed weird to see the face behind such great articles.

"And the other guy is Jack. He is our sports guy." Amy dropped her voice. "There is a 101% chance he will flirt with you. If it makes you feel uncomfortable, please tell him because he will stop."

"Amy, were you just telling her how handsome I was?" Jack shouted.

Amy just rolled her eyes at him. He pushed on his chair and moved in front of them.

"My name is actually Captain Jack Harkness."

"Captain of what?" Clara said, trying to play his game.

"Wouldn't you like to know."

She knew that he would be trouble. Not that she was going to get involved with him. She was strictly on no work place romances. She had seen them go horrible wrong. Her work life and her private life were going to remain separate.

"You have Martha over there on health and science and Donna is next to her on technology." Amy gestured over to her left. "And over there is Rose on entertainment and River on world news. And that is everyone in here. Obviously you have the Doctor as our editor." She looked up at the clock. "And he will come in, in 3, 2, 1."

And on her cue, an older gentlemen walked into the room. He was the most sharply dressed out of them all. They seemed to be dressed quite casually while he was there in a grey suit and a white shirt.

"Right, I know it is the first working day of the new year but realistically we didn't stop. Now I want to get a few things correct. Martha, you are on the story of the Ebola nurse. Rose, you are doing about the Hobbit being a great success. River about ISIS. Jack, I am hoping you saw the Man city game last night. Rory … good old Rory, you are on about the election threat to businesses. You should see what the new writer writes about. Try not to repeat the same things as she does. Donna you are on the drone that taught itself to fly. Am I right?"

They all gave him nods and a yes.

"Oh and Amy for you, apparently it is divorce day. I have no idea what that is about but a short part from you about that would be brilliant. Now just if the new writer could turn up about now we will be flying."

"She already is here." Amy pointed to Clara, who was standing just behind him.

He turned around to her and Clara came face to face with the notorious editor of Gallifrey. She had heard many rumours about him, not many of them were good.

"You should have been in my office five minutes ago."

Great! My first day and I have already been told off by a man that is called The Fucker behind his back.

"You can blame that on me." Amy defended her. "She was in the lift with me and I said I would show her about."

The Doctor stayed staring at her and Clara tried to hold his gaze but ended up looking away. His bright blue eyes looked as though they were looking into her soul and she tried not to shiver at the thought of it.

"See what is happening with Labour." He ordered. "It is the second day of campaigning. I am sure you will find something to write about. Has Amy told you about the deadline?"

Clara shook her head.

"I need something on my desk by midday, but as it is your first day and it is already gone 9, you can have till 1 or otherwise it will not make the cut for tonight's paper. Got that?"

Clara just nodded as he left the room. If anything, she felt rather overwhelmed with what just happened. She walked over to the empty desk opposite Amy and sat down before starting up the computer in front of her.

"You will get used to it."

"Will I?"

"The first thing you need to do is forget the rumours. Once you get to know him, he is nothing like they say he is. Too many people have seen the bad side of him to paint a good picture of him."

"Why just Labour?" Clara questioned.

"Why are you pro Conservative then?"

"No, I just didn't realise that it was a pro Labour paper."

"The Doctor has always been pro Labour. One of his old friends is a Labour MP. You will get used to this all soon. I can promise you that."

Clara just hoped that she was right.