Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. If I did I wouldn't be writing fanfiction, because the I wouldn't be a fan.
Clara and the Doctor rushed into the TARDIS. The doors slammed shut as the Doctor began his dance around the console.
"We'll catch her this time Clara." he yelled to his companion.
They were chasing a woman who called herself the Traveler. They would on occasion show up on a planet in distress only to find the problem solved or the alien invasion fleet blown to bits. The people of the planet would be singing song of the Traveler.
She had managed to catch the Doctor's attention, which was difficult seeing as sometimes he had the attention span of a two-year-old.
This time they were so close. They had seen her rocket fly away, and the Doctor was determined to follow her. Her ship was small, part of a larger ship that was probably used for transporting pioneers to settlement planets.
She was headed for the nearest habitable plant from the one she had saved. The Doctor had followed her ship to said planet.
The Doctor stepped out of the TARDIS doors into an ally. He stood for a moment then suddenly he collapsed. Clara was instantly by his side helping him up. She was saying something but he wasn't listening.
He felt a presence, it was like a faint scent of apple grass on an ocean breeze accompanied by a tingling in the back of his skull. A presence that he could only faintly feel in Rivers company. A presence that he hadn't felt so strong since the last time he had seen the Master. It was the presence of a Timelord.
AN: So there it is. It's a one-shot, unless you readers want me to continue it or a find myself in the same state of boredom that I was in when I originally wrote this. I hoped you enjoyed it! Please review!