They see him rolling...
A/N – A quick one-shot inspired by a conversation I had with some friends at Sixth Form involving talks of the 12th Doctor and me receiving a Robin Reliant Christmas Card!
Clara was confused, which wasn't a rare occurrence since she started her travels throughout time and space in the TARDIS.
Ever since his regeneration and their subsequent crash landing he had been different. This was to be expected, she had met his War incarnation and his 10th self. But this was different, he had briefly mentioned it was to do with the new regeneration cycle and compared it to his 4th regeneration. His techno babble had gone right over her head.
What was immediately different was, of course his age. Not his real age, but his physical age, compared to his previous regeneration that looked to be in the late twenties. This incarnation looked to be in the mid-fifties but that didn't stop his dance around the TARDIS console or his fast-paced speech.
Oh, and his accent! Scottish, which Clara found a bit of getting used to. But, as he had stated previously it was 'magnificent!', but back to the problem at hand...
A lone Dalek from their most recent adventure had survived and had cornered her on an empty street. Prepared to exterminate her in an instant.
'Where's the Doctor!' She thought to herself.
"Prepare to be-" The Dalek was prompted to stop by the sound of squealing tires and crunching metal. It eyestalk swivelled round to identify the noise, its weapons not leaving Clara.
Suddenly, a Robin Reliant of all things barrel-rolled into the Dalek, breaking its casing and destroying the creature inside indefinitely. The remains scattered as the metal contraption screeched to a halt in front of her, the driver obscured by the cracks of the windows from the impact.
Suddenly the door facing open air sprung open, and a pair of legs clad in grey trousers kicked their way out.
"Only you would come up with something like this!" Clara stated in dry humour after she go over her initial shock.
A head popped out as the rest of the body emerged, "I'll have you know Miss Oswald that I took the time to find a perfectly suitable way to save you..."
"You mean you saw a three wheeler that looked fun and thought that it would make the situation all the more interesting?" She criticised.
"You're starting to make me think you have no sense of adventure!" He told her as he clambered out of the car.
"And you're starting to make me think that your new regenerations are making you reckless." She retorted as she tried to contain her giggles. The image of the Doctor rolling to victory in a Robin Reliant too much for her as she finally burst into full blown laughter.
A/N – And there you have it! I'm back! Well sort of… I don't feel like writing big pieces at the moment, though that doesn't mean I won't come up with new ideas!