Sometimes, he thought Clara could be another Rose.
(Sometimes he calls her Rose, but she's too blinded to hear it)
She was there in a way no one had been since her, always so enthusiastic and bright and eager. And he knew, had always known, when she lied to the man waiting for her on Earth and ran after him, chasing that rush, that fear, that sense of new that never failed her.
Chasing him.
(The mad man in the blue box)
And that was what he wanted, the Doctor and his pets running about the T.A.R.D.I.S and having fantastic adventures, the likes of which no mind could fathom, no imagination however fertile dream of.
(And when it gets too much he finds River and she makes him forget, until the future comes crawling back and Clara calls and she and Rose blend together until he can't tell them apart)
She adored him, thought he could do no wrong. When he crossed that line, the one she had been dreading for days, weeks, months, she came tumbling back.
Just like Rose.
(And he never really cared about her, either)
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Mah first Doctor Who fic. I don't feel like I did this very much justice but I'm finally watching season 8 and I damn near died of feels when Capaldi mentioned River, like it was in passing and so common, and then the way Clara and Rose act…
But, anyway…I had a 100 Theme Challenge, and #42 is Future. I'm skipping around, but, you know, Lol.