Solo – The Borrowed Dreams of Clara Oswald
Warning: Does contain spoilers for the 50th, in case anyone's trying to avoid those
Clara collapsed onto her bed. She was exhausted. Going into the Doctor's timeline and battling the Daleks and the Zygons with the two Doctors, the other him, Rose and UNIT had a massive effect on her. A larger effect than she thought at first. She fell asleep almost too easily, almost instantly drifting off as her head hit the pillow.
Her dream was strange – she had no place in it except for her echo near the beginning. A man – the Doctor – flying off in an old, broken TARDIS to Earth 1963 with his granddaughter. Susan Foreman, a junkyard, school, Barbara Wright and Ian Chesterton. All of the details within one single dream.
Clara woke up the next morning, sitting up with a small gasp. She looked at the time. 10. In the morning...She was sure she'd come back at 7 the night before. She must've needed it. Probably. She looked at the bedside table and smiled softly at the note George had left, explaining that he had helped the kids and that she took care – they couldn't wake her, even though they had tried to wake her by tipping water over her; sorry about that by the way. Clara sighed, and slowly got up, frowning as she remembered her dream. It was all so vivid – it all made so much sense, but at the same time it made no sense at all. She got up, and pulled out an empty notebook from her bookshelf, quickly writing each and every detail down before the dream faded. She included sketches, even the tiniest little details that she could remember were added.
The dreams continued. It was a different one every night. She wrote them all down, including the sketches and details. Soon, she built up a progressive collection of stories, of adventures of the Doctor that she had only seen in her dreams. She'd never tell him about them – they were her secret. Her unique thing. She found that she sometimes woke up screaming, writing down about the dreams but never about her own emotions.
The collection built up over the years. She wondered...She had thirteen books and counting now, full of stories of the Doctor. They'd been rewritten and categorised into the different books. She'd even made an index for them. An entire series of books, just about the Doctor and his friends. Well, more than friends sometimes. It was wonderful and astounding. So many adventures and sadness. It excited her, but worried her all the same...