Ok, so this will be my first proper story that I've ever written on fan fictions, and naturally it has to be Doctor who.
It's 11th Doctor x Clara and starts at the final scene in the Tardis in the episode 'The bells of Saint John'. I haven't got a clue where this will lead, if it's dreadful I'm sorry, but please no flames.
Constructive criticism is welcome!Page two
Clara hop-skipped around the Tardis console, only pausing when she came across the scanner before resuming her previous actions. It was strange. She felt so welcome here, yet she didn't know why. And then there was him. The Doctor. It was as if she already knew him, but how could that be possible?
The Doctor just stood there. She amazed him. She was funny, witty and almost as clever as he was. But most of all she was kind, caring and, seemingly, open to new ideas and ways of life. "What's this?" The Doctor held up a small, blue notebook, opened it and flicked to the first page. It had scrawled handwriting on it, which he assumed was hers from when she was younger. It seemed to be a list of ages, all crossed out until it reached '24' at the bottom of the page; she must be 24. The Doctor pondered this for a moment, but his thoughts were interrupted when the book was snatched from his hand. "Hey! That's mine, give it back!" Clara hugged it close to her chest. She picked up the leaf carefully and twirled it back and forth in her fingers by the stem.
"What's the red leaf for?" asked the Doctor. He pointed awkwardly over the cover of the book and then clenched his fists again.
"That? That's page one." Clara raised her eyebrows in surprise, and then gave a cheeky grin. She skipped out of the vast interior of the Tardis; she gazed around at the blue lights at the top of console and the strange circles of language above that. "Where are you going?" The Doctor called after her.
"What do you mean 'where are you going?'" Clara imitated his high pitch tone, to which the Doctor blushed.
"Well, I-I mean, um, do you want to come with me?"
"Come back tomorrow, ask again."
"What?"
"Is seven alright?"
"Um, yes, I suppose?"
"Great! See ya then!" Clara waved, pulled her jacket tighter around her and left, without another word.
However, the Doctor still carried on staring after her, his gaze never leaving her until she entered her house; is that her house? It doesn't matter. Clara Oswin Oswald; the woman twice dead. Who are you exactly? He soon set off around his ship pulling leavers and pressing buttons. There was a low hum of machinery and technology emitting from the Tardis and soon the Doctor was launched backwards into the seat that seemed to balance of the railings.
Clara turned around at the sound of the Tardis departing from the suburban street. She longed to know who that strange and mysterious man was; Doctor. Doctor who? She dismissed this thought with a shrug of her shoulders then looked up at the blue, but cloud-covered sky as if she was trying to see where he had gone.
That evening she settled down with a cup of tea. She kept gazing out of the window to see if her mysterious doctor had returned. No. Maybe he would wait until tomorrow.
The Doctor had started to become bored. He had already re-wired his sonic screwdriver twice for no particular reason, sat reading a book in the library, sat reading a book upside-down in the library and cleaned the Tardis top-to-bottom, all in less than two hours. Then he decided that he could just go forward in time to tomorrow; Genius! If only I'd thought of this two hours ago.
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Clara woke up to the peaceful sound of birds tweeting, horse's hooves echoing down the street and… What is that noise? She rose from her bed, placed her slippers on her feet and stood up. Pause. She shivered, stretched and then wiped the sleep from her eyes before getting her dressing gown and then headed outside to investigate. As she stepped outside, she was met with the doctor, who, by the looks of things, was just about to knock of her door.
"That's what I like about you Clara, always the curious one!" The Doctor beamed.
"How long has it been since you last saw me?"
"About…" He looked down at the underside of his wrist."…two hours, three minutes and… seventeen seconds!"
Clara sighed. She knew he would do this, he was so impatient. She opened her mouth, as if she was about to ask something, but then pushed the question from her mind. The Doctor looked at her, ready to answer any question put toward him. "Do you want to come in? I just boiled the kettle, so…"
"That would be lovely, Clara. Um, are you sure you don't mind?"
"Course I don't mind! Don't be so daft." She said. She smiled at him welcomingly, and started to head inside with the Doctor not far behind.
When they were back in the house, Clara made her way to the kitchen.
"Do you want tea or coffee?" The doctor strolled into the living room, nearly tripping over the coffee table in the process. Domestic life, I'll never get used to it. He let out a small cry before answering her question; "tea please, if you don't mind!" He almost whimpered. He limped a little bit after having told off the offending item and headed to the kitchen. Clara handed the Doctor his tea which he took gratefully. He waited for Clara to get her coffee and they went and sat in the living room.
The Doctor seated himself on a maroon armchair and had a sip of his tea. He savoured the warmth of his drink; spring hadn't quite arrived yet and a coat of fog still loomed over the busy streets of London. Clara sat down on the sofa, curling her legs up onto it. She tucked her hair behind her ear and held her mug in both hands. Hundreds of questions whizzed through her head all at once and she couldn't help but ask them.
"So, who are you exactly and what do you do?"
"I'm the Doctor, I have two hearts, I live in a time machine and I'm over nine-hundred years old."
Everything but the ticking of the wall clock was silent. The Doctor sniffed and flicked his floppy fringe out of his face.
"Oh, and I travel in time." He said with a smug smile. Clara giggled, causing her to choke on her coffee.
"I'm fine, don't worry about me!" She choked between splutters and coughs. The Doctor was by her side in an instant, chuckling at her sarcastic remark. He patted her back until she had composed herself, and then asked;
"So, do you want to come with me?"
"Too?"
" Well, ya know, see the stars, add some more to that book of yours, eh?" He was secretly hoping she would say yes; that she would want to see the universe with him. Clara tilted her head slightly in mock thought. "Yeah, why not?" They both laughed, finished their drinks and the Doctor headed back to the Tardis to power it up for their adventures together.
"Give me five minutes! I need to pack a bag!" She shouted from her bedroom window.
Meanwhile, the Doctor had taken a spare Tardis key from his jacket pocket and turned it round in his palm whilst he waited. Clara entered not long after with a dark red suitcase trundling behind her. "Write where are we going first?" The excitement in her voice shone through, but her smile soon faded when she noticed the Doctor was holding something in his closed hand.
"What's that?"
"This? This is me, giving in…" again he thought to himself. "It's a Tardis key." Clara just stared on in amazement; this seems very familiar.
"Yeah, I can see that… But why me?"
"I don't know, there's just something about you that, well, that, I suppose, I like." He smiled shyly whilst blushing slightly. "And, if you want, the next trip can be yours to choose. All of time and space, and any bit of it can be, well, page two."
"Sounds good that does, let's go!"