The Doctor, The Doctor, The Missus, The Missus
a drabble by J. Merrick
Timeline and spoilers: pre-The Name of the Doctor on all accounts.
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who
Summary: Sometimes, Clara reasoned that it was better to just not ask questions. Especially when meeting with past travelers and a second Doctor.
Chapter One
There were many times in her travels with the Doctor that Clara felt that it was best not to ask questions about what she encountered. Every so often the TARDIS would direct her into a room that made her question if the laws of physics existed, and after cursing that COW out she'd walk out to see the Doctor walking past while holding a banana and asking why she had wandered into the Escher Room.
She'd blink and then follow along as that most amazing man would start talking about the time he invented the banana daiquiri.
Now that she thought about it, she was pretty sure that at some point, the Doctor probably had a hand with everything that the world held near and dear to it in the common day.
Then there were the days where she would find a possession or a trinket that she knew didn't belong to either herself or the Doctor, but to someone that had traveled with him previously. She had tons of questions about the people that had came before her, but the only time she had so far (upon finding a doll that looked much more raggedy but quite similar to the man she followed around) the walls behind his eyes had gone up and he had flown the two of them off to see the birth of a galaxy.
She understood; she still couldn't talk about her mother. So she just didn't ask questions. She was content to enjoy the experience as much as she could.
Because travelling with the Doctor was fascinating, and she didn't ever want the joy and wonder to end. Every time she saw the Doctor after taking a break at home for a couple days she wanted to stay longer and longer with her chin boy, running through the stars.
Then there were the times when she knew that while it would be better to not ask questions, it was simply impossible not to.
It had been a Thursday as she understood it (the Doctor had once tried to explain to her the passing of the Time Stream, but she just bit her lip, kissed the Doctor on the cheek and told him that's what she had him for). They were walking through what had been becoming her favorite market (the eggs they sold she swore up and down let her make her mom's soufflé better than earth eggs), and had just walked back into the TARDIS when she ran into his back.
"Uh, Doctor," she questioned before noticing that the TARDIS looked nothing like how she was used to. Instead of being sleek and metallic with a hint of whimsy it was like overgrown coral.
"Clara, don't ask questions, just walk out slowly," the Doctor said in his 'this is serious please don't question me' voice. She had learnt that this was one of those times not to ask questions.
Unless they were accompanied by another man and woman walking in behind them.
"Oi, who're you?" came the voice from the blonde woman. They both slowly cocked their heads at each other, until looking over at their companion.
"Doctor?" they both questioned at the same time, and then sighing as they noticed that the men they were with were both staring at each other, not moving. Before realizing that they both were mimicking each other.
"We're not going to find out what's going on, are we?" Clara asked the blonde woman, who she noticed was actually close to her height.
"Probably not," came the response.
"One of those times when we shouldn't ask questions?"
"Definitely."
They both looked over at their Doctors, who were still playing the mirror game with each other.
"Well boys," Clara said, patting her man on the arm, "we'll leave you two hear to figure it out."
She walked forward, putting her arm through the other girl's.
"I'm Clara, I travel with the Doctor," she said with a smile to her voice.
"I'm Rose, I travel with the Doctor," came the response, also with a friendly smile.
"Let them figure it out," she asked Rose as they walked down the ramp, gaining a laugh from the girl.
As they left they heard two voices say the same thing at once.
"What?"