Curiosity
A.N.: Inspired by a tumblr post after "The Day of the Doctor".
Sometimes, Clara asks him questions.
Well, she always asks him questions, but those are always along the lines of 'what is that?' or 'where are we going?' or - most of the times - 'okay, then when are we going?'. Sometimes, though, she asks him those simple ones like "What's your favorite color?" - to which he replies that all colors are great but that if he had to choose one, he'd go with octarine - or "Where would you want to go?" - to which he says he's always wanted to meet Charlie Chaplin, so they go - or "What were the names of your kids?"
(He pauses at that one, and then he tells her about Gallifrey.)
Sometimes, Clara Oswald asks him questions one probably never would've thought to ask a Time Lord.
"Do you dream?", she asks him, lying on the bed in his room. The TARDIS hid her room again, and he rarely sleeps, so he offered her his bed until he has a talk with the old girl.
(Clara tried really hard not to laugh at that.)
(She failed.)
"Of course I dream.", he replies, not looking away from the book he was reading. "Everybody dreams."
She turns to the side, facing him. She's tired, he can tell as she looks at him sitting in the chair by the bed, but not tired enough to drift into deep sleep. "But what do you dream about?", she asks.
He closes the book and looks at her, fixing his glasses. "Same thing everybody dreams about.", he says. "I dream about where I'm going."
Clara laughs. She always laughs when he answers questions. Or just smiles. He likes her laugh; it makes him laugh, too.
"But you're not going anywhere.", Clara says. "You're just wandering about."
The Doctor shrugs and opens his book again. "We're all going somewhere, Clara.", he replies, his eyes skipping through the words written on the paper.
"Read to me.", she says, her voice barely above a whisper.
He does.