A quick oneshot about Clara's travel's with the doctor.
A/N- Just needed to write some whouffle. Please review and let me know what you think.
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or the characters.
I don't know how it began really. Suddenly is the best word. Surprisingly works as well. It started with the wi-fi and my ineptitude with all things to do with the computer. It began with a phone number given to me in a shop. It began with a man, in a box, who flew me away.
It began with running, always running. Hand in hand, running through time, space. It seems mad. I'm just me, just Clara Oswald, nothing special about me. But then he looks at me, I catch him sometimes out of the corner of my eye, when he thinks I can't see him. I catch him watching me, and it's almost like he thinks I'm the most special person in the world.
It's mad, because he's The Doctor. He's mad and unpredictable, and wonderful and yet he looks at me like that. He looks at me like I'm impossible, like he can't believe he found me. I see it sometimes, written in those eyes that have seen a thousand lives. He's seen so much and done so much, but he can still make little me feel important.
It started with spoon heads and minds being uploaded to the wi-fi. It started with a planet full of songs and stories, and The Doctor teaching me that we don't walk away.
I think that's when I knew he was special. I mean of course the time travelling space man in a blue box, who saved me from the spoon heads, and flew me away to a different planet was special. But that's who he was born as, but in that moment, those words. I knew the man he'd grown up to be.
All those years he's lived, the tragedy he's seen and yet still, such kindness. Self sacrificing kindness.
The trick I've learnt while travelling with the doctor, is to be his friend. To learn when he needs to talk, when he needs to laugh, when he needs a shoulder to lean on, and when he needs quite. I've learnt to be what he needs, because it makes me feel good when he smiles at me, when he says I'm doing something right.
I love getting his praise. I love it when he shows me he's glad I'm around, which I can tell he is. The thing is sometimes I love it too much and then I think that I might love him.
The trick is to not fall in love. I do that trick a lot now.
It started with him knocking on my door, hammering it down in his eagerness. Showing up in my life in a way so random, as if he knew me and yet I didn't know him.
It started with him dressed as a monk, I still don't know why.
But that was a long time ago, since then we've been places I never dreamed I'd go. We've been to the planet full of songs, been trapped on a submarine during the cold war, and a bunch of other places. He's shown me things, and taken me places and made me fall in love with his life.
It started in a rush and now it's Wednesday's. He comes for me on Wednesday's, every Wednesday like clockwork. Like a date night. Only it's not dinner and a movie. It's space and time. Future and past. A million worlds waiting to be discovered.
It started before I could catch my breath, and I don't know how it'll end. All I know is that each Wednesday when I hear that familiar whoosh of the TARDIS, my heart beats a little faster. When he smiles at me my heart races. And when he takes my hand I want to run. Run across time and space with him. My clever boy. Running, always running.
A/N- Just a little drabble of Clara's thoughts. Let me know if you'd like to see one from The Doctor.