Chapter One: La Vie En Rose
Rating: K
Pairing: Clara/Eleven
A/N: Okay, so I've been a fan of Doctor Who sometime now, and I suddenly had the urge to write a Whouffle ficdump, this will mostly be fluff maybe angst, etc... basically whatever comes to my mind :) and so, here we are! the first chapter of what I hope is going to be a huge gathering of my works
The sound of a familiar tune echoed through the darkened streets, which seemed to glow with life even after the sun had set. It drifted lazily throughout the night, drawing itself out and wanting the subtle moment to last a little longer...
Clara couldn't help but giggle at how absolutely ridiculous the Doctor was being at the moment, in all his silliness he had suggested that Paris in the 1950's was "as s'wonderful as it gets!"
She loved the smile he had given her at that moment, as if it was only them in their own little universe...but such a moment couldn't last forever, and he had suggested that she change into some era appropriate attire.
Entering the control room a few minutes later, in an outfit that could only be described as being "Audrey Hepburn in Roman Holiday" she saw the Doctor with a huge case and wondered what it could possibly contain.
He smiled at her before setting the case down and leaping to the controls, launching the TARDIS into flight.
...
When they had arrived in Paris, Clara knew that to expect, and yet the majesty of it took her breath away.
The dim lights of Paris radiated throughout the horizon, everything was bustling with life and the Eiffel tower gleamed in the distance. The Doctor wasn't lying when he said it was s'wonderful.
He appeared a second later with the big case. "are you ready for the time of your life Clara?" he said, as she gazed at the horizon again "what exactly are we doing? Nothing that will result in having to save the world again, no alien invasions or angry Ice Warriors?"
"none. I promise this is only going to be a nice night in the city" he reassured her with a hug and with that thought they were off.
...
after some tea at a lovely café, Clara and the Doctor were walking on the left bank. He was still carrying the case and her curiosity about the contents inside was growing by the second.
The Doctor stopped abruptly, and pulled an accordion out of the case "it was a gift from Jacques Brel" he explained strapping it to his chest; he looked absolutely ridiculous and she loved it.
"Now, without further adieu, the main purpose of this trip" he explained playing a few notes in preparation, and quite frankly Clara was a tad nervous as to how it would sound when he actually played...
"I've noticed, since we returned from Trenzalore, that you've been down in the dumps, you've been having constant nightmares, and you just don't seem to be yourself, and so SO my impossible Clara, I've come to show you 'La vie en rose'"
"okay then chin boy, show me 'la vie en rose' if you want, but I'll have you know that I am per-" she started before the Doctor interrupted her
"Clara that's not the point! The point is that we are both still trying to heal and a night out is something we could both use"
finally agreeing with him, she sat down on a nearby bench.
And with that, the Doctor began to play the obscure instrument. It was a slow, sweet tune that echoed through the darkening city, and despite wanting to appear strong for the Doctor, she finally felt a sense of being whole again. It was just her, her Doctor, and the glow of Paris in the 50s.
And yes it was s'wonderful.
End.
A/N: And that is it for chapter one, please R & R