Hey! So this is my first fanfiction on this site, I plan to do lots more and hopefully will start doing requests from people. I have lost count of the fandoms I'm in so assume I am in one and send me a request for a fanfiction and I will do my best!
Thanks!
Clara xx
Superwholock
The Doctor sat alone in the Tardis once again, sipping tea and dangling his feet absent mindedly over the edge of the door. The deep vacuum of space seemed less vast, less intriguing than normal.
He felt completely and utterly alone.
It was to be expected, the wave of sadness he would get on occasion, being the last of his kind. The last to retain the memories of the great Time War. He needed something else. Something was missing.
Sparks flew from the console as the time machine was flung out of its resting place. The Doctor fell up the stairs in a desperate attempt to reach the controls as the Tardis tumbled through nothingness.
"No no no, not this time, Sexy." He crooned to the empty space, his eyes wide with a mixture of childish excitement and despair. He flicked at the controls like a mad man and eventually was sent rocketing towards an unknown destination.
"You always were so difficult, oh for gods sakes, Geronimo!"
He exclaimed as he smashed his head into a pole.