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"Adventure is worthwhile in itself."
~Amelia Earhart
Chapter One: 1937
Clara lived for rainy Wednesday afternoons. While others celebrated the weekend, their vacations to the countryside for picnics and parties, Clara lived for Wednesday. She lived for the rumbling wheeze of the Tardis. She lived for different worlds and new adventures, to meet people who have yet to be born and those who have died so long ago. But most of all, Clara lived for the goofy, lopsided grin of her spaceman come to whisk her away on another amazing journey.
"You're singing again," Angie pointed out as she sat at the kitchen table with her face buried in her laptop. "You always sing on Wednesdays."
Clara, who had been in her own little world as she stirred her tea by the counter, lifted her head.
"I don't always sing on Wednesdays," Clara smiled as she sipped her tea. "Sometimes I sing on Tuesdays or Saturdays too."
Angie rolled her eyes and looked up at Clara. "You always sing when your boyfriend is coming."
"He's not my boyfriend," Clara pointed out for the millionth time. She stirred her tea a little more, taking a sip every now and then.
Angie smirked to herself and looked into her computer screen. "Sure he isn't. When are you going to take me somewhere again? The last time was rubbish; I don't think that's very fair. You need to take me somewhere really awesome this time."
"The last time we took you somewhere, you wandered off and nearly got yourself killed." Clara said pointedly, rounding the kitchen table to sit down across from Angie and her laptop.
"You wander off all the time and besides, it was boring there anyway. The amusement park wasn't even open anymore. What kind of time traveler is he; he can't even get the date right." Angie huffed, putting her chin in her hand as she scrolled through a website. "All of space and time and he took us to a shutdown amusement park full of those big metal guys."
"He didn't know they would be there. And besides, that's what it's like with the Doctor. It's too dangerous for you and Artie. I don't know what I would do if something happened to you two."
"You're not my mom, Clara, and I'm not a little kid. Come on, I want to go somewhere really cool!" Angie insisted. Her shoulders slouched as she looked up at Clara from her computer. Clara shook her head before she took a sip of tea.
"Maybe one day," Clara sighed as she set her cup down. Just as she did, as if on cue, there was a rumbling sound outside. An all too familiar engine wheezed and groaned in the front of the house before finally it stopped and there was a knock at the door.
"Your boyfriend is here," Angie muttered under her breath. She put her chin in her hand and stared at her laptop once more.
Clara jumped up from the table and brushed a hand through her hair quickly before she moved to the door to answer it. God, did she love Wednesdays. She unlocked the door before pulling it open, a wide grin ready to greet the Doctor.
"Happy New Year!" The Doctor exclaimed excitedly with his arms thrown out. His eyes were hidden behind comically large glasses in the shape of 3000, with eyeholes cut out of the middle of the first two zeros. Clara raised one eyebrow at the Doctor as he popped confetti poppers in her direction with all the childish excitement of a three year old.
"Doctor," She said slowly, "It's February."
The Doctor's grin didn't falter a bit as he tucked the poppers back into his pocket. "Yes it is, it absolutely is, but it won't be in five minutes from now. Well, it will be but it won't be, time travel is a bit wibbly like that. Now come on, before we miss the turn of the millennium! Hello Angie!" The Doctor waved at Angie quickly before he clapped his hands together. "Alright so, are we ready to go then?"
Clara looked back at Angie quickly with a smile. "I'll be back soon, Ange."
Angie muttered something under her breath before she waved her hand at them to shoo Clara away. Clara sighed and followed the Doctor back to the Tardis.
"The year 2999, with the human race has started to spread to different corners of the galaxy and the fourth world war finally at an end the entire human race is looking for a reason to celebrate and what better reason than the turn of the millennia!" The Doctor burst through the doors to the Tardis and immediately began pressing buttons and pulling levers on the center console. "And if anyone knows how to celebrate the New Year it's you humans! Just think about it, of all the species in the entire Universe, you humans are one of the only ones that celebrate such a small thing, like going around the sun. That's what's so absolutely brilliant about you; you find so many reasons to throw a party! And what a party you throw, wait until you see the fireworks!"
"So where are we going for this New Year party?" Clara asked as the Doctor handed her a pair of glasses identical to his own. Clara quirked an eyebrow at him and folded her arms across her chest. The Doctor nudged her arm with the glasses with a pout.
"Come on, it's festive!" He insisted. Finally Clara took the glasses and put them on, giving him a little twirl.
"Satisfied?" She asked with a laugh. The Doctor beamed at her, clapping his hands together excitedly.
"Completely! Now, turn of the millennia, the human race has spread across the universe, but there's still one city that remains the hub of human celebration."
"And what city would that be?" Clara asked. She put her hands on the center console, leaning forward so she was across from the Doctor. He grinned at her with his hand on the final lever.
"New York, New York!" He shouted as he pulled the lever.
When the Tardis finally came to a halt, the Doctor grabbed Clara's hand excitedly and opened the Tardis doors.
"Clara Oswald, welcome to New York City!" He shouted enthusiastically.
When Clara looked over the Doctor's shoulder to the landscape outside, she doubted that this was New York City. They had landed on what looked like a long dirt road in the middle of an endless field.
"Doctor, this doesn't look like New York City." Clara commented as she stepped out of the Tardis. "It doesn't look much like the future either."
The Doctor stepped out behind her and scooped up a handful of dirt. He licked it before he spit it back out again, his nose wrinkled. "New Guinea, July 1st, 1937." He stated as he turned over his palm and let the dirt fall back to the ground.
"You can tell just by taste?" Clara raised one eyebrow.
The Doctor grinned and shrugged his shoulders. "I'm the Doctor, I can do anything!"
Clara folded her arms across her chest before she picked up a piece of newsprint on the ground. "Or you read it off today's newspaper."
"Technicality." The Doctor grinned and stuck his hands in his pockets, leaning over Clara's shoulder to read the newsprint. Another piece of the paper fluttered by and just as the Doctor leaned to grab it a foot stopped the paper from blowing away. The Doctor looked up at person the foot belonged to, his hand still on one corner of the paper.
His eyes followed up a worn leather bomber jacket, past sandy ginger hair, to the freckled face of a very familiar woman. She had her hands on her hips and flight goggles perched on a leather cap.
"Excuse me," She said, "I'm afraid to inform you that you are not authorized to operate in this airspace."
The Doctor stood up, his eyes scanning each bit of her face. He craned his neck, looking at her face from above and below before he moved really close to her face, then backed away again. All the while, the woman watched him with confused intrigue.
"Doctor, who is that?" Clara asked, her brow furrowed as she took a few steps closer to the Doctor. The Doctor did not turn to her, but a wide smile cracked over his face.
"Clara Oswald," He said, clapping his hands together excitedly. "Meet Amelia Earhart!"