Author's Note:
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Clara and the Doctor arrive on a barren planet and decide to explore. Jemma runs into them and thinks she's hallucinating.
To me this story had to be written in honor of the character and her love of Doctor Who.
By the way I have never written for Thirteen so I hope get him slightly right.
When Jemma Stopped Running
The goal was to visit a foreign populated planet. One with cities, parks, and eateries. The Doctor had a place in mind called Alex but that is not the planet they landed on. Instead when Clara opened the TARDIS doors she found herself looking out on to a dark barren wasteland.
"Where are we doctor?" Clara said with a touch of annoyance. She was used to this iteration getting things right.
However the Doctor looked mildly excited by the error. "Some place we don't belong," he said and noticed the large planet in the sky. "We're in a parallel universe."
"How can you tell?" she asked curiously.
He put on his sunglasses. "There's a slight variance in the molecular structure of this dimension. Something only a Timelord could see."
Clara rolled her eyes. He liked showing off.
"So what do we do now?" she asked. "Do we leave because we don't belong or do we explore?"
"Don't be ridiculous, we explore!" he said.
They wandered around a bit. Frankly Clara was wishing they had visited Alex but she couldn't help be intrigued by sense of danger lurking in every dark shadow.
"Can you tell if this planet still has inhabitants?"
The doctor touched his glasses. "Not likely. If it does there are only desperate predators wandering around."
She realized she wasn't wearing the right shoes for this particular excursion. "Then maybe we should leave before we become their last meal?"
"Not yet! Things still lived here at one point maybe there's some archaeology to be done here. See what lived here."
She sighed and followed suit. They walked some more and found some markings next to a cave entrance that read, according to the TARDIS "death."
"Please tell me you don't want to go in there," she said.
He nodded his head into the entrance with his sunglasses on. "Nah, whatever caused death in there hasn't been in there for years. We're chasing shadows now."
"Don't you mean ghosts?"
"No, shadows here have a distinct element of terror here from centuries of hunting. They can't harm you but you could go mad if you stayed here."
"Then let's go before we go mad," Clara said quickly.
The Doctor sighed and turned around slowly as a young woman crashed into him.
"Sorry," she croaked as if she hadn't used her voice recently.
The Doctor slowly got to his feet while the woman took longer. When she turned around she gasped.
"You're not real!" she tried to shout. "I am officially losing my mind you're not real."
"Ah, that explains the dimensional difference," the Doctor said. "She thinks we're telly characters."