This is a fic I've wanted to do for a long time but since I had never seen Game of Thrones until late 2014, I couldn't do this based on the assumption of what Robb Stark was. I knew about the plot of Doctor Who- as I have watched it countless times- and that's just the 'Last Christmas' special. But I've seen the first season of GoT completely and the first few of the second. So hopefully I can make this as good as possible. So, without further ado, this is my Robb Stark/ Clara Oswald fiction and if you like it, please rate it and review it but if you don't then I would be happy to take some constructive criticism and then improve my story for those of you who do not like it.

Enjoy!

The sound rang out over the mountains. It was not a sound heard before in the seven Kingdoms. It came from a small wooden box that started glowing and materialising with a white light at the top. It was a dark blue, with the words 'Police Public Call Box'. The first to hear the noise began his journey down to the forest.

From the blue box, came a man, of elderly stance, but he had a youth in his step. He had eyebrows as bushy as the fur on a direwolf, his eyes icy blue. He was carrying a beautiful maiden. The girl was a brunette, with olive toned skin. Her eyelashes were long and covered her concealed brown eyes. He carried her as if she was a feather on the arms of the wind. However, the way he trudged through the snow, defeated his stance.

"Who goes there?" A voice called out. It sounded familiar in the old man's ears. It sounded like the accent of his unconscious lady friend. He trudged forwards to the source of the sound. His brunette friend in his arms shifted her head softly and he looked down at her, wondering what she could be dreaming about.

"Help me… my friend… she's unconscious!" The man shouted, unable to keep carrying the brunette. He managed to settle her down onto the snow and take his jacket off, which had red lining. He folded up his jacket and placed it underneath his friend's sleeping head as two boots found their way to her side. He looked up, seeing a brunette man, with curly locks and blue eyes. He had stubble on his chin and a sword on his belt.

"Who are you? What business do you have in Winterfell, sir?" The man asked the elder. The older man looked up. He looked back down at his sleeping companion, whose eyes flicked from side to side underneath her eyelids.

"I'm called the Doctor and this was the nearest place that my… my advanced carriage over there…" He pointed to the blue box. "Would reach. I needed help with my friend. Her name is Clara and she was hit on the head by a man- a knight from our last adventure." He lied, not wanting to divulge that she had passed out after a man of metal had hit her over her head trying to kidnap her.

"A Knight would dare hit a beautiful lady, Sir Doctor?" He asked, kneeling to Clara. He looked up, his ocean blue eyes meeting ice blue. "I am Robb Stark, the Lord of Winterfell. And have you a loyalty to the Lannisters, Sir?" He asked, his hand at the hilt of his sword.

"I'm not loyal to anyone but Clara. She's been with me for most of my life." He said, stroking the young unconscious woman's cheek. Robb tilted his head slightly to look at the sleeping girl. He noticed that she was wearing a soft red long dress that reminded him of something that his sister may have worn. He looked from the man to the woman in confusion. He stood up as he heard a rustling. He drew his sword. The man looked up. The rustling got further away and Robb sheathed his sword fully once again. He crouched to the girl once more.

"I shall carry her to my horse, and then we shall ride to my home, where you shall be met with food and wine. This girl looks like she could use a night's sleep. She may sleep in my chambers, until she wakes." Robb said, slipping his hands into the snow underneath the soft velvet of the girl's dress. He placed one hand by her neck, supporting her back, and the other underneath her knees, so that she would be supported. "I shall also have my servant; let you use his horse, as he has some wood collecting to be done." He said, starting to walk up the snowy slope, the feather light, sleeping brunette in his arms.

"Robb Stark… rings a bell…" The older man frowned and walked back to the blue box, stroking the wood. "I'll not be long dear, only until Clara wakes up and then we'll be off again. I promise you that…" He said, slipping his key inside the lock and stroking the wood of the TARDIS before she concealed herself- nothing more than a woodland background.

He walked back up the slope and was met by Robb, and his servant, readying themselves for riding. Robb was sat on his horse, and his servant lifted Clara up with him, holding her to him softly with one hand as his horse started whinnying. The Doctor himself clambered onto the other horse, and the servant began his walk into the forest.

"So, your home then…" The Doctor asked, not looking at Robb himself but at the beautiful girl he was carrying, who was unwittingly clinging to the brown curly haired man who was holding her just as tightly. He could have sworn he heard her murmur 'Doctor' in her sleep. But maybe he was being too hopeful, as she was still mourning for Danny Pink. She could have murmured 'Danny' as the Doctor has never really hugged her properly.

Robb's horse started to move and before the Doctor knew it, the woodlands were a distant flicker of darkness…

Hope you enjoyed and R+R- and I may post the next chapter up earlier than intended.

~Oswinn