Greetings.

This is extremely AU, with enough Whouffle to end world hunger. Yes, I referenced an actual episode of Doctor Who for the performance. And yes, I did not follow the episode to the tee, but I was close enough. All flames will be used to grill my steaks.

I do not own Doctor Who. All credit goes to their rightful owners.

"Oh, you have to see this show!"

"Clara, for the millionth time, we already bought you a ticket, and a pricey one at that."

She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. Clara's college roommates, Reese and Saris, had gone to a musical theater on the other side of town a week earlier. After going through hell to get their hands on another set of tickets, the two young women had been insistent that Clara come with them to see it. Now, it was the day of the show, and Reese and Saris were doing everything in their power to get Clara inside that theater.

It was working. Clara, clearly exhausted with their games, had given every excuse from, "I have to study," and "My parents might not approve of it." None of them seemed to be having any effect. The show started in a few hours, but she was at the end of her rope and simply could not last another minute.

"Fine," she said, making their faces light up with excitement. "I'll go. But don't expect me to be a happy camper!"

Reese and Saris giggled and jumped with delight. Their mission was a success. Clara, however, retired to her part of the dorm and tried to figure out how in the world she was going to make it through the next hours.

The night did not get off to a good start.

Clara discovered a the most unfortunate moment that her favorite blouse, the one she was also wearing, had somehow acquired a mystery stain, and she was in no position to change. She sat for thirty minutes in Reese's car, which lacked air conditioning and reeked of sweaty gym clothes. She was now standing outside the TARDIS Theater, where she had been for at least an hour, in a pair of high heels waiting to get inside, much to the dismay of her feet.

During this time, Clara caught a glimpse of a promotional poster for the very show she was being forced to watch. It was entitled Doctor Who, starring one John Smith. Apparently, he played some character called the Doctor in a form of a science fiction universe. From the other posters, it seemed that all the productions the TARDIS Theater would host were sci-fi themed.

"Leave it to my roommates to drag me out here," she muttered while in line.

The three ladies eventually made their way inside and were allowed to take their seats, which were indeed expensive. They were escorted by an usher to one of six balconies, and Clara could see the entire theater from her seat. The entire auditorium was decorated with chrome-colored seats and random wires and lights, giving the place a futuristic setting. The door behind the balcony slid open and closed with the press of a decorative button. The curtain of the stage looked more like the viewport of a large space ship. It was even complete with stars that actually sparkled.

People scurried to their seats, eager for the production to begin. She checked her watch, and noticed that it was still a few minutes until it actually started, so she spent her time reading the program provided by a woman at the gate. She only drew her attention away from it after the lights began to dim.

Saris could hardly contain her excitement. "It's starting. It's starting!"

Someone, obviously a male by the sound of their voice, began to speak.

"Ladies and gentleman, the TARDIS Theater is proud to present to you the critically-acclaimed, original musical, Doctor Who!"

There was some minor clapping from the audience below. Clara watched the curtain rise as the instrumental began to play. A spotlight illuminated a young boy building a snowman and an older couple. Despite the essence of the whole place, the three actors were dressed in clothing distinctively popular in another time period. She groaned as the singing began.

"Honey." It was the woman. "Wouldn't you rather go and play with the other children?" Other actors, the children she was referring to, were shown throwing snowballs at each other.

"No!" the young boy yelled. "They're foolish!"

The woman turned and walked off stage with the man, both of them singing. "He shouldn't be so alone. It's not right. It's not healthy."

Saris was rocking in her chair, a smile painted on her face. Clara nudged her to get her to calm down.

The boy sang another verse.

"Why should I go an play with the others?

They're immature, nothing like me.

I should not have to fool with those people.

I don't need other to be happy."

Clara shifted in her seat. This was going to have to get better.

Next, a tenor repeated the verse. Clara immediately knew it had to be the snowman since there was not anyone else on the stage. The boy acted surprised when he figured out the same thing.

"I don't need anyone else."

The ominous snowman voice copied his words.

"I don't need anyone else." Both voices were now working together, and they completed the next two verses with a duet.

Clara was reminded of a Disney movie that she had seen recently, but the scene ended before she could make a witty remark about it.

As much as she would hate to admit it, Clara Oswin Oswald thoroughly enjoyed the production.

She was awfully fond of this Cecilia character, whom she thought bore so much resemblance to herself. The Doctor had a voice like silk, and tears grew in her eyes every time she heard him sing. Oh, and that lizard woman Madame Vastra! Her solo sent shivers down her spine, not to mention the part when she revealed her sword.

"He used to be kind.

He used to be the savior of worlds.

But he has been hurt. He has suffered great losses.

He prefers his isolation.

We, his friends, help him in any way we can."

It turns out that the boy with the snowman grew up to the embodiment of the Great Intelligence, who became the antagonist of the show. It was exciting, thrilling even. But, Clara's heart almost broke when she saw her favorite character Cecilia, die on Christmas Eve.

She really did cry, along with Saris and Reese at the scene of Cecilia's funeral. However, when the Doctor looked closer at her tombstone, he suddenly had an idea and ran away to his space ship, a police call box conveniently called the TARDIS. It suddenly changed to present day, where she saw Cecilia walking in an overgrown version of the very graveyard she was buried in!

Clara was ready to leave the theater and go back to her dorm. But, as her luck would have it, fate had other plans for her.

A man, dressed in a business suit, came out onto the stage.

"Ladies and gentleman! Those of who have been here to this very theater know exactly what we are about to do. But, for those of you newcomers, I will explain what this is."

Clara sighed. Couldn't she not just go in peace.

"At the end of the show, we award one lucky person the opportunity to come backstage and meet some of the actors in the show."

Saris and Reese were sitting in earnest, obviously wanting to be chosen.

"We have selected our winner." He held up an envelope and opened up. "Congratulations- CLARA OSWALD!"