Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this story, only the plot. Everything else belongs to the BBC.
People are scared of what they do not understand and what does not sound realistic. To imagine something you have to recall your past experiences, so when society discovered that a man was in fact an alien who travels the solar system, you should not expect them to react in a civilised manner. Some people think he is God, some people think he is a fraud, and some people are terror-stricken. They do not understand. Clara Oswald didn't escape the media either, the bloody BBC somehow found a way to bang on the oddly placed rectangular window on her classroom door, disrupting her lesson. They would stick their triangular nose up against the glass, getting so close that their breathe would blare the glass. Her students were quite interested too. "Miss! Is it true that you copped off with that Doctor fella?" Questioned one of her more abrupt students, Madison. She had copper coloured hair and smelt oddly like raisins. She just ignored them. She ignored everybody. She didn't even know where he was. They just took him; they didn't seem to care about her. The police asked her a few questions about him, but she just lied through her teeth. She wanted to protect him, and it hurt that she couldn't. It felt like she was in the middle of an ocean and she could not swim. She didn't know how to get out. After leaving Coal Hill, and it's irritatingly nosy members, she carried on with her routine. She would put in a microwave Spaghetti Bolognese, have the BBC on constantly and would scour the internet, trying to find out about his whereabouts. She logged onto Youtube, ignoring the spam that resided on her computer and typed in his title.
The Doctor.
She flicked past the conspiracy theories and the fans, until she found the one scene she had been looking for. After watching the 30 second Ad about dental care, the video finally began to play. It showed the man who she travelled with for the past two years, explaining his story to the public. He was in a completely black room, the light only showing on his desk and figure. He had some slight stubble, like grass that hadn't been mowed in several days, relatively fresh. He was also in an orange jumpsuit, as though he had been imprisoned. But prisoners didn't get to make public performances…
"Hello, I'm The Doctor. I shouldn't be here, and you shouldn't know about me. But you do. So I'm going to let you know a little bit about me. I'm from the planet of Gallifrey, I'm over a thousand years old. This is my 11th incarnation, meaning I've had 11 bodies. I've done something that I shouldn't of. I'm safe though, the government are very nice people. Don't be alarmed by me, I look like you don't I?"
He smiled the whole way through it, but it wasn't a smile out of happiness. It was a sad smile, a defeated smile. His hair had grown longer too, it was near his shoulders. He also had tears in his eyes, but his pride would not let them know, he needed to be reassuring. She wanted to find him, she needed to find him. She understood him. She watched that video every night, trying to find a solution, a clue. But she was sure there wasn't one. She needed to find another way; she needed help. And she was going to get it.
Thank you for reading. I'm hugely open to criticism, the sole purpose of this story is too improve my writing. Thank you. If continued chapters will be longer, this is just a tester.