RATING: T
SHIP: Eleven/Clara
CHAPTER: 1/48
A/N: Thanks to everyone who's followed and favourite! :D
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Doctor Who but the setting is my creation :)
CHAPTER 1: DREAM OR MEMORY?
Running. Always running. The red grass tickled her feet as she ran over the hill. She stopped, her breath stolen from her. The twin suns were reflected on the silver leaves in the forest below. It was early autumn, so the wind was hot and dry. The silver leaves turned red, creating the effect of a forest of fire tumbling over the nearby snow-capped mountains. The citadel caught her eye, the gleaming glass in all its glory. Something was wrong. It was too quiet. Too peaceful. Suddenly, a sound emitted from all around her, screams pierced through the air and the ground began to tremor. Gallifrey had fallen.
"Clara! Clara! Wake up!" Clara's eyes shot open. It was a dream, only a dream. Or was it a memory…?
"Doctor?" Clara croaked, rubbing her eyes. She wiped away the tears there, too ashamed to even look at him.
"You were screaming. What happened?" The Doctor asked while looking at her, concerned
"Nothing. It was just a silly dream. Honestly, I'm fine," Clara explained, still not looking up. The Doctor gently cupped her cheek and tilted her head so that she was looking at him. He searched her eyes and gave up.
"You can always talk to me, Clara. I hope you know that," The Doctor said and Clara nodded. He stroked her cheek, smiling feebly and then kissed her on the forehead, perhaps lingering longer than was platonic.
"Get some rest," He encouraged, and then stepped into the darkness of her room. She followed his dimly lit outline and lay back down when the door clicked softly shut.
The next day, Clara walked into the kitchen, her dressing gown wrapped tightly around her.
"Morning!" Clara turned around and jumped. The Doctor was sitting at the table with some complicated plans laid out on the table, his glasses on the end of his nose.
"Morning," Clara smiled back, carrying her cup of tea over to him. She placed the cup on the only fragment of table not covered by plans and then rested her chin on his shoulder.
"What's this?" she asked, and he grinned.
"This, Clara, is the plan for the Empire State Building. I must have taken it with me after Martha and I went there," The Doctor explained, rolling up the plans and placing them in his coat pocket. He took the glasses off his nose and folded them onto the table. He jumped up from the table, and excited grin of a four year old plastered onto his face.
"Where do you want to go today?" He asked and she grinned, his enthusiasm infecting her.
"I would like to see… I know! Take me to your favourite place," Clara asked, and The Doctor thought for a minute before deciding on a place.
"OK. My favourite place. Anchslok, a providence in a jungle planet. The people there are trees! Actually…coming to think of it…I met a rich tree before. I think she was from there. Platform One, the year 5.5 slash apple slash B," The Doctor rambled, and Clara placed a hand on each of The Doctor's shoulders to quiet him.
"I know. I was there. Just blue," Clara smirked and The Doctor's face lit up.
"Clever clogs," he teased, placing a kiss on her forehead and she smirked and walked out. The Doctor walked to the console room and checked his reflection in the blank screen of the scanner. He licked his hand and smoothed the top of his fringe down. Ten minutes later, Clara emerged from her room in a pair of high waisted shorts and a high collared blouse tucked into them. She had a cardigan on, and her red shoulder bag was slung over her shoulder and across her chest. She had high heeled ankle boots on, her favourite pair. It was just so typically Clara.
"What are you looking at, Chin?" Clara smirked, and The Doctor looked away from her tanned, skinny legs.
"I'm not looking at anything!" The Doctor blushed and Clara laughed
"OK. I give you…Anchslok!" The Doctor announced, opening the doors to a dense tropical jungle. Clara stepped out tentatively, followed by The Doctor. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and she grinned at him.
"It's a lot better than it looks," The Doctor pressed and Clara laughed.
"It looks amazing already," Clara exclaimed and The Doctor smiled
"Come along, Oswald," The Doctor said, and removed his arm from her shoulders but took her hand. They walked through the dense forest until they came to a clearing. There was a rock pool, full of crystal clear freshwater. On the side of the rock pool was a waterfall, which diamond-like water cascaded down into the next pool, and on it went as far as Clara could see.
"It's beautiful," Clara gasped, and The Doctor wrapped his arm around her waist.
"It is," The Doctor agreed, but Clara realized he wasn't talking about the rock pool.
"So, are we going for a swim?" Clara asked, taking off her shoulder bag and placing it gently on the rock next to her.
"Of course!" The Doctor grinned, motioning to his trousers. For the first time, Clara realized that he wasn't wearing his normal trousers but instead a TARDIS blue pair of swimming trunks. Luckily, she had thought ahead as well.
"Good," she grinned, and he took off his jacket, boots and shirt. She stared at him in complete disbelief. He had defined muscles on his stomach that the usual university professor outfit must have hidden.
"So are you going to stare at me all day or are you going to get in?" The Doctor asked, and Clara blushed. Oh, she hated him sometimes. He climbed up onto a rock and then tensed his arms, showing off his muscles.
"Oh, quit showing off," Clara laughed and he laughed as well.
"Only for your entertainment, Oswald. GERONIMO!" he yelled, and bombed into the pool creating a huge splash and drenching Clara. His head bobbed up, his fringe sill in the exact same place.
"Come in!" He beckoned
"OK. I'm coming! Quit whining," she winked at him and he pretended to be offended
"I don't whine!" The Doctor protested, swimming up to her. She took off her blouse and shorts, revealing a red and white striped bikini. She tried not to feel embarrassed as she could feel The Doctor's eyes on her. He wolf whistled, and she folded her arms. Oh, she was definitely going to kill him.
"Right, that's it," Clara yelled, and jumped into the water right next to him. She splashed him with water and he then brought his arm around and sent loads flying towards her face. Before they knew it, they were in a full water fight.
"Enough," Clara laughed after a load of water entered mouth and she accidentally swallowed it. He laughed with her and the water around them started to calm again. Both The Doctor and Clara were treading water, as he had no idea how deep the water actually was.
"DOCTOR!" She screamed, and suddenly she was gone. He looked underwater and saw her spiralling downwards at an immensely fast speed. She was evidently trying to swim back up, but something was pulling her down. His hearts stopped when he realised he could no longer see her.
NEXT CHAPTER: The Bottom of the Rock Pool
He had to save Clara
There was a sickening crack
"You're not dying, Clara. Not now,"
A/N: Thanks for reading and please review and tell me what you think. Does anyone want Jenny to return later on in the story? Tell me what you think
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