Have I mentioned before that this show is not mine, well it's not in case you were still unsure.
The Doctor hummed as he worked. Why not? After it was a nice day on Earth, as of yet no humans had come in to interfere with his delicate experiments and hopefully the Master and any other alien invaders would stay away for at least a few more hours. The Doctor usually wasn't one for rest but a little peace and quiet after several weeks of running about and mad cap schemes and blasted UNIT making a mess of things… well let's just say he had no regrets on sending the bothersome soldiers out after a very fictional monster.
He was still working on repairing his TARDIS, he'd been here for a little more than a year Earth time and it was driving him mad. He needed to get back to his ship, back to the stars where he belonged. He mixed two chemicals together which should give the dematerialization circuit an extra boost of power and would, in theory, enable him to leave the planet. He was 85 % sure it would work… actually closer to 64 %, well more like 42 %...
The two chemicals fizzled together bubbling violently. The Doctor frowned, was that right? Oh well, best to press on anyhow. As a scientist, he was no stranger to having his eyebrows burned off in an experiment gone awry and he'd never get off this planet by sitting on his bum. In the corner of his lab, the TARDIS let out a low level whine.
"Oh hush my dear, I know you are as impatient as I am to leave this primitive planet but I need to concentrate and I can't with you being so noisy over there." He grabbed another purple fizzing chemical and swirled it lightly. Yes a little bit of this will get that dematerialization circuit working in no time flat. He was almost 27 % sure. "Steady as she goes." He muttered as he slowly began to add the fizzing liquid to the first beaker. Just as the two chemicals were about to touch the most curious thing happened, something he would not be able to explain for a long, long time.
"Doctor no!" He turned in time to see a young girl with long brown hair tackle him to the ground as the chemicals met and caused a fiery explosion to rip through the lab. The Doctor sat up in a daze. The window on the wall was completely gone along with a good portion of the wall and ceiling. He blinked as the sunlight fell onto his face unfettered. What in the name of sanity just happened? He was surprised when he turned to address his savior that he was alone in the room. Where had she gone to? She was here not a moment before.
"Doctor! Doctor are you alright?" He heard Jo scream from down the hall and he couldn't help the wry smile. So much for his peaceful afternoon.
"Yes Jo, I'm quite all right, just a bit of an accident in the lab. I suffer nothing worse than some singed clothes and wounded pride." Jo stumbled into the room and gasped.
"You call this a bit of an accident? Look at the mess!"
"It's fine Jo, nothing some paint and bricks can't repair." She walked over and helped pull him up.
"But the whole wall is gone Doctor! The Brigadier is gonna have a fit when he sees this!" As she helped him up the Doctor couldn't help but finger her hair lightly. Still the light hay blonde he knew so well. But he could have sworn that girl had been mousy brown… "Well anyway, I'm just glad you're ok. I'm glad you had the sense to move out of the way or else we'd be scraping you off the walls."
"Yes, yes it sure was lucky." He muttered to himself as Jo walked him out of the room and down to the sick bay. He did indeed receive an earful from the Brigadier not only about the explosion, which also destroyed a bit of the offices in the next room, but for sending UNIT officers out on a wild goose chase.
The Doctor apologized and promised never to do it again; though he was not specific as to which offence he was sorry for. As he was leaving, the Doctor asked if anyone else had been in the vicinity at the time of the explosion, any brown haired young ladies perhaps. The Brigadier raised an unamused eyebrow and reported that the closest anyone had been was Jo who was in the restroom 5 rooms over.
The Doctor frowned as he laid down for a light rest at Jo's insistence. He knew he had seen someone, heard someone shout his name. He'd even felt her touch as she pushed him out of harm's way. He closed him eyes, oh well, he'd work on that a little later. Jo would have a bird if he started investigating now… plus he had to look at that experiment again later, see what went wrong. He still needed to get off of Earth and trial and error was the only way he'd get there.
Clara smirked as the Doctor nodded off, she could imagine he was already scheming of new ways to blow himself up. Jeez what a man, he sure knew how to keep a girl busy. She leaned down and kissed his forehead gently brushing back his fluffy grey hair.
"Sleep well Doctor, and try and be a little more careful next time, will you? I won't be here every time you try and get yourself killed." She smirked at her own little joke. Of course she would be, she was the impossible girl. She could be everywhere at once, always protecting him, always saving him though oftentimes it wasn't a villain he needed protection from. She was still smiling as she quietly slipped out of the room. He wouldn't remember her anyway. But that was alright, she wasn't doing this recognition, she was doing this because she wanted him safe. And with his luck, he was going to need it.
The next installment in my Saving the Doctor series. I am indeed going to be going out of order with this series and I just had to start with my favorite of the Classic Doctors, the lovely Jon Pertwee as Three. I quite like this as, even if the plot is a bit... eh, I think I think I did a good job capturing Three's personality. Oh you perfect being you. I also know that Clara really is only there to save the Doctor from the Great Intelligence but it's more fun this way!