Sorry for the wait, and the shortness of this chapter. I hope you're enjoying reading this as much as I am writing it. I like analyzing and getting into the characters' heads, and trying to understand how they might think or feel while things are happening. Anyway, enjoy this chapter, and remember to review! It's nice to know people are actually reading and enjoying this, and I won't know that unless you say something.
(Also, this chapter title comes from an awesome song that I felt sort of sums up Clara and the Doctor's relationship quite nicely. It's called 'Hero/Heroine' by Boys like Girls, and I highly recommend checking it out, though it's not crucial.)
- Raven
She couldn't deny there was a certain thrill she got from him that she couldn't find anywhere else. Even in the midst of the danger- and there was plenty of danger- that addicting joy and adrenaline never ceased to make her feel alive. Her own life paled in comparison; teacher at a middle school with a brief period of nanny-ing on the side. It would become so monotonous, so boring, that she often wondered what it was that kept her from going insane.
And then she'd hear that noise. That grinding, whirring, groaning and wheezing that sounded so wrong to untrained ears but was just the right elixir to give her butterflies in her stomach. The doors would open, and off they would go, travelling, saving, exploring, and all the while she would say, 'just one more.' And one more, and one more. It was more than just addicting; it was a way of life. Her way.
Until she found something. Someone. And that magical wheezing and whirring turned her stomach sour, and the butterflies fled rather quickly in the face of her displeasure. But she had gone anyway, whether she was just out of instinct or curiosity, or that insatiable need that drove her, she never knew. Just that when he called, she came. It was simple as that.
Until it wasn't so simple. Until the adventures became complications, as limitations were placed, and rules set. Warnings given. And she found herself questioning everything, in spite of herself.
Danny meant well, she knew he did. But there was still that bitter taste in back of her mouth as she travelled, a reminder that she had to stop. For his sake, and hers. And each time she'd say, 'this is it. This is the last one. I'll stop now.' And then, 'but just one more.'