The TARDIS swung sideways, nearly taking Clara off her feet,
"Stupid piece of junk..." Clara muttered under her breath. The TARDIS must have heard her as it lurched the opposite way, making the Doctor's icy glare fix straight upon her,
"What have you said to her now?" his Scottish accent rising in pitch as the ship groaned in revolt against the Doctor's attempts to steer it.
"Nothing!" Clara lied, in response, the ship lurched again.
"Clara!" The Doctor reprimanded her, "You know she can hear you!"
Clara huffed, "Sorry ship!" she whined.
The Doctor gave her one of his new hawk stares. "Like you mean it Oswald." he said, from the sound of his tone, it was like he knew she hadn't meant it.
She sighed, "Fine, Sorry." she said begrudgingly. The ship slowed, allowing the Doctor time to turn to Clara and nod his thanks. He reached across to a blue switch. The TARDIS immediately stopped moving.
"We've stopped!" Clara smiled about to head toward the doors, glad to be rid of the scornful behavior of the ship when the Doctor said,
"I've just put the blue stabilisers on, she's still moving." Clara returned to the console.
"Just this once." he said softly.
"Why haven't you done this before? It is so much easier to travel this way?" Clara asked.
"And BORING! That's why I don't have the stabilisers,1" he spun around, his silver hair glistening under the purple glow of the lights.
"And I didn't know she had them until a few hundred years ago." he added quietly.
"Did the ship teach you?" Clara quizzed him.
"No," His face fell, a sad smile touching his lips. At the same time the lights of the TARDIS dipped slightly darker, like the ship was sad also. "Someone close to the both of us," referring to the TARDIS "They showed me the switch. They taught me so much." Clara was about to inquire further when the Doctor suddenly jumped to the other side of the console,
"Ah here we are," he pulled a lever and span around again, "The third moon of Protioxis, Knellious, famous for trading, green sandy beaches and THE tastiest Burger in the universe."
"Can I get out now?" Clara pleaded. The Doctor laughed, "Of course Clara!" He offered his hand to her, "Adventure waits..." And with that, they left the TARDIS.
"Just let me lock up!" The Doctor called after Clara, she had walked a little ahead to try to get a view of the area she was now in. They appeared to be in some form of alleyway. It was dusty and the air was dry. Clara turned to give him on of her sarcastic looks. "Alright clever boy, but I'm getting bor..." Clara watched in horror as the TARDIS shimmered out of sight, without the Doctor.
"Where are you going?" He shouted, clearly angry. The TARDIS vanished completely, and Clara ran to the Doctor's side.
"Doctor what do we do? How do we get home?" Clara panicked; she had exam papers to mark before Monday morning.
The Doctor wasn't listening, he walked forward and picked up a strange blue book of the floor, it was well loved and it seemed to resemble the TARDIS in design.
"Doctor what is that?" Clara came closer to him, but the Doctor turned the book away, so she couldn't see his face or the pages he was reading.
"The TARDIS needs to be somewhere else..." He said plainly, his voice thicker than usual.
"Without us?" Clara replied. The Doctor turned eyes burning with red outlines, he was crying.
"Doctor!" Clara cried out. She grabbed the book off him. He reached out but dropped his hand,
"Doctor is this yours?" Clara asked gently. The Doctor shook his head. "She gave it to me..." he said, his voice cracking.
"The TARDIS?" The Doctor looked up, shocked,
"What? No! Someone else." the words spilling out his mouth. Clara decided to press him further. She turned the book over in her hands. The cover was hot; the front had a gallifreyan symbol freshly burned into it. "This must be recent," Clara deduced, "The cover's still smoking." Clara was about to open the book when the Doctor slammed his hands over the book, "No!" he growled, he then took the book back off Clara and waved it to the sky, shaking his fist,
"You better have a good reason for defacing her diary," the Doctor shouted to the tops of the buildings in the small alleyway, the harsh sunlight, only now becoming visible to Clara, she hadn't got that far down the alley. "And you better fix it, she won't be very happy with you when she sees what you've done to her book!" The Doctor gently stroked the binding of the book before placing it gently in his coat pocket, patting the pocket softly after doing so.
He turned to Clara, "She'll be back when we need her, or when she needs us, whatever happens first."
The Doctor skipped past her and turned on his heels, "Come on, Let's go sight-seeing! We have plenty of time, or not, but the TARDIS can wait if she returns early."
"Doctor," Clara asked nervously "What did the TARDIS say to you in the message?" The Doctor's eyes went stone cold.
"Nothing..." He waved his hand to get her to walk on toward the main street but Clara knew he was just encouraging her to drop the subject.
"Doctor!" she stamped her foot.
He sighed, frustrated at having to be honest with her, "She told me she had to leave and..." he paused, the same sad smile returning from earlier,
"Time will be rewritten."