AN: This is my first fanfic by the way, I ship whouffle all the way
Doctor
Clara, Clara. So beautiful with her little gleaming eyes, her brown hair always shining, but her eyes if you look deep into them, you can see her sadness, her insecurity. Oh don't think I haven't noticed, I see it all, I feel it all, she can't see how perfect she it, how beautiful she is, and how much she means to me. Every Wednesday after dropping her off, I'll skip straight to next Wednesday. I can't wait a week, my TARDIS is pretty good at this now, and almost as soon as she walks out she goes straight to next Wednesday. But not today, I don't know why, she doesn't want to go to Wednesday, come on you stupid thing I say pulling a few levers, it's just a Wednesday, what's wrong with that? She gives me a rumble a indignation,
"Sorry!" I chuck at her getting more stressed by the minute. Clara. She's the only thing I have on my mind. It's been getting stronger recently, in my dreams, in my mind; she's always there. Always beautiful. My impossible girl.
I give the TARDIS a kick and she springs into action.
"YES! Oh you sexy thing, come on then, Clara time!" I run down the corridor past the helter skelter and to the wardrobe, where my new bow tie was lying on top of the other clothes. The TARDIS really did have a routine going for this. Good girl.
When we land, I double check the date and see that it's Tuesday evening, oh well, close enough, she can come out for the night as well: even better. I pat the TARDIS, telling her I'll be back in a moment and wander off towards Clara's home.