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Chapter 3

The Eleventh

He thought that he might get away with it as he walked down the darkened halls of the Oswald manor on Endor. He walked down the middle of the corridor, with some hope that he wouldn't trip over his feet and knock something over. He picked up the bottom of the monk's cloak that he was wearing as he walked, feeling like he might trip over it.

He knew which room he was meant to go to. His brother had managed to get him a message to him about the room that he was staying in. The older brother, Ten. He would hate to think what Twelve thought of him at the moment. He was probably annoyed with him. Trying to act like their dad. Just because he was technically older than them, doesn't make him the boss.

John, the Eleventh, moved from the middle of the corridor to look at the room on his left. He hoped that he had found Ten's room but silently closed the door when he found it empty. Thinking that it could be the next one, he quickly jogged around it and accidentally caught his elbow on one of the ornaments on the table, sending it crashing to the floor.

He quickly picked it up and put it back on the table while the door behind him opened up. Once it was back on the table, he was dragged into the room and met with Ten's face.

"So this is the right room," Eleven said.

"What the hell are you doing? Where the hell have you been? What the hell are you wearing?"

"I accidentally caught that."

"Were you trying to wake Twelve? He is mad at you."

"Well, I just got distracted."

"Distracted?" Ten sighed. "Eleven, this can't go on any longer."

"I know just …" Eleven said, trialling off.

"Look you better have a good story. Not only to tell Twelve but to also tell Clara and her father. She looked disappointed that you weren't there."

"Don't worry. I have a great story."


Eleven smiled widely as he entered the dining room to join them for breakfast. Twelve shot him a glare as soon as he saw him. He stopped at the end of the table.

"My Lord, I am John, the Eleventh of Gallifrey. Eleven for short. I must apologise for my absence yesterday. Something unexpected happened." Eleven said.

"I think we are glad that you are here now, my Lord," Dave said, gesturing him to take his place.

"What happened then?" Clara asked as soon as he had sat down.

"Sorry?"

"You said something unexpected happened. What happened?"

Eleven could see Twelve smile out of the corner of his eye.

"I was with a group of monks and we were stopping this … thing from happening. Anyway, to cut a long story short, I ended up getting so involved that I think I may have accidentally joined their brotherhood. There was something about being cleansed by beheading. That was when I was out of there. I mean you wouldn't like me headless and I have a pretty good brain that I like and put to good use."

Twelve stared at his brother, willing him to shut up. He felt like he was just digging himself into a bigger hole. His eyes flicked to Clara to see that she was smiling at him, obviously not believing a word of what was falling out of his brother's mouth. He rolled his eyes at her and smiled when she tried to hide her laughter.

"Ah no, I remember now, we were in search of a lost baby," Eleven said.


Eleven waited for Clara to finish talking to her father after breakfast. He felt like he had to say something more to her. He had missed the looks over to Twelve and something told him that something happened when they meet yesterday. He would ask Ten about it later.

"Lady Clara." He said as she left the dining room.

"John, the Eleventh. I am glad you could finally join us."

"I was always going to join you. Just didn't expect to be so late."

"Well, you make yourself out to be quite the hero," Clara said before she started walking.

"But that doesn't impress my bride-to-be."

"I would have preferred it if you were prompt. My mother used to say that being on time was late. She told me that you should always aim to be ten minutes early."

"I find that with parties, the later you get there, the better. You don't want to be first to the party."

She turned to him. "Well someone has to be first."

Eleven stopped and allowed her to take a few steps to get ahead of him. He took a deep breath before he took a couple of long strides and caught up with her.

"I didn't mean to offend you. We might be called Time Lords but we are all rubbish with time."

He smiled when he saw her lips start to curl into a smile.

"I accept your apology." She said as she turned to him. "But you have a lot of making up to do. I have a few things to do this morning but this afternoon, I will show you the grounds. I would like to get to know you, Eleven before we marry. Or are you going to be late to that as well?"

"I would be a fool to be late."

He stopped walking again and allowed her to walk to wherever she was going on her own. He smiled as he realised that he still had a chance to impress her. Their first meeting wasn't a hit, as he was late, but there was something about Lady Clara Oswald that made him want to get to know her. He would just have to work some of his magic on her.

He clapped his hands together before he spun on his heel, with the plan of heading to his room to change and wait for Clara. He flipped his wrist to look at his watch as it buzzed. He looked down at the message on it. He shouldn't really go but Clara was going to be a while. He could be there and back and she wouldn't even notice that he was gone. Well, that was the plan anyway.