I really think the 12th Doctor is underrated. I absolutly adore the man! Personally, I think that a lot more people should write more fanfics about 12 :)
Before, it was just a man and his box.
But one day, he finds someone oddly intriguing on their...
"Whats wrong? You're not happy. Why aren't you happy? Tell me." The Doctor speaks up to his TARDIS, concerned for his time machine.
"Come on! We're on a roll!" Clara says, leaning in the doorway with {Y/n}.
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"Monsters, things blowing up. Oh, hey, can we go back to that place where the people with long necks have been celebrating New Year for two centuries. I left my sunglasses there," Clara says.
"And most of our dignity. Plus the glasses where on me," {Y/n} adds, turning to her.
"Sorry," she adds.
"They were my favourite glasses," Clara joked.
"Why have you brought us here?" The Doctor talks over the two to his TARDIS.
"Here being?"
"Underwater. Some sort of base. The technology's twenty second century. Maybe military, maybe scientific," he says. {Y/n}'s hearts sank at the mentioning of water.
"Sorry, did you say under water?"
"Is their a crew," Clara iterupts.
"Must be, somewhere, if there's oxegyn," He says. The two walk out into the corridor, but {Y/n} didn't follow. She Instead stayed stood in the doorway of the TARDIS looking out at the water separated by the glass. Her breathing started to increase in speed and her legs began to tremble beneath her. She felt as if her head was spinning and everything around her was turning to mush.
It was clear she was showing signs of a panic attack.
Slowly she began to take small steps out at a time to catch up with the two who were now far ahead.
"I want another adventure. Come on, I know you two feel the same. You're itching to save another planet, I know it," Clara says, walking further up from him.
The Doctor watched her skip ahead and smiles following her. Both oblivious to what was happening.
They soon enter into a mess hall where there is a big mural of a dragon and a serpent threatning some men in a small wooden sailing boat. The place was left in a state.
{Y/n} follows them inside and immedently goes to a seat, closing her eyes shut to concentrate on her breathing.
