Its 10:30 p.m. in London and a crash is heard around the city. Nobody turns to look. Nobody looks out the windows nobody bothers to pay any mind to it. "Well that was a fun landing" exclaims the doctor. "Landing. Is that what you'd call that?" Clara retorts. "I haven't gotten a chance to perfect my flying with this new regeneration. We are only supposed 12 ya know." The doctor replies while fixing his colar. "That's odd". The doctor whispers. "What is?" Clara asked confused. "Nothing. Let's go inside now. Out of the cold" says the doctor. The doctor thinks about how his tardis crashed in the past. How there were always people who came to see what caused the commotion. But not today. Something is off. And he just can't figure out what
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The myth, The legends, and The Detectives
FanfictionEvery version of reality is slamming together and the 13th Doctor and his companion Clara are on a hunt to discover why and hopefully stop it with a little help from some new faces and a local celebritys from other realitys
