One Shots Stories

The DI's Surprise Sunshine(Alec Hardy x Clara Oswald)

Broadchruch and Doctor Who Crossover

In the quaint town of Broadchurch, Detective Inspector Alec Hardy was having one of those days. The rain had been relentless, cases were piling up, and his mood was as stormy as the weather. He trudged into the station, his thoughts consumed by the weight of his responsibilities.

Meanwhile, Clara Oswald, his young wife in her mid-twenties, was preparing for her surprise visit. Her button nose crinkled as she thought about his reaction. She knew he'd had a tough time lately, and she wanted to brighten his day. Clara's caramel brown eyes sparkled with anticipation as she imagined the look on his face.

Alec, lost in his paperwork, barely noticed the commotion in the station. Officers were whispering among themselves, their curiosity piqued by the unfamiliar face in their midst. Clara, with her distinctive dimples and stunning appearance, was a sight to behold, and the officers couldn't fathom who this young, heavily pregnant woman was.

Just as Alec was about to lose himself in his work, the office door swung open, and there stood Clara, her eyes locking onto his tired ones. "Surprise!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with joy.

Alec's heart skipped a beat as he stood up, his stern expression melting into one of pure delight. He couldn't believe his eyes. "Clara? What are you doing here?"

Clara grinned, her lips forming those familiar dimples. "I thought I'd drop by and brighten your day, love. And I've got some news," she said, gently placing a hand on her swollen belly.

Alec's initial joy was mixed with concern. "You shouldn't be here, not with the baby and all. It's not safe."

Clara's eyebrows arched playfully. "Oh, come on, Alec. I can take care of myself, and I wanted to be with you."

Their argument continued, the stubbornness of youth clashing with Alec's protective instincts. In the end, Clara's determination won, and Alec couldn't help but smile at her tenacity.

The next morning, as Clara explored the town, she found herself engaging in conversations with the locals. They were equally curious about the pregnant woman with the button nose, and disbelief washed over their faces when they discovered she was the wife of the usually grumpy DA.

Broadchurch had never seen a more unexpected and heartwarming surprise than the arrival of Alec's spirited wife, who had managed to inject a dose of sunshine into their gloomy town.

The news of Clara's presence in Broadchurch spread like wildfire. The locals, accustomed to the routine of their small town, found themselves captivated by the story unfolding before them.

As Clara meandered through the narrow streets, her baby bump leading the way, she couldn't help but notice the sideways glances and hushed conversations. The town that once seemed indifferent now buzzed with curiosity.

At the local cafe, she struck up conversations with shopkeepers and townsfolk. The more they talked to her, the more they realized the depth beneath Alec Hardy's tough exterior. Clara's warmth and genuine interest in their lives were a stark contrast to the perception they had of the stern DI.

Meanwhile, back at the station, Alec couldn't escape the questioning looks and teasing remarks from his colleagues. "Didn't know you had it in you, sir," one officer winked. Alec, usually composed, found himself blushing and grumbling in response.

That evening, Alec and Clara strolled along the cliffs overlooking the sea. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow on the couple. Alec couldn't help but steal glances at his wife, her silhouette framed by the fading light.

"Clara," he began, his voice softening, "I was worried about you being here, but seeing the way you've connected with the town, I... I can't help but be grateful."

Clara smiled, her hand finding Alec's. "The town is lovely, Alec, and so are the people. I wanted to understand the place that's become a part of you."

As they walked back, Clara's presence seemed to cast a newfound warmth over Broadchurch. The residents, once skeptical, now embraced her with open arms. The local pub, usually a somber place, echoed with laughter and chatter.

The next day, Alec found himself welcomed with knowing smiles rather than questioning glances. The town, which had been skeptical of outsiders, had accepted Clara as one of their own. Alec, the gruff detective, realized that his life in Broadchurch was changing in unexpected and beautiful ways.

And so, the small town of Broadchurch continued to evolve, as its residents learned that even the most stoic figures could be softened by the warmth of unexpected love and the charm of a button-nosed, heavily pregnant woman named Clara.

In the days that followed, Alec and Clara embraced the small moments that made their connection stronger. Clara, with her infectious energy, dragged Alec into the heart of Broadchurch life.

One evening, they found themselves at the local fair. Alec, usually reserved, couldn't resist the gleam in Clara's eyes as she insisted they try every carnival game. Amidst the laughter and cheers, Alec found himself enjoying a side of life he had long neglected.

As they wandered through the fair, Clara's hand slipped into Alec's. "You're not as grumpy as they think you are, you know?" she teased, squeezing his hand.

Alec scoffed, but there was a twinkle in his eye. "Don't let it get out, or they'll start expecting me to smile."

Clara chuckled, leaning into him. "Well, I like your smiles. And your scowls. And everything in between."

Their evenings were spent exploring the charm of Broadchurch, from its hidden beaches to its cozy pubs. Clara's conversations with locals became a regular occurrence, and Alec found himself enchanted by the way she effortlessly connected with people.

One rainy afternoon, they took shelter in a quaint bookstore. Alec watched as Clara's eyes lit up at the sight of the shelves. "I've always loved books," she confessed, running her fingers along the spines.

Alec, who hadn't stepped into a bookstore in years, found himself intrigued. "What do you like to read?"

Clara's answer was a mix of genres, from mystery novels to romance. Alec, with a smirk, picked up a crime novel. "Maybe you'll appreciate my line of work more after reading this."

Their banter continued, and they left the store with a shared book in hand. It became a tradition - exchanging novels and discussing them late into the night.

Despite the occasional arguments about safety and Alec's overprotectiveness, their time in Broadchurch was forging a deeper bond. Clara's presence had transformed Alec's world, and he found himself looking forward to the simple joys of life that she brought with her.

As the days unfolded, Alec and Clara discovered that love wasn't just about grand gestures but the quiet moments, the stolen glances, and the shared laughter that filled their days in the idyllic town of Broadchurch.