The Impossible Story (Doctor Who Fan Fiction

Small Talking to a New Beginning

'I'm sorry,' he hadn't meant to hurt her but it is how he felt. He started the scooter and they barely speak. Silence and the hum of the scooter was all that could be heard until close to the end of the ride and he attempted a bit of small talk. 'How's the job?'

'What teaching.' Clara smirks at the Doctor's attempt at small talk 'good I guess. Nothing spectacular.'

'Teach anything interesting,' the Doctor continued.

'Not really Marcus Aurelius,' Clara stated not really thinking.

'Isn't that you're hero,' he remembered seeing the poster in her house and the quotes in her classroom. It's good to have heroes the Doctor thought to himself.

'When I was younger,' Clara finally admitted.

'So, not anymore,' the Doctor is a bit perplexed at her change of heart.

'No, not anymore,' she had decided that the day she met the Doctor. How could anyone measure up to the Doctor the saver of worlds.

'Why,' the Doctor still wasn't getting it. He was a really slow genius sometimes.

'I found a new one,' she said hoping he would get the clue.

'And who would that be,' he was intrigued.

'Don't you know,' Clara looked over at him and smiled at his daftness.

'No, that's why I'm asking! Isn't that why people ask questions,' he is genuinely unaware of Clara's feelings.

'It's you! You big goof,' Clara couldn't believe she had to spell it out for him.

'Oh, huh I'm no hero. Just a madman with a box!'

Well, you are my impossibly mad hero,' she beamed at her Doctor.

'Time to land,' the Doctor avoided the compliment. This was good enough for him. He took a gamble coming back to his Impossible Girl. And it seemed to be paying off because she was helping him heal and this confirmed it. They gave the scooter back to Doreen who waved and barked her goodbyes to them.Two heartbroken friends walked back to the blue police box. Both, in shambles but eager to start the long road to mend all three hearts.