The Mirror Cracks (A Doctor Who Fan Fiction)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

“What do you think?”

The female Doctor came out from behind the dressing screen, wearing a denim jacket, a white top which almost seemed too big for her and leggings. She seemed uncomfortable in her new outfit and folded her arms after giving a twirl to the on-looking Clara.

“Well I think it really suits you. For some reason, I don’t think you like it though.”

Clara could see in how uncomfortable Oswin was and smiled to reassure her.

“Let’s try the second outfit I picked out. Maybe I was thinking too ‘rock chick’”

“What’s a rock chick? I’ve never heard of rock chickens before. What planet do they originate from?”

Clara couldn’t help but giggle at what Oswin had said. She was just like the Doctor, an innocence or naivety which hid their incredible intellect and problem solving abilities which she assumed both shared. She liked her, someone who she was not just attracted to but more of a friend. She could feel herself blushing at the thought of ‘fancying’ the Doctor, her Doctor, and looked up to see Oswin smiling over from behind the screen.

“You’re thinking about him, aren’t you?”

Clara tried to regain her composure. “And who might that be?”

She stood up, making herself look confident by standing tall, hands behind her back and balancing on her heels.

“Your Doctor. The one upstairs, the other me. I saw the way you looked at him. I may be the Doctor but I can see things he wouldn’t normally see. Woman’s intuition.”

She winked as she put on her next outfit. Clara smiled at her answer. Maybe, if she could stay a bit longer, they could talk. She would know how the Doctor thought and she could give her advice, help in coping with her feelings for this incredible man. Was he a man? An alien, of course but you’re allowed to think how human-like he is. 

“You look cute when you are over-thinking.”

Clara looked up to see Oswin putting on the final part of her outfit. She had seen her, the way she scrunched up her face slightly as she tried to put a thought out of her head, something Clara was self-concious about.

“Yeah, not exactly an attractive look, is it?”

Oswin bent down to get her shoes on.

“I’m sure he would think it was. He goes after all sorts of women. He dated the daughter of one of his companions after all.”

“So you know about River Song then?”

Oswin popped up from behind the dresser. Clara realised what she said but tried not to show how silly she felt at asking that question. Of course she knew.

“Dear, I know all about his escapades and River Song, that crafty little minx, was only the tip of the iceberg. I was him, remember? I just took a slight detour and now I’m having trouble working a corset.”

Clara giggled again. Oswin’s feminine company was certainly a welcome change in the TARDIS. She wish she didn't have to go but she could tell the Doctor was working hard upstairs to fix whatever had happened and return her to her own timestream or universe or something.

“Here, let me help you.” Clara came over to the dressing screen.

“Don’t worry, I’m finished. Are you ready for the grand reveal?”

“Surprise me!”

The female Doctor came from the behind the dressing screen, her new look a sudden change to what she had previously worn. Her hair had not changed from her first meeting with Clara but her red dress, cardigan and flats gave her a sweet look which looked almost similar to Clara.

“It’s like looking in a mirror,” remarked Clara, which seemed to strike a chord with Oswin who looked up immediately, “In a good way of course!”

Clara winked at her and she smiled back before giving a twirl.

“I finally feel less restricted. Trousers were so last regeneration!”

Clara giggled again but it was short lived as the TARDIS shook, its light system going out before bringing on a light red glow which Clara had never seen before.

“What happened?” Clara asked, regaining her posse after what had happened.

Oswin brushed herself down before answering.

“I think we’ve stopped. We might have a big problem on our hands if the TARDIS is on secondary power.”

Suddenly the Doctor appeared from the level above, his head looking down at his two female travelling companions.

“Sorry ladies but we seem to have an issue. The TARDIS has stopped and we’re in big trouble. I think we may be stuck for a while so if you could bring Scrabble from the clothes chest, that would be great! Afterwards we can reset the TARDIS if you girls like.”

The Doctor popped back up and the two females looked at one another.

“Want to be in my team?” asked Oswin, “I’m great with words.”                                

“Somehow, I think getting the TARDIS back up and running sounds more appealing to me,” said Clara as she began to make her way up to the control room.

“You’re no fun!” shouted Oswin, running up behind her.