His Minds Eye

The night

In the still of the night The Doctor and the tardis found themselves looking down the the belly of the cliffs. The tardis doors wide open, a freezing cold wind howled right through exposing the old girls weak spots. The doctor listen as the tardis moaned and groaned and felt her rocking, teetering gently over the cliffs, showing him more of the rocks each time. He clung onto the door frame with his long loving hands, knuckels white, trying not to fall down to the rocks. Yet. For some time now the Doctor had wanted to end his suffering. A martyr to his love for planet earth he continued to suffer. Saving planets, saving the girl, saving lifes, but what about his own? He closwd his eyes a tear trickled down bis cheek as he remember lost assistants, friends, family. This is a man who has lost his entire species and had to carry on with nothing but his screw driver and a suit. He sat down legs dangling out of the tardis. Be thought of her. He thought of clara. Why did she have to leave him. Pulling at his victorian sleeves he covered the bare backs of his hands. It was biting cold. He dreamt up some vision of Clara, maybe walking towards him arms open, forgiveness in her eyes. But when he opened his all he saw was the waves crashing bellow. The tardis cried out as the rocking became intense. He stood up and looked down. He imagined falling out. Plumeting. Hitting the bottom ending it all. A new regeneration, new face, new start. But it was all in vain if he didnt have her. He slammed ths tardis door shut. Plugging in some coordinates the tardis obeyed and took the doctor to his destination. Landing outside a london school he caught a glimpse of Clara. With a note in his hand, writen in his beautiful scripture he sought to land it with her. He was aware she didn't want to see him again but he had to make her listen. He snuck into the school reception and using his blank card pass he managed to gain entrance disguising himself as an agency teacher. Taking in his surroundings he looked for the locker rooms. Children burst passed giggling and skipping. He heard her motherly tones guiding the late comers into their classrooms. A sweep of brown hair, a wisp of a long skirt and his heart began to race. He wanted to rush in, pull her close, whisper his dying love for her. But he had to get her to read the letter first. Taking two steps at a time he found the staff room. It was teaching time so he guessed it would be empty. He used his mind to worked out which locker was hers and produced his sonic screwdriver in order to gain access to it. Placing the letter on top of her bag, he locked it back up and fled the building.