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The Fourth Wall

Prompt: The Doctor breaks the fourth wall :) sent in anonymously

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Clara and the Doctor sat in the TARDIS, staring at the console, trying to decide where to go. Both were dreadfully bored, and the TARDIS was being stubborn about where she would go.

"Doctor, what about Venus?" Clara asked, grasping at straws.

"Well...no we couldn't do that. The author's not quite sure how to write about Venus."

"What, what?" Clara asked confused. A lot of things came out of the Doctor's mouth, but not anything like that.

"The author doesn't know what to write. And she's trying not to have to make an obvious statement about how we're married even though it's hard not to. She might just have one of us nervously twist our ring on our finger or something," the Doctor said matter-of-factly.

"Who the hell is she?"

"Like I said, the author is she."

"Who's this author girl?"

"We'll she goes by the pen name HeartlessWench. And besides, that's not the point. At this point she's just trying to use filler because if she doesn't her story will look dreadfully short, but she's not sure where to take it at this point. She's sitting in the dark furiously typing away filler that no one REALLY needs."

"You're creeping me out, Doctor. I think I'm going to go to my to our room..."

"See? That's how she did it! She said OUR room. That's how her readers know we're in a relationship. And you won't be able to find it anyway because HW over here has decided that the TARDIS will have moved our bedroom in spite, as she so called 'usually does' because she still doesn't like you," the Doctor rambled. He could see the confusion on Clara's face, and he wasn't really sure what part of what he was saying was confusing her.

"Rrrright...." Clara mumbled, but the Doctor still heard her.

"Clara, without the author who writes us, we wouldn't exist. This story wouldn't anyway. She is doing her best to try and give the readers what they want. And you know what they want? They want us to hug and argue and hold hands and go on adventures and snog all the time. Because that's interesting to them. Or at least that's what she thinks is interesting to them. But she really has no way of knowing."

"I give up! I don't know what the hell you're talking about but I don't give a damn if you won't actually tell me. I'm going to our room!"

"It won't be there!" The Doctor shouted, rubbing his eyes. He smiled as he heard her yell out in frustration when the room wasn't there. And she didn't believe him...

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I know, it's really not that good, but I tried my best on it. As always, please vote, rate, and review! I love reading your guys' comments. Please keep sending in those prompts, they are ridiculously fun to write.