Not This Time: A Whouffle Fanfic

For You

~Clara's P.O.V.~

It had been quite unnerving to open the door to the town I lived in. I shuddered at the thought that the Doctor might actually not want me traveling with him. Especially considering how much I loved it. All of it. The adventure, the thrill, the experience, and... him, really. But he mustn't know that. He most definitely did not feel the same way. He was, after all, not even human.

I was relieved that he said it was a mistake, and that this wasn't where we were supposed to land. Yet, what if he had been lying? What if he wanted me to leave? I trusted the Doctor, I truly did, but what if I shouldn't? I had received warnings that I should stay away, that I should walk the other direction and never take the smallest glance back. Always, I had stubbornly refused. Words. That's all they where. But a little voice inside my head whispered a fragment that made my heart sink. Some words hold great amounts of truth.

We were looking around some little shops. We walked, the Doctor rambling on and me half way listening.

I interrupted him suddenly, "Doctor?"

He abruptly halted and turned to me.

"Yes?"

I wanted to ask him so many questions. I needed answers. But all I managed to say was, "Um, tell me about another planet. Any planet really."

The Doctors eyes lit up. I loved it when he did that. He started going on about different places, fidgeting with his hands and hair and occasionally straitening his jacket or his bow tie. I smiled and nodded, not really listening, my eyes lost in the depths of his own.

We soon found it getting dark, and headed back to the TARDIS. We made our way inside.

"Want to see if we can get her running again?" He seemed full of energy, probably eager to leave and do something fantastical.

"You can, I'm exhausted!" I stifled a yawn and headed down a hallway to my room the Doctor finally coaxed the TARDIS into making.

"You humans and your sleep! Sleep just wastes time!" He scoffed.

"You own a time machine!" I called back, laughing to myself when he huffed in annoyance.

I changed into pajamas and brushed my hair. Before heading to bed, I opened my door just enough to hear. I drifted off, the buzzing of his sonic lulling me to sleep.

"Clara!"

I jerked awake to the Doctor standing above me, only a few inches from my nose. My face flushed at the proximity of his own. Fortunately he didn't notice.

"I know why we're here!" He stood, eyes glittering with pride as dashed out if the room, pausing only to call over his shoulder. "Come on!"

"I'll be there, just give me a second!" I called back, rubbing my eyes with exhaustion. Pushing my duvet off of me, I got out of bed. Within fifteen minutes, I was ready and heading to the main console room.

"Finally!" The TimeLord shouted, throwing his hands in the air. He was adorable!

I stifled a yawn and laughed. "So, why are we here?"

"You!" He pointed to me.

"M...me?" I mimicked him, pointing to myself. "What about me?"

"Well, I don't know..." He admitted while pivoting on his heel to face the TARDIS doors. He then added in a lighter, more 'Doctor-y' tone. "But we're going to find out! Let's go poke something with a stick." He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the police box, slightly stumbling on the way out.

"Stay right here!" He told me. A few minutes later, he came out the doors wearing a helmet and riding his motorcycle, tossing me a helmet as well as motioning for me to get on. After putting on the helmet I got on behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. "Hold on!" He said over the engine.

Just a while later, we were in the park eating lunch and looking over newspapers of the past few days; all of this which had been bought by the quirky alien who had stubbornly insisted in using his sonic screwdriver instead of some of my money.

"Doctor?" I said through a mouthful of soufflé. (He had also insisted on buying me one; saying it was to make up for all the ones he attempted to bake but ended up burning badly.) "How do you know it's me we're here for?"

He started talking, but kept his focus trained on the papers. "Today isn't a very important day in history. Not on a global scale anyway." He paused to take a bite of fish sticks and custard. I really never would get his taste in food. "The TARDIS brings me where I need to be, even if it's not where I originally planned- which can get quite annoying- and you would have technically been here today, so maybe there is a small, but important, event that you," He poked my shoulder, "need to be a part of."

"So it might have nothing to do with me at all." I took another bite of soufflé.

He took off a pair of reading glasses and looked at me. "It's just a guess, so your absolutely right. Still, I've been to this day before."

"You have? But isn't it dangerous? You could cross your own timeline." I started.

"No, I've already left." He paused for a second, a look of pain on his face before shaking his head. The emotion in his eyes was back to energetic and curious. "Something seems different this time..."

"And you think that something is me." I stood up to throw our trash away but I was stopped by the Doctor grabbing my wrist.

"Clara, it might not be at all." He said quietly before letting go and ruffing up his hair.

"Might not." I muttered under my breath, too low for him to hear.