I have felt many things traveling with the doctor. Confusion, excitement, love. A love for adventure, a love for the rush, a love for the danger.
I sit on my bed holding in my hand a picture, a picture of me and the doctor. The other doctor. The eleventh doctor. Bowtie doctor. My doctor. We are standing in the TARDIS, before he redecorated. By the console. Memories swim around my head of our adventures, the way it used to be. Before it changed, before he changed.
A single tear runs down my cheek.
I miss him. I want him back. My doctor.
I know he is still here, the doctor but he is different. He is the same but also he has changed. Not just in looks but in personality. He is more impulsive and forgetful and grumpy. He makes jokes I wish he wouldn't. Did he always do that?
I am awoken from my thoughts by a familiar sound. The TARDIS materialising. It must be downstairs where he usually turns up.
"Clara?" I hear a shout from below.
"Just a sec!" I reply. I bounce off of my bed, carefully placing the picture on my nightstand and race down the stairs to meet the doctor. I find him snooping in the kitchen. He smiles when he sees me. "So what's our adventure today?" I say cheerfully.
"I don't know, what would you like to see?" he replies, leaning against my kitchen countertop.
"Same as always." I reply with a smile.
"And what would that be exactly?"
"Something awesome."
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Indecision (A Doctor Who Fanfic)
FanfictionClara isn't sure wether she wants to keep traveling with the doctor after an incident with the doctors lifelong enemies. Will she stay or will she go? Main ship is oswink with bits of woufflé I may change the name later. Cover by me.
