Doctor Who Oneshots

How You Met (12th Doctor)

You were walking down the barren streets of your hometown. Tears fell from your eyes at a consistent rate. There was flames and debris everywhere. You tried not to pay attention to the smell of death in the air.

You had your head down. Everyone... Everyone in this damn town is dead. The cybermen took families from their homes. You were on the way from where you live currently three hours from here. Your parents, your siblings, even your family dog are all gone.

You suddenly look up just in time to run straight into a big wooden blue police box from the 1960's. You put your hand up to your nose and stumbled backwards. You saw the doors to the blue box open and...

"Now what did you do a stupid thing like that fot? Running into my TARDIS! So disrespectful!" A grey haired man popped his head out to look at you. "You're not Clara."

"Uhh... no. Sorry, you called this thing a what?" You shook your head to clear your thoughts.

"TARDIS. Now get lost, pudding brain." He shut the doors to the box, standing outside of it.

You take a good look at him. He's wearing a velvety red coat and he's extremely skinny. His face, albeit filled with wrinkles, is actually fairly handsome. His stormy grey and blue eyes seemed filled with sadness but his eyebrows were nothing but angry.

"So... what happened here then?" He asked, looking around.

"You seriously don't know what just happened a few hours ago? Where were you?" You scoffed. "People died. Cybermen attacked. The whole town is dead. But me..."

The man frowns, keeping a hard gaze on his surroundings.

"Doctor!" A woman came out of the box. "The TARDIS trapped me in the library, again! O-Oh hello." The woman straightens her dress before holding her hand out to shake. "I'm Clara."

"(Y/n)." You shake her hand. The man turns to face you.

"(Y/n)? (Full name)?" He asked. You suddenly feel nervous under his gaze, but hold your head up tall.

"Who's asking?" You demand, an eyebrow raised.

"The Doctor. You don't recognize me?" He asks, stepping closer to you and raising his hand to cup your cheek. You quickly dodge away and step back.

"No. And I'm sure because I would remember eyebrows that angry. What's their problem? What's got them so cross?" You question, holding back a laugh.

"Yeah, well, they're a big upgrade from before." Clara grins knowingly at the Doctor, who rolls his eyes.

"Don't talk about my eyebrows. Come on, into the TARDIS." The Doctor motions you in and you widen your eyes.

There's no way in hell you're going into that box with HIM.

"No thank you." You start backing away slowly.

"He's not a rapist, come on. If you want, the Doctor will walk over there and you can take a look inside." Clara smiles, leaning against the box.

You look over at the Doctor and he sighs, crossing his arms as he walks a few feet away. You walk towards the blue doors and push it open a little, expecting nothing but a telephone and a small blue room.

What you got, however, was astonishing. You step in with a gasp and the Doctor walks in afterward, a smirk on his face.

"Its... holy ravioli." Your eyes widen more and you stumble backwards in shock. You fall on your ass but it doesn't affect you.

"Its called the TARDIS." He grins. "It travels through time and space. Would you like a go?"