"Breakfast" I say.
"What? I ain't waiting till breakfast."
"It's a time machine. You never have to wait for breakfast" I smile, the Doctor exits to a round of applause from passers-by.
"Thank you, thank you. Yes, magic blue box" he holds out the fez "all donations gratefully accepted. Roll up, give us your dosh. Pennies, pounds, anything you've got" he hands it over to Clara "keep collecting. We need enough for breakfast. Just popping back to the garage" I run after him.
"Garage?" I grab Clara's laptop and heads off into the bowels of the TARDIS, the Doctor goes the wrong way.
"So, this is tomorrow, then. Tomorrow's come early" Clara says still standing outside, the Doctor and I come out of the TARDIS on two separate motorbikes.
"No, it came at the usual time. We just took a shortcut. Thank you, thank you. Tomorrow, a camel" the Doctor says, Clara hands the Doctor the fez and hops on behind me, he empties the fez and puts it on a nearby head.
"Here you go, Clara" I say handing Clara a helmet.
*Time skip*
"If you've got a flying time machine, why are we on a motorbike?" Clara asks as they zoom down the street.
"We don't take the TARDIS into battle" I reply.
"Because it's made of wood?"
"Because it's the most powerful ship in the universe and we don't want it falling into the wrong hands. Ok?" the Doctor says riding next to us.
*Time skip*
Later we are all sitting at a rooftop restaurant.
"So, if we can travel anywhere in time and space, why did we travel to the morning. What's the point in that?" Clara asks.
"Whoever's after us spent the whole night looking for us. Are you tired?" I ask.
"Yes," Clara responds.
"Well, then imagine how they feel. They came the long way round" I say.
"They've got to be close. Definitely, London going by the signal distribution. I can hack the lowest level of their operating system but I can't establish a physical location. The security's too good" the Doctor says.
"Are you both aliens?" Clara asks.
"We are. Yes, ok with that?" I ask.
"Oh, yeah. Think I'm fine."
"Oh, good."
"So, what happens if you do find them? What happens then?" Clara asks.
"We don't know. We can't tell the future, we just work there" the Doctor says.
"You don't have a plan?"
"Oh, you know what I always say about plans."
"What?"
"We don't have one. "
"People always have plans."
"Yes. Yes, I suppose they do. So, tell us, how long have you been looking after those kids?" I ask.
"About a year, since their mum died."
"Ok. Why you? Family friend, we get that, but there must have been others. Why did it have to be you? You don't really seem like a nanny" I continue.
"Give me" Clara grabs the laptop. The Doctor grabs it back.
"Sorry. What?" the Doctor asks.
"You both need to know where they physically are. Their exact location" Clara says.
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The Oncoming Storm ²
Fanfiction(UNDER EDITING) What happens when the Doctor's wife travels with him through time and space. Seer: a person who is supposed to be able, through supernatural insight, to see what the future holds. Oc reader
