Song: A Good Man (Twelve’s Theme) by Murray Gold
“The thing about Clara is she thinks the show is called Clara. She really does. She has no idea she’s number two in the credits, which is why we did that joke in “Death in Heaven.” She’s got a high opinion of herself, not in a conceited way, but in a correct way. She knows she’s extremely clever and capable, and she doesn’t feel like she particularly fits in the world that she lives in. She’s a bit more like the Doctor in the first place. She’s not really very good at living a normal life. The other companions, like most people, like you and me, can be quite good at living normal lives. I’m very happy living my normal life, I’m sure you are too. Going to the shops seems fine for an adventure, but Clara’s not like that.
When I first wrote Clara, I thought, “Oh, this is fun. If the Doctor were a young woman living in contemporary Britain, it’d be a bit like her.” Clever and presentable and funny but also thinking when is something interesting going to happen? The interesting thing between the Doctor and Clara is she can sort of play the same game he does. She can absolutely do that, she’s terribly clever, she’s got a wayward ego.I think for the first time, the Doctor’s traveling with someone who’s a bit of a loony like him, and that’s quite fun.” - Steven Moffat
Honestly, what a wonderful story arc. Right from the very beginning, Clara was just meant to become more and more like the Doctor. In many ways, like the unusual cleverness, kindness, and sense of wonder and adventure, she already was. I tried to show with this video that no matter how much they love each other, and in my opinion, ‘in love’ with each other, obviously the Doctor and Clara will eventually clash, because they both feel like they need to be the one in charge, they just need to be in control of the situation. This 'egomaniac needy game player’ sort of thing.
Then again we also have the Doctor teaching her how to do things like to keep calm during hard situations, like flying the TARDIS, etc. When she’s alone, she hears the Doctor’s words inside her head. In those moments she really is 'The Magician’s Apprentice’!
They still love each other so much though and after a while, after they get so many wins, Clara just starts to feel like she can do whatever the hell she likes, because her and the Doctor somehow 'always fix it’. There comes a time when they can’t, and how Clara reacts is utterly heart breaking.
'Why can’t I be like you?’
'Be a little proud of me.’
She can’t be like him, because she is not immortal like him. She doesn’t have the luxury to get away from death multiple times: that’s why I put the 11th Doctor’s regeneration pose before Clara’s death pose: She does the exact same regeneration pose like all the Doctors, arms wide open and stretched, but something is different: She doesn’t explode with a magical yellow light. She just falls on the ground.
Hello *Waves nervously* So my posting schedule fell apart quicker than i’d imagined. And i’m sorry about that. But then again i started this blog bored on the holidays, and you know, school. Anyway, sorry for not posting for so long and i’m sorry to say that i will not be setting up a schedule for the forseeable future. But i’d love some requests, i swear i’d get right on it if i got some!
I hope you guys like this one. This is yet again thanks to the amazing @morewhovianthanhuman for the imagine that inspired this story. This one is a two-parter. Mostly because of the length of the second one. I hope this is okay cause to be honest i wrote the start a week or so ago and the end like today.
“Doctor!” You cried out, more annoyed than anything as you
were sent to the floor. You huffed, pulling yourself back up on the console for
the fourth time in the last minute. “You seriously can’t fix that shaking? At
all?” He glanced over at you and laughed, which you returned with a scowl.
“Almost there, hold on” He assured you. “Here we are, home
for (Y/N)!” He flipped one last lever with a flourish and the shaking subsided
with the tell-tale ‘clunk’. You sighed in relief, you had finally landed. “No,
she really hasn’t been that bad in a while” He commented, looking up at the
rotor. He moved around the console, looking at the screen and at the controls
before moving to the stairs to look underneath.
“You coming Doctor? You know Noah really likes you” You told
him, smiling over the railing. His head popped up and you backed up to lean
down closer to him.
“You go on along, I’ll be there in a bit” He told you. You
raised an eyebrow.
“When you last said a bit I had to wait two weeks” You
“Well I’m not taking off this time (Y/N). Don’t worry,
couple minutes, won’t even notice I’ve been gone” He insisted.
“Alright” You sighed, watching him pop back down. “But I’m
making tea so don’t take too long” He reappeared at that.
“Jammie dogers?” He asked hopefully.
“Got tonnes inside”
“Oh, yes. I’ll be there soon” He grinned. You smiled back at
him, standing to move to the door.
“Alright” You repeated, leaving quickly. In all you had
seen, you wouldn’t trade the Doctor and his TARDIS for the universe. But if you
had to, you would certainly trade them for you little brother, Noah. He had
been quite little growing up, but now he had a nice girlfriend, a nice house, a
great job. Better than you had. He had been the one to assure you travelling
wasn’t wasting your life. ‘All people do is waste their life. Do things to
occupy them or entertain them just barely. What you’re doing right now is
probably more productive than what any other person on the world could be
doing. You’re not wasting your life, you’re living it’
You smiled at the memory as you knocked on your brother’s
door. You frowned after a moment when no one answered and you didn’t hear
anything inside. Maybe the Doctor had gotten the wrong day and he was at work?
You glanced around. It was day, not even early morning. According to the sun
where it was it was somewhere in the middle of the day. The Doctor had said
he’d landed on a Saturday, he liked Saturday’s, he said. You knocked again.
“Noah?” You called, trying the handle. The door swung open
easily. Your eyes widened. Noah lived in the suburbs, he never left the door
unlocked if he could help it. You glanced back at the TARDIS on the side walk
out front. Biting your lip, you ventured inside. You looked around and gasped,
the entry alone was trashed. The small hall had mess strewn about, the vase from
the fallen table smashed in the doorway to the lounge. There was even scorch
marks across the walls. You stepped closer slowly, reaching out to trace your
fingers across the mark. The blast pattern was alien, you knew it. You realised
something then. Noah never had anything to do with aliens. This was obviously a
home invasion, but there was no reason they’d want him in particular. Tears
stung at your eyes and you covered you mouth with a hand, reality hitting you.
Noah was in danger, or maybe dead already. And it was
because of you.
“Doctor!” You called, eyes darting around again. You choked
back a sob, running your hands through your hair. “DOCTOR!”
The Doctor ran in a moment later, stopping dead at the
sight. He looked around with wide eyes before his gaze landed on you. You were
standing beside the door, hands in your hair with tears streaming down your
face. He moved quickly, wrapping his arms around you and shushing you gently.
“We’ll find him (Y/N), we’ll find him. He’ll be alright.
It’ll be okay” He whispered. You pulled him in tighter, your arms around his
neck and clutching the back of his jacket.
“It’s my fault” You got out, practically sobbing by this
point. “He never had anything to do with this, it’s me travelling with you.
Doctor it’s all my fault. If I hadn’t-“
“Stop” He told you firmly, pulling away slightly. He held on
to your shoulders, head down slightly to look you in the eyes. “It’s not your
fault, (Y/N) this could never be your fault. This is my fault and I will fix it
okay?” You nodded.
“It’s not your fault” You told him softly. You sniffed
slightly, looking back up at him. “Will he be okay?” The Doctor hesitated a
moment but nodded.
“Yeah. He’ll be fine, we’ll find him” He pulled you forward
again, wrapping you tightly in his arms. “We’ll find him (Y/N). And when I find
who did this…” The last part was practically a growl. You buried you head in
his shoulder, something that usually managed to still your thoughts completely.
But today it did no such thing, your mind racing to think who could have done
“Whether it was my fault or not, it’s because of me” You
mumbled into his shoulder. “Someone wants to get to you Doctor, they get to
your companion, I know that. So I have to save him” He nodded.
“You will (Y/N)”
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The Doctor had read the journal so many times he almost had every word memorized, but when Donna appeared in his TARDIS the journal went missing. After she left he tore apart every room looking for it, but it seemed the TARDIS had hidden it again. He supposed it was for the best, because when he had the journal he didn’t do much else, that didn’t mean that he wasn’t mad at the TARDIS for it though.
So he did what he did best and ran. He ran with different hands holding his, and eventually he ran with different a different body under his clothes and different feet inside his shoes, but the journal was never too far from his mind. He tried to say the words over and over every day at first because he was afraid he’d forget, but over time the words became hazier anyway; were the Slitheen before or after saving then not saving Pete Tyler? Did Jack thank him outright at the end of every entry for taking him along, or was that Mickey? Did Rose ever write I love you or did he only wish she did?
So years later, after Donna, Martha, Jack and Donna again, and ever so briefly Rose, after even Amy and Rory, the Doctor was shocked to see the worn leather bound journal sitting on his desk in his library one afternoon. After giving a not at all dignified shriek of delight, the Doctor sat in the most plush chair on the ship and made himself comfortable to read his absolute favorite book.
The writing took him back in time better than the TARDIS ever could. He read the familiar first entry that ended in a splash of blue pen, to be replaced by the comforting black scrawl for the rest of the book. As he read, everything he thought he’d forgotten had come rushing back. He could almost hear Mickey, Jack, and most of all Rose narrating their adventures. The Doctor slowed down as he got closer and closer to what he knew was the end, where the last entry stopped abruptly because he had tried to pry the book from her hands; how many times he’d beaten himself up over that - if he had just let her finish there’d have been another sentence or two, maybe even a paragraph - he’d lost count. But the after the jagged last line, a word stretched beyond legibility because of his greedy hands, there was something else he could see bleeding through from the next page.
The Doctor had no idea how Rose had managed it, the TARDIS must have kept up the tradition long after she’d left, because on the next page, which should have been blank, was Donna’s neat scrunched handwriting. He laughed as he read her first entry, how she’d had no clue who he was or how she got onto his ship - his laugh cut off abruptly when he remembered that’s how it ended for her too.
He kept reading, and soon it was Martha’s unmistakable handwriting, as messy as any doctor. Soon after the entries were back to Donna. Then it was Amy’s turn, her handwriting sprawled across the pages almost like a child’s, the Doctor smiled at that, it allowed him to imagine he hadn’t kept her waiting quite so long. Rory’s neat script joined Amy’s, and soon the stories were told twice. And as he read stories told from every companion, the Doctor cried, and laughed and sighed, and sat on the edge of his seat, he could see their trips through the lens of their eyes, and he loved every second of it.
Finally he reached the end, where there was no more writing left in the book. The Doctor had tears in his eyes, each and every companion’s last entry ended without a goodbye, they were all so sure it wouldn’t be their last. He flipped through the empty pages at the end of the journal - and wondered how many more would end tragically? How many more would end without a goodbye - when he reached the final page. And there, written at the very bottom in blue ink were five words:
Goodbye Doctor, I love you.
The Doctor’s hearts swelled, a smile spread across his face, and he thought - just for a moment, that maybe their story wasn’t done just yet.
It’s all over’. That’s what you said. No, but it isn’t. It’s far from being all over. I must get back to the Tardis immediately! I must go now… I must go at once. Ah yes, thank you. Keep warm.
Araagh, slower…slower! Concentrate on one thing…one thing!
Is this some sort of joke? No, I refuse to be treated in… What are you doing? No! Stop! You’re making me giddy! No! You can’t do this to me. No! No! No! No! No! No! No!
Shoes, must find my shoes. Unhand me, Madam!
A tear, Sarah Jane? No, don’t cry. While there’s life, there’s…
Typical Sontaran attitude…stop Linx… perverting the course of human history… I tell you, Brigadier - there’s nothing to worry about. The Brontosaurus is large and placid.
It’s the end… but the moment has been prepared for…
Ah, you’ve come to help me find the Zero Room. Welcome aboard. I’m The Doctor, or will be if this regeneration works out.
Going soon. It’s time to say goodbye. Might regenerate, I don’t know. Feels different this time. Adric?
You were expecting someone else?
Carrot juice, carrot juice, carrot juice…
No Mel! Myah… that was a nice nap… now down to business. I’m a bit worried about the temporal flicker in sector 13.
Got to stop him.
Who am I? WHO AM I?
Physician heal thyself.
Eight and a half:
Doctor no more!
Oh yes, of course, suppose it makes sense. Wearing a bit thin. I hope the ears are a bit less conspicuous this time.
Rose, before I go I just want to tell you, you were fantastic. Absolutely fantastic. And d’you know what? So was I.
Hello. OK, mmm. New teeth. That’s weird. So where was I? Oh that’s right… Barcelona.
I don’t want to go.
I've only got one life, Rose Tyler. I could spend it with you. If you want.
Aaargh! Legs! I’ve still got legs. Good. Arms, hands, ooh fingers, lots of fingers. Ears, yes eyes, two, nose…I’ve had worse. Chin…blimey! Hair! I’m a girl! No! No, I’m not a girl… and still not ginger! There’s something else, something important, I’m…I’m…I’m… crashing! Haha! Woohoo! And… geronimo!
I will not forget one line of this. Not one day. I swear. I will always remember when the Doctor was me.