You Again

theskirtedenigma:

She eyed him with curiosity and mild fascination. Same old goofy Doctor, but there was still something different about this face that wasn’t to do with his looks, which she had to admit weren’t all too bad. A slightly appreciated change compared to the goofy hair, the bow tie and the huge chin. She wondered if he was the same, if he was a bit erratic, too. She supposed that she would find out.

She giggled quietly at his suggestion and wrinkled her nose slightly in response. “I think that would be a lot of hassle if we were going to do that,” she pointed out with a smile, watching him with a joyful twinkle in her eyes. He seemed a little bit more show-y off. It was quite interesting.

The small brunette followed him into his TARDIS, glancing round with a light smile on her face before she shut the door. The interior was similar to what she remembered when there had been three Doctors, and the hum was sort of similar, too.

Once he heard the doors closing, he ran around the console in the usual dance of pressing buttons and switching levers, twirling pins and dragging the screen along, typing coordinates that belonged to the fifth dimension. As they flew through the vortex, the Doctor stopped suddenly, at the opposite side where Clara stood, eyeing her with a burst of excitement on his eyes. Oh, he did miss having company.

“Where are going then, Miss Oswald? Anywhere in time space—nothing you’re not used to already. What’s next?” The Doctor smiled with his tongue among his teeth, just like Rose used to do. It was something he’d gotten from her after she was gone. Perhaps to remind himself she was there, somewhere. Even in a small gesture or memory. Everyone who’d ever stepped through those doors was never forgotten. And neither would be Clara, his future companion, and who was, for now, a very interesting mystery.

Taking advantage for his position, once she couldn’t see what he was doing on the screen, the Time Lord turned the TARDIS scan on, so he could analyze what sort of energy particles was inside her. Or why did his box brought him right to his woman, from all the people existent in the universe.

               —What was so important about Clara Oswald, anyway?