Adventures With The Doctor

I've loved Doctor Who ever since I can remember, and even though many of you will disagree with me on this, my favourite doctor is Matt Smith, and favourite companions tied between Clara and Amy. These are my made up adventures with The Doctor and Clara, and sometimes Amy reappears with Rory. Eventually, I will bring out new characters. There will be made up aliens to fight, and made up time dimensions to explore. WARNING: I will not be updating this THAT regularly, so I'm sorry if I make you wait. I hope you enjoy, and comment if you want. Thanks!

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1. Blue Box Man Returns/ Truths and Lies (Part 1)

Opening the refrigerator door, Clara winces as the beam of light pierces her eyes and fills the dark kitchen. The vast room is soon flooded with the brightness and Clara rubs her eyes. She scrabbles for the ingredients, clutching and grabbing at the items from the back of the refrigerator.

She carries the armful of ingredients and drops them onto the kitchen work surface, pausing for the briefest second when they clatter noisily.

When the silence of the house rings in her ear, she exhales quietly in relief, but makes no attempt to halt her actions.

Soon, the kitchen is filled with only the sounds of whisking, chopping and cooking, along with the whiff of freshly baked goods.

15 minutes pass quickly, and the timer dings. The oven is flung open and there are sounds of metal scraping.

With the flick of the finger, the light switch stutters on. And there, it is presented, a perfect, golden, mouth-watering, soufflé. Freshly baked soufflé odours travel around the kitchen, and up the nostrils of Clara Oswin Oswald.

She reaches out, tempted by the sight. The distance between her fingers and the soufflé paper decrease slowly. Just as they meet, the doorbell rings. Clara's fingers pull away from the soufflé and her heart misses a beat.

2:00am, who could that be? Pulling her robe closer together with her hands, Clara picks up the nearby rolling pin from beside her, and grips it firmly in her hands. She holds it steadily above her shoulder and takes cautious steps towards the front door.

The doorbell rings again, more impatiently, but the guest makes no means of action to leave the door. Left foot, right foot, Clara Oswin Oswald creeps towards the door, closer and closer towards the uninvited guest at her door.

Blinking, she takes a deep breath before unlocking the door...and flings it open, bringing the tightly held rolling pin down onto the guest.

"Aaarghh!" the uninvited guest screams in shock and horror as Clara continues to bring the weapon down onto them, beating the guest furiously.

"Who are you? I demand your name!" Clara shouts angrily through her harsh blows.

"I'm the Doctor! I'm the Doctor! Please! Stop!" the Doctor yells as he shields his face from further injuries.

As soon as Clara hears his answer, the powerful blows that Clara had delivered ceases, her hand that was controlling the rolling pin freezes in mid-air as she takes in the shock of her answer.

Whilst Clara is momentarily frozen, the stunned Doctor removes his shielding hands from his face slowly and cautiously, and he peeks around his hands, but removes them altogether when he sees Clara frozen on the spot.

"It's okay. I'm the Doctor." he repeats, this time, more gently, and steps towards Clara, holding his hands out for the pin that she still has in her possession.

When realisation finally hit Clara, she drops the pin to her feet and bounces up suddenly, giving the Doctor the biggest hug.

Soon, the doorway is filled with laughter as the Doctor and Clara embrace each other.

"Where have you been? It's been so long!" Clara exclaims in happiness, but releases the Doctor from her firm grasp.

"I know. I was off to find adventure. Oh, yes, adventure, through time and space and everywhere else there is." the Doctor gabbles on as if he never left.

"Well, it looks like you never changed one bit. Oh, come in, I made soufflés!" soufflé girl welcomes the Doctor into her humble abode with welcoming arms.

"Ahh! Yes, soufflés made by soufflé girl. Looks like you haven't changed either." the Doctor points out as he enters into the house.

He looks around, spinning, curious, as if he is searching for something in particular.

"Doctor? Are you searching for something? You seem very curious." Clara spots, folding her arms across her chest in the hallways, studying the Doctor with extra detail with her eyebrows raised.

"Searching? No no no. Just being me." the Doctor says, stepping towards Clara and looking deep into her eyes. "Just being me as always."

"Well, I thought you would have you know? What do you call it again? Re-um, re-thingied?" Clara asks, as she wanders back into the kitchen, with the Doctor following her.

"You mean regenerated? No, not time yet. The universe doesn't want it to happen yet. Yes, not yet." the Doctor replies, looking around the kitchen.

"Want one?" Clara asks, holding up a freshly baked soufflé, still warm in it's wrapping paper, despite the length of time Clara had been talking to the Doctor, reuniting.

"Oooooh! Soufflé!" he yelps excitedly, snatching one off the palm of her hand in 'the Doctor way'.

He cups it in the palm of his hand whilst he flicks out his sonic screwdriver from his inside blazer pocket and zaps the soufflé a couple of times, observing the blue light that beams onto the soufflé from his screwdriver.

"There's nothing alien in that, Doctor, it's just egg, milk and flour, and sugar, of course, only a little, don't want you getting high, now, do we?" Clara jokes absentmindedly as she turns her back on the Doctor to wash the equipment she used.

"I know. Just checking. Can't be too careful, now, can we?" he says, before taking a huge bite into the soufflé.

"Mmmmm! Yum!" he mumbles through the mouthful of soufflé, dropping small crumbs from the corners of his mouth. "It goog, Cgarga!"

Clara laughs heartily, throwing her head back, and the Doctor copies, thanks goodness he didn't choke like that.

Whilst the Doctor picks the last crumbs from his soufflé wrapper, Clara drains the water from the last few pieces of equipment and deposits them onto the rack.

"So, what are you doing around here?" she asks, leaning against the table top.

"What do you mean? I just wanted to visit you." he replies, though clearly, he is more interested in the soufflé wrapper than the conversation.

"Like, aren't you supposed to be fighting Daleks, warning off Cybermen and whatever other aliens you encounter through the universe?" Clara questions him.

"Nah, I wanted a holiday." he explains, chucking the soufflé paper into the nearby bin.

"A holiday?!" Clara giggles, surprised that the Doctor knew what one was from his never-ending battle and adventures through time and dimensions in space with aliens.

"Is that so weird?" he asks, surprised by her laughter and such humour.

"No...Doctor, even if I've only known you for a short while of my life, I know that when you're around, aliens aren't far away from you. So I just though, you know...?" she trails off, but the Doctor understood perfectly.

"You though it was adventure-time again?" he asks, a smile gradually growing on his cheeky face.

"But since you're on holiday, I think we should give adventure time a rest, for now." she says, tucking a strand of hair that fell loose back behind her ear.

"Well, thanks for the soufflé, it was very good, I have to get back to my little blue box now." the Doctor says, in a rush, hurrying down the hallway and back to the front door in a dance.

"Go back? But you've only just arrived!" Clara protests, chasing him.

"I'll be back soon!" he sang lightly, seeing himself out at the door, just as Clara catches up with him.

When Clara reaches the door, the Doctor is walking down the front garden path down to the gate, and gives a slight backwards wave when he approaches.

"Wait! When will I see you again?" Clara calls into the light of dawn, just as the sun is rising in the distance. The question echoes for a few seconds in the misty morning air, before disappearing completely without an answer. The Doctor had also disappeared into the light too.

Clara is surrounded by silence as she closes the door, frowning over the situation.

The Doctor would never leave without answering such a question, so why did he? She leans backwards against the front door and sighs before whispering the question again.

"When will I see you again....you clever boy?"

 

 

Thanks to everyone who took the time to read! So why did the Doctor depart so mysteriously? When will Clara be seeing her Doctor again, and who, or even what will they meet when he returns with his answers? Find out next time, in Blue Box Man Returns, (Part 2).

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