Testing: Clara Oswald

Chapter One

Chapter One

Sometimes enjoying one an others presence is all me and the

Doctor need. We both understand the need for silence. It's a time for thinking,

so he's told me. I take advantage of these quiet moments. While he walks around

his console, pressing buttons and pulling levers, I sit in the chair near the

stairs. He's always had it; I suppose he uses it when I'm not here. How kind of

him. He's always like that, thinking of others.

I've been traveling with the Doctor on

and off for a few months now. Every Wednesday he'll come and take me out in his

ship. I've seen some amazing things so far. Akhaten was beautiful, dangerous

but beautiful. And when he was trying to take me to space Vegas we ended up in

a Russian submarine where an Ice Warrior had been found and was going around on

a rampage. It was suppose to be a sweet little trip to Sweetville but it really

wasn't. This is what happens when the Doctor gets interested in something, so

I've learned now. Our last trip was to Hedgewicks World of Wonders with Artie

and Angie. If their dad finds out about that one I'll be out a job.

Mind you, there are many times I

haven't felt safe around the Doctor. He's questionable sometimes. He walks

around as if he owns everything, and I suppose he can go anywhere and do

anything that's reasonable (sometimes) so maybe he does. He gets over himself

sometimes. When he's like that I don't feel safe. I don't trust him and

sometimes, very rarely, I get scared.

I think friendship is that though.

When you spend time with someone stuff is going to happen, it's inevitable.

Those things will trigger feelings: happiness, content, anger, sadness or

scared. There are loads more too. I suppose that's why I always come back to

the Doctor. Maybe that's why he always comes back to me, because he knows that

being scared is normal and completely allowed. He's had a lot of time to think

about that as well, 1200 years.

I watch my Doctor as he walks towards

me. He has a big, happy grin on his face and he's holding out his hands towards

me. I smile up at the ridiculous sight that he is. "So! What do you want to

do?" He asks me loudly, with a spring in his voice. I look down at the floor

for a second, thinking, and my smile is the only indication that I'm paying any

attention. He pauses in front of me, waiting. After a moment I lift my eyes up

to meet his. "We could go on a walk, maybe," I tell him as I stand up. Even

when I'm standing he's at least a foot taller than me. I look up at him. "We're

always in here, or on some foreign planet. We could just go on a walk for some

fresh air." I finish. His eyes search mine, probably for an indication that I'm

talking rubbish. But I keep my glare straight and firm. I don't want him to

move me.

He backs away from me, a small grin

still visible. "Really? A walk?" He asks. I nod once. "Yeah, I think it'll do

me good. I'm always stuck inside, cleaning. I want to be out. Even if only for

a little bit." I tell him. He still watches me, waiting for me to change my

mind but I'm not. I think it's a brilliant idea. And of course, when does the

Doctor become associated with normal things? This is my chance to make him.

"Fine. We'll go on a walk." He tells

me as he pulls down a lever next to him. He has now turned to face the console.

"Do you have a preferred destination for this walk? We can make it interesting:

Kilis has a great forest we could see. Mind you, there are Matkins lurking

there. Well, we could be careful." The Doctor ranted. I followed him as he

walked around the console. "No, I don't want to go to someplace like that. I

want to go home, be on Earth for a change. How about Rubbins Park? It's about

forty five minutes from my old place; I used to go there all the time with

Tess." I told him. Rubbins Park. Hadn't been there in ages. It had the most beautiful

walking trails and it was never that busy. If the Doctor did try to pull

something he might actually get away with it there.

"Who's Tess?" He asked me with a

confused face. I raised my eyebrows, thinking back to the years I had spent

with her. My best friend, back then at least. "An old friend." I stated. The

Doctor didn't seem taken aback at all. I wouldn't have been happy if he was.

1200 years and he expects me to believe that I'm his only friend? Rubbish.

"Alright, Rubbins Park it is. Just give

me a moment; the landing gears have been a bit sticky lately. I just want to

give her some time to breathe if she needs it." He tells me. I nod as I walk

towards the door, preparing to leave. From the corner of my eye I see him

focusing on the flight, making his destination as precise as possible.

I skip over to the stairs by the door.

I jump up the stair and I expect to land softly, but the TARDIS shakes

violently backwards and I reach out my arms, flailing for someplace to hold on

to. I feel the palm of my hand come into contact with the railing, thank god. I

steady myself before I turn to the Doctor.

When I turn to him he's staring at me,

a look of quilt on his face. I study it before I speak. "What's happened?" I

ask him. He gulps once and then whispers in a quiet voice; "Something's outside

the TARDIS."