*The 12th Doctor is severly underrated, I personally adore the man!
I would love to see more people write fanfics about 12 :) little side rant*
Before, it was just a man and his box.
But one day, he finds someone oddly intriguing on their first enc...
Clara walks up the stairs to the console room where the Doctor and {Y/n} stand.
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"You could leave all that stuff here, you know. I do have literally acres of rooms," The Doctor said as if it wasn't already obvious to her.
"Oh, no. It's all right. Danny's got a little bit territorial. The idea of me leaving so much as a toothbrush here. But, still, he's alright with us doing this, which I will admit is -"
"- Rather pointless?" {Y/n} interrupts the two.
"No, {Y/n}. Just weird. Cos, you'd think if he had a problem with me leaving stuff in the TARDIS, he'd object to me travelling in the TARDIS. But he's not, so," she looks over at the Doctor to see that he wasn't paying any attention to anything she was saying.
"Sorry. Stopped listening to you a while ago. Ok. Er, same time you left, the same place-ish..." He trails.
"Ish? Don't give me an ish," She says.
"These readings are very er, ishy," He replies, squinting at his monitor screen.
{Y/n} unfolds her arms and joins him over at his console.
"Surely it's not that hard to tell if we're at the right place or not," she jokes, bending down to get a look at the screen.
"I don't know why I bother reading any of this, considering I can't understand it," she adds, pretending to read it.
"That would be because..." the Doctor paused to take the monitor from her - "It's in Galafriyen, Pudding brain," he finishes.
"As you've said," she says, rolling her eyes and standing back, nodding before noticing something with the doors. She walks down to stand with Clara.
"Doctor?" She calls.
"Uh-huh?"
The Doctor was good at making it seem as though she had his attention, but she knew fine well she hadn't.
"We have a problem," she states.
The Doctor joins them both at the stairs and follows their gaze to notice the doors have miraculously downsized to about a metre high.
He crouched down in front of the doors, giving the two a stare before opening them up to look outside. He struggled to squeeze himself through the gap, then watched as Clara and {Y/n} followed, doing the same.
There were tracks and a train shed with a sign on the railings saying: Bristol Sidings 344.
"Well. Well, I wonder what could have caused this? I don't think we're bigger, are we?" He says, side glancing at the two before whipping out his sonic and scanning them over. {Y/n} slowly moves his hand away.
"Bristol? Doctor, we're in Bristol!" Clara exclaims.
"A hundred and twenty miles from where we should be. Impressive," {Y/n} states. The Doctor raises his brows at her.
