The TARDIS doors burst open with a loud bang. “Clara! Run! Run faster!” the Doctor shouted over his shoulder. Clara was just behind him running equally fast. Both of them sprung into the TARDIS and The Doctor hurriedly closed the door and then leaned against them while catching his breath. Clara sat down on the cold metal floor, her right hand clutching her stomach, panting. It took them about two minutes to calm down and start breathing normally. The Doctor jumped back into action and went on towards the TARDIS console. He pressed a few buttons and then pulled the lever. The sound of the TARDIS dematerializing filled the console room. “Right then, where to next?” He asked Clara normally, as if just a few minutes earlier they hadn’t been running for their lives. “ZARAN!” Clara shouted almost thunderously while simultaneously standing up and startling the Doctor. “I didn’t kn-“ “Planet of the most beautiful desert in this galaxy! Planet of the most peace-loving people in this quadrant! Where when the sun sets in the crimson sky against the vast horizons of the desert sand, the people sing hymns of their ancients in the most melodious tunes ever created in all of time an-“ “Well basically all that’s true. I just miss-“ “-missed the bit that wearing RED is a crime on the planet and the guilty is chained and left in the middle of a blazing desert to starve to death or to be eaten alive by bloody sand-piranhas.” “Well we could’ve easily gotten out of that mess if you didn’t have two jackets. Why have you got two jackets?” the Doctor retaliated. “Shut up! Doctor, we wouldn’t have gotten into that mess in the first place if it hadn’t been for that ridiculous looking magician’s overcoat that you wear.” “Ridiculous? How could I have known that red color was not allowed there? Last time I visited I wore a tweed Jacket and a bowtie-a blue one at that and maybe a Stetson.” The Doctor and Clara frowned at each other intensely for several seconds before Clara broke down into giggles and the Doctor smiled in return. “Oh Doctor you’re going to get us killed someday.” Clara said while smiling and fixing her hair. “No, I won’t.” “Yeah and how do you know that?” “Well you know I have been doing this for 2000 years. I know what I am doing.” the Doctor replied with an air of superiority in his tone. “Yeah well the Zaranians didn’t think so and sometimes neither do I.” Clara said still smiling. “Fair enough.” The Doctor grinned. “You didn’t tell me though, where to next?” “Well last time I checked I was going to go on a date before you came and lured me in here. So right now I’d like to go back and finish up on that please.” “What? Who is this mystery person you seem to be going out a lot with? I thought we were just getting started. Wait. Is it the shelf-guy?” “Started? Doctor that was two days ago. And shelf-guy? Really? His name is D-“ “Oh stop. Don’t bother. I don’t want the name. I’d probably delete it later anyway.” Clara rolled her eyes. ”Well I am dirty and muddy all over. I’ve got to freshen up. Just shout for me when we get there. Okay.” “Well now that you say it I think I might need to clean up a bit too. Change clothes.” “Get a new coat.” Clara snickered, leaving the console room and going towards her room in the TARDIS. “Why? I love this coat” The Doctor shouted at her as she disappeared into the corridor. “As you say Mr. Magician.” |
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