OH MY GOD OK PLEASE DO THIS FOR ME I'VE BEEN TRYING TO WRITE THIS FOREVER BUT I SUCK SO YOU GET TO DO IT: AU where the doctor and clara meet when they are seat partners on an international flight (bonus points if they are going to new york or LA or something because america is a cool place to go)
Aha! It took me forever but I am done.. Its a lot longer than I thought it would be but what a good prompt.
Title: 24a and 24b
Pairing: Clara x Eleven
Words: 1679
Rating: K+
Clara Oswald has begun her traveling when she is sat next to a funny man named the Doctor and the two take an obvious liking to eachother. I don’t own Doctor Who or Whouffle would be canon by now.
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“Woops! Pardon me! Excuse me! Oops, I’m very sorry! Just trying to get to my seat! Can anyone tell me where seat 24a is? 32a, 30a…” This continued, followed by a sound of banging, crashes and someone hitting his head. Clara sighed, she was seat 24b, this eight hour flight was either going to be highly amusing or incredibly irritating.
“Ah, here we are,” the man who had been making all of the noise stopped by their seats. Clara looked up at him, rather surprised. He was in his 20s, probably, with a rather handsome face; green eyes with flecks of gold and a huge smile, but his eyebrows were practically not there while his chin made up for the nonexistent eyebrows. His outfit however made him look 20x older, with a purple waistcoat, a vest, a bow tie, lapels and a pair of slacks, but Clara liked it. He paused and grinned at Clara, his dimples sticking out on his cheeks. “Hello! I’m the Doctor, and you can call me, the Doctor.” He sat down in his seat, toting his carry on bag in front of him.
“The Doctor? Doctor Who?” She asked, confirming that he was indeed a mad man.
He grinned again, “Aha, thats what everyone says. Nothing, just the Doctor. I had a name at one point.. but I prefer the nickname, not really sure how I got it honestly, it wasn’t there one day and the next it was. Hello again! And you are?”
“Clara,” the brunette said with a smile, his grin was way too contagious.
He reclined in his seat, “Clara! What a nice name! Beautiful name, actually, good on your parents.” She blushed and he noticed making his ears turn red. He broke the silence, “So Clara, where are you off to and why?”
“Blimey, he doesn’t stop talking does he,” Clara thought, but she enjoyed it. The second she met him she knew this trip was going to be a good one. “I like to travel so I’m going to New York.”
“Ah, New York, the big apple, Nueva York, or as the French call it, we want our statue back,” he laughed.
Clara smirked at him, he was obviously not funny but his laugh like his smile was contagious. “I don’t think thats what the French call New York.”
“Oh. Well they should, but than again I wouldn’t know, I’m not French.” The Doctor was pleased that he’d gotten this girl to laugh, she was pretty when she laughed, he concluded, but then again she was pretty even when she didn’t laugh. His goal for the entire trip would be to make her laugh, “So traveling! How fun! I’ve always wanted to go traveling but everywhere I go I always manage to get into some trouble, so I don’t travel that often.”
“Well, you’re traveling now, aren’t you?”
He thought about this and a huge grin spread across his face, “Hey, you’re right! I am traveling, they should call me, THE TRAVELER instead of THE DOCTOR. Don’t really know who they is though. Where in New York?” He didn’t give her time to answer as he rattled on, “I’m going to Manhattan, thats where my mates live, Amelia Pond, name like a fairy tale, and Rory Williams, huge nose but good chap to Amy. Haven’t seen them since what seems like 1938. So, you never answered, where in New York are you going?”
Clara looked down at the book she held in her hands and opened it to the first page, “Where ever the wind blows me,” she murmured stroking the leaf that was taped to the page. He was looking at her oddly, “Oh.. Sorry. Umm, I’m not sure yet, I just want to explore around, see what I can find, make new memories.”
“Are you an environmentalist,” he asked, nodding to the leaf.
Clara giggled, “No, no. I mean I like nature but I’m not obsessed. The leaf. well the leaf is a long story.”
He put his arm on the arm rest and put his chin on his hand, “Well as I can see, we have eight and a half hours to go until we land, and with weather delays maybe nine to ten hours so I’m sure you have plenty of time to tell this story.”
The young brunette was not usually one to open up to people but with this man she felt she could tell him everything as if she’d known him her whole life. “I guess you could say, I was blown into this world on a leaf…”
An hour later, the flight still hadn’t taken off and the Doctor was intensely listening to Clara talk about her life. “And now„ here I am, and I guess, that’s my story.”
He smiled, “What a great story! You, Clara Oswald have lived quite the life.” “Hello and thank you for choosing to fly with…” The Doctor and Clara grinned at eachother, excited the plane was starting but sad because this meant their time together would soon be over. “We will be taking off shortly, so please strap on your safety belt, stay in your seats and place all carry ons either in the overhead area or in front of you, under a seat.”
“Ah,” the Doctor said before grabbing his bag to move it.
Clara looked at the size of it, “Blimey! What do you have in there?”
He grinned at her, “Well, I don’t know, lets check,” he started pulling items out of it, “A few books, a spare bow tie of course, bow ties are cool,” she rolled her eyes at that, “Bandaids, I’m prone to clumsiness, paper, I like to pretend its psychic, and.. ah, you can’t go anywhere without a fez,” he plucked the red hat out of his bag and placed it on his head. “Fezzes are cool,” he proclaimed.
She took it off his head letting her fingers run through his quiff, quickly. “No. I will not be caught dead sitting next to you while you are wearing that. I’m keeping it for the remainder of the trip.” He pouted at her, “Not gonna work, I know the puppy dog face, I was a nanny, it won’t work on me.” He sighed, realizing he was not going to win this battle. “No but seriously how does all of that fit in such a small bag?”
“Its bigger on the inside,” he added with a wink.
The plane started trudging along and Clara braced herself, as the ground became rickety. Without intention, she grabbed the Doctor’s hand as the turbulence increased.
“So I’m taking it you’ve never been on a plane before?” He asked, motioning to their hands which were now intertwined.
Her cheeks turned a deep shade of red matching the sweater she was wearing, “Yeah, Sorry, just a little jittery,” and let go of his hand. He repositioned his hand so it was on top of hers.
“No problem,” he murmured, his eyes catching hers. If anything they were both red. The plane took off practically leaping into the air and the Doctor smiled as Clara glanced out the window. “So we have 8 hours, what should we do?”
A better question was what didn’t they do. Clara taught the Doctor to play rummy and they played for at least an hour until the man got so good that Clara could no longer stand it, and threw the cards down in defeat. After buying crisps and a bag of pretzels the two had decided to rent a movie. They set everything up at the same time so their monitors would be completely in tune. They decided on watching “The Time Travelers Wife” and while Clara was completely absorbed in it, the Doctor was absorbed in her though, not paying attention to his screen but watching Clara as she laughed, smiled, or shook angrily and by the end of it when she was crying, he held her hand again and handed her a tissue. The flight went a lot faster than either of them wanted and after reading, watching movies, playing cards, and talking to eachother, they were being told to re-buckle their seat belts as the plane was landing. Clara looked sadly at the Doctor, not wanting their time together to end. Once the plane landed, the Doctor helped Clara with her bags and the two walked towards the baggage claim together after doing all the necessary security precautions.
The Doctor’s luggage arrived too soon for either of their liking and the brunette sighed, “I don’t think I could’ve had more fun for my first time on airplane.”
The Doctor kissed her forehead, “Well, Clara, it was an honor to be your first,” he joked, over dramatically balancing.
Clara rolled her eyes but laughed too, “Oi! Chin. Down boy.”
He blushed, flustered but smiled at her, “Could I have your number? Maybe while you’re in New York, we could meet up or something?”
“There is such a thing as being too keen,” she said, laughing when she caught his facial expression. But the two swapped phone numbers and hugged longer than most would.
He straightened his bow tie and brushed off his vest before saluting her and walking out of the baggage area. Clara reached into her bag to get out her scarf when her hands closed around an unfamiliar item. The fez. She quickly dialed the Doctor’s phone number, “Doctor, I have your fez.”
He laughed into the phone, “Well I guess that means we will just have to meet up so I can get it back. How about later today? Or…”
“You’re being too keen again,” but she really wanted to see him soon, “I have to check into my hotel today and get settled but how about tomorrow?”
He exclaimed into the phone, “A picnic in Central Park!”
Clara laughed, “11 o’clock than?”
“Don’t forget your fez!” He said one last time before the sound clicked off and Clara smiled, holding the fez tightly to her chest; the stupid fez that was bringing them together one more time.
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