Chapter 1: Kids and their ships
When We Travel
Kids and their ships
This story is set post 'Last Christmas'. Basically series 9 with some minor/major tweaks and a lot of Whouffaldi moments! Enjoy! Story may end up with some OC's. (This is mainly focused on Whouffaldi) Danny Pink is alive in this fic but Clara was never in a relationship with him. Danny DOES have a crush on her though.
WARNING: This story may or may not contain dark themes. This story will always be rated T, some chapters may be rated M - You will be notified when they are.
I paced around the classroom observing the student's work on Jane Austen. "Jane Austen! Amazing writer, brilliant comic observer and strictly among ourselves, a phenomenal kisser…." I trailed off.
I looked out the window and stared blankly at an object in the sky. I grabbed a nearby marker pen and drew a circle on the glass, making sure to keep the mysterious object inside of it. I moved closer towards the window, before realising what the object actually was.
"Err… Miss?" one of my students questioned.
"Miss?" Another voice asked. I quickly turned around and demanded,
"Everybody turn on their phones." I began, "News websites and Twitter." I opened the window and leaned out of it glaring at the huge plane in the sky… that wasn't moving. I shut the window quickly.
"Twitter? Well that's the first time you've ever told us to get our phones out!" One of my students, Ryan, said.
"Just get them out and go on Twitter!" all of the students looked at me before I said, "#ThePlanesHaveStopped." Everyone frantically pulled their phones out of their pockets and they tapped away. The door to the classroom opened suddenly before the tall grey stick insect walked in. I haven't seen him in months. The Doctor. All the students looked over at him with confused looks on their faces.
"Yes yes yes! I am back! It's me, John Smith the caretaker!" He shouted to the students. The Doctor's fake name, John Smith, the one name that people would see right through. He couldn't have picked something different could he?
"Whenever you appear, something bad happens…" Courtney stated. She was right. Every single bloody time The Doctor showed up, problems and danger followed him. "And why are you wearing that? Shouldn't you be wearing your caretaker outfit?" I hadn't really noticed until now as to what The Doctor was actually wearing. He had a white t-shirt on with a black hoodie over it, he also wore his signature coat with red lining in it. He also had a pair of sunglasses on his face. God knows why, it's not like England has a lot of sun.
"Doc- I mean Mr. Smith. What's wrong?" I asked.
"'What's wrong? What's wrong?'" he asked in shock. "The planes have stopped! That's what's wrong!"
"Yes. We have noticed that…" Ryan said sarcastically.
The Doctor then walked over to Ryan, bent down to his level and said, "Oi. Shut up you pathetic little pudding brain." Ryan just rolled his eyes at him.
"Mr. Smith. Please stop harassing my students and wait outside." I glared at him.
"Pfft." He replied as he headed towards the door.
"Smithwald, Smithwald…" I could hear the students chant quietly. The Doctor then turned around and glared at the students. That shut them up. I didn't really have a problem with the kids 'shipping' people, as they called it. The Doctor then left the room. Then other students started to quietly chant "Pinkwald, Pinkwald…"
"Why do you ship people?" I asked as I folded my arms. I DID understand what a 'ship' was, Courtney taught me…
"It's not our fault that fanfiction was created." Another one of my students, Susan, said.
"Fanfiction?" I raised my eyebrow.
"I will show you it one day!" Courtney exclaimed. I was NOT looking forward to seeing what 'Fanfiction' was.
"Miss. Oswald! We have work to do!" The Doctor called from outside the room.
"Yea yea I'm coming!" I called back. Mr. Dunlop then walked into the room.
"Miss. Oswald, you have a call. They were going to put me through to the Prime Minister." He said.
"Yes, that would be U.N.I.T!" I exclaimed before heading towards the door.
"There is also an angry Scottish caretaker out here waiting for you."
"I am NOT angry!" I heard The Doctor complain. I rolled my eyes.
"Do you mind covering my class for me?" I asked Mr. Dunlop. Before he could answer I left the room. "Thanks!" Mr. Dunlop entered the classroom as I left. I closed the door.
"Finally! Took you long enough!" The Doctor exclaimed. I glared at him before punching him in the arm. He rubbed his arm and asked, "What was that for?!"
"Where have you been?!" I asked with slight anger.
"Clara… calm down. I've just been…. Away."
"Away? What do you mean by aw-" I was cut off by a figure suddenly appearing next to me.
"Woo! Feels GREAT to time travel using this vortex manipulator!" It was Missy. I thought she was dead. "Am I interrupting anything?" I looked at her with shock.
"Nope. Nothing at all." The Doctor quickly said before walking towards the exit of the building.
"Wa- wait! U.N.I.T called, I need to go and answer the phone!" I said.
"Stop your worrying. I handled it for you." Missy said.
"What do you mean by 'handled'?" I questioned.
"I told them that you will be at the U.N.I.T base in a minute."
"Erm hello. If you haven't realised, the planes have stopped moving!" The Doctor glared at us. Missy just glared back before she headed towards the exit, followed by The Doctor.
"Oh, Clara! We need to go shopping!" Missy called to me as she turned around to look at me. The Doctor left the building.
"I'm sorry, what?" I asked.
"Shopping. I need a new dress, I've been wearing this one for ages. Feels like decades."
"I am NOT going shopping with you."
"Some other time, I guess." I was about to reply to Missy but I was cut off by Danny walking towards us,
"Hello, Clara." He then looked at Missy and asked, "And you are…"
"That's Missy and she was just leaving." I glared at her. She sighed with annoyance and left the building.
"Who was that?" Danny asked.
"Just er a friend of The Doctor's." I replied. He sighed before saying,
"Why are you still travelling with that guy? I thought you were done with him."
"I can't just tell him that I don't want to travel with him, Danny. I DO want to travel with him, he would be lost without me. Believe me, he wouldn't survive a day on his own." Why was Danny acting like he was my boyfriend? He's always been so protective.
"I'm just looking out for you, Clara. That man is insane." Danny wasn't wrong, he WAS insane, but I liked that about him. The insane ways he handles things.
The Doctor's POV
I stood outside and looked up at the sky. I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die. That was all that was running through my mind. I turned around to find Missy standing there, she looked like she was about to say something before I cut her,
"Give me a vortex manipulator." I said simply, with little to no emotion. She raised her eyebrow before handing me a vortex manipulator from her pocket. I took it from her and placed it around my wrist. I put in the date and time and co-ordinates before pushing the button.
The Doctor disappeared in front of me and all that was left was a confession dial, sitting on the floor. Confession dial meant that The Doctor thinks he is going to die tomorrow. I reached down to pick it up but a wave of electricity passed through my arm, I jumped back in shock. I looked down at the confession dial, confused as to why I couldn't pick it up. Who had The Doctor chosen to have his confession dial? No. It can't be Clara. Can it?
"I don't know." I said, unsure. Danny had asked me if I wanted to go out for dinner tonight. To be honest, I wasn't so keen on the idea. I'm not gonna lie, Danny is the kind of guy who would be a great boyfriend but…. Someone else had already taken their place in my heart. Not that I would ever admit who it is.
"Come on, Clara. Something to take your mind off of all this 'alien' stuff."
"Clara!" Missy's voice echoed through the halls. "Clara, come out here!"
"I should go and see what she wants, she can get a little bit impatient." I headed for the door.
"So do you want to go out tonight?" Danny asked again as I placed my hand on the door handle. I considered it in my brain. Why the hell not? It was obvious that The Doctor's previous form had some sort of feelings for me but not this one, this one was different, the 'non-hugger'.
"Sure. 8pm?" I asked.
"8pm." He confirmed with a smile before he went inside of his classroom. The bell rang and instantly the halls flooded with students of all ages.
I quickly exited the building to be greeted with Missy.
"Why did you do that?" Missy asked me. I asked, confused,
"Why did I do what?"
"Why did you agree to a date with that weird guy in there?" She questioned.
"Weird? That's Danny and why wouldn't I?" Missy groaned in frustration before saying,
"Forget it!" She then looked down and some sort of circular object on the ground. "Pick that up." She demanded.
"What is it?" I asked.
"It's The Doctor's confession dial." Missy stated.
"What is that? And where's The Doctor?" I looked around to see if I could see him.
"The Doctor had to go and do something, he'll be fine. And that…" She pointed at the object, "Is a confession dial. Only one person can pick it up, the one person who The Doctor chooses. It's not me so I thought it might be you."
I gulped before bending down and slowly reaching for the dial, I place a single finger on it before fully picking it up. I saw Missy's eyes widen, "Looks like he DID choose you." Missy said, in shock.
"What uh, what is a confession dial?" I questioned as I examined it in my hand.
"It has The Doctor's biggest confession in. He gives it to someone the day before he is going to die."
My eyes widened, "He's going to die?!" I almost shouted.
"It's not certain. He just thinks he's going to die."
"What does it say?"
"It will only open when he's dead." Missy stated as she looked down at her vortex manipulator.
"Anyways, poppet. I best be off, you need to be at U.N.I.T after all. I see you soon, we could go shopping maybe!" Before I could get a word in she disappeared in an instant.
I placed the confession dial in my pocket before running over to where my motorbike was parked. I got on and inserted the key into it. I was off in a flash on my way to U.N.I.T, I looked up every now and again to see that the planes were still frozen in the sky, and I couldn't help but think that Missy was the one responsible.