“The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don’t always soften the bad things, but vice versa, the bad things don’t always spoil the good things and make them unimportant"
Doctor Number 11
Descriptive
Professional goofball
RT?
"Somewhere not cold! Got it!" He flailed around the console, flipping random switches and Levers.
He glanced at the monitor once they landed.
"Ahh! The beaches of Beta 7. Don't give anyone a handshake Clara, they take great offense to it."
"Brilliant! Fancy a trip in the TARDIS? Somewhere.... Cool?" He asked.
To be honest he'd set the settings on random. They could end up literally anywhere.
She was very successful in her attempt.
He immediately fell outside the box, falling in front of her flat on the ground, staring directly up at her.
"What an entrance! I love it! Do you want to go to the moon. About 500 years from now?"
Queue that wheezing groaning sound the TARDIS makes that everyone loves.
That familiar blue box appearing across the street.
The wooden door creaks open and his head pops out.
"Clara?!" He calls.
"Because its delicious. Believe me, it took a while to figure out that fish fingers and custard was what I needed"
Queue flashback to a very confused seven year old Amelia Pond.
"More for me!"
He happily ate away, having a good time just devouring the whole plate. By the time he was finished, he had a custard mustache and beard.
"Mmmm. Fish fingers and Custard. The. Best."
“Nah, I’ll pass thanks.”
Shaking her head, she held up a bag of chips.
“Much prefer chips myself.”
Sitting down at the table, she got them out of the bag.
Queue a big, absolutely delighted grin on his face.
"Ahh yes! Just what I needed!" He took the bowl eagerly and began to happily dig in.
"Want some?" He asked, mouth full of custard.
The way her smile fell. He narrowed his eyebrows and got a little closer to her.
"Are you someone from my future?" He asked, getting excited.
Oh he loved wibbly timelines.
... That's always the last thing she needs to hear. But it was bound to happen at one point or another.
"I... Uhm... My name's Evie."
She tries to say so as normally as possible.
"No! No they're not!"
She's giggling wildly at him. She hates fezzes and wishes beyond belief he had a better dress sense, but he can make her laugh more than anyone else can.
"And neither are bowties!"
"Beachy Clothes. Sunglasses. Swimmy clothes. Etcetera" He spoke. He was excited, genuinely.
"Come on" He pulled her along down the corridor towards the wardrobe. He had to find an outfit too.
"Amelia" he began. He only said Amelia when he was worried. Ope. He always worried.
"I won't leave you. Our timeline is a bit wibbly wobbly, what did you and I do last?"
"How bout the biggest fireworks display in the whole galaxy?" He asked, returning said grin.
He led her in the direction of the TARDIS, happily skipping along.
"Yes!" Queue big happy grin as he practically danced around the console, stopping and folding his arms when they landed. He was beaming.
"Oh the wardrobe moved back to its old place. Its Down the hall First left, second right, third on the left, go straight ahead, under the +