A/N - Here's my first fanfiction for Doctor Who! :D

(SPOILERS! ;) Spoilers for everything! This is the 11th Doctor, and he's traveling with Clara. This is also in first person for The Doctor. I write best in first person, and it will be interesting to convey all those wibbly wobbly timey wimey thoughts that we never hear into my story!

Warnings - Action packed, probably Doctor WHUMP, stuff like that. :) No inappropriate content and no swearing! Yay!

Yjfbsgsvbjdrjbd (That's meant to be gibberish ;) ) I love Doctor Who so much! The 11th Doctor is my favorite - no question. 9 was good, and 10 was great - but 11...GAH! He's so COOL! Although I admit that I liked him much better when he was with the Ponds.

I don't own any of Doctor Who - in case you wondered that for some odd reason. That all belongs to BBC, as it should. And Steven Moffat...

The chapters in this will be called periods - because plain old chapter is boring, and anything Doctor Who can't be boring (that's just out of the question.) Plus Google said period can be another word for chapter. BAM. If Google says so, it must be true, right?

Period One – Diadem

"Where do you want to go?" I ask Clara. This is so exciting - I found her! I found her! I'm not alone anymore, not like I was after Amy and Rory...no. I push the thought away. No use in thinking of that. I distract myself from the depressing thoughts by doing a little twirl on my heels.

"Where can I go?" Clara asks.

"Well," I look up at her excitedly. She's plopped herself on top of the console, feet hanging over the edge. She's so impossible - like a talking banana. Wait, no - bad comparison. But she doesn't make sense at all. She's fascinating. Fascinating enough for me to abandon solitude and go after her, even after she died - twice. No, three times now...Well, kind of. She - wait a moment...

"DON'T SIT ON THAT SWITCH!" I shout in panic. I've startled her, and she jumps off the console immediately. I run over to where she was sitting and check the switch. Phew, she didn't flip it. "Ah, good. No harm done. Sorry to have scared you." I say, turning to her.

"What does that switch do? And you didn't scare me, just took me by surprise."

"Whatever you say." I say, waving my hand dismissively. She was scared, even if she won't say it. "Well...let's just say that if you had flipped the switch, well..."

"Well, what?" She asks, raising an eyebrow.

"The TARDIS would start over-heating and then it would become hard to breath and little fires might start inside the radiator and that would be awfully bad. It could have destroyed her. Well, hurt her at least. Then I would have to rebuild her again, which would be quite irritating considering I just did that recently and I rather like how it turned out - thank you very much - and plus who knows how long that might take. I mean, honestly, do you know how long it takes to reconstruct the TARDIS? A week. At best. Sometimes it's taken up to two weeks!"

"Slow down, chin boy! You know no one can understand you while you talk that fast, right?"

"What?"

Clara sighs. "Slow...Down..." She says, poking me in the stomach.

"Hey!" I protest, swatting her hand away. She rolls her eyes and looks up at me, as if expecting me to answer a question of some sort. "What?" She just raises her eyebrows at the question. "What?"

"You never answered my question!"

"...Question...? Oh! Yes, that question. You can pick anywhere. Just pick a place off the top of your head and we'll go there, promise."

"Anywhere?"

"Anywhere."

She thinks for a moment."I don't know! Take me somewhere nice."

"Alright, let's go to Diadem, the most relaxing planet in the Galaxy!" I dart around the console, flipping switches, pressing buttons, kicking that old lever that never wants to cooperate. "Blimey, haven't been to Diadem in quite a while, not since my fifth regeneration! Wonder if anything's changed..."

That wonderful TARDIS sound fills the console room as I flip the proper switches. I stick my tongue out and taste the sweet, familiar taste of the TARDIS air hanging around us.

I rush to Clara. "Come, come, come!" I say excitedly, dragging her after me as I run for the TARDIS doors. I skid to a halt and Clara runs into me, bouncing off slightly as we collide.

"Hey!" She says indignantly.

"You open the doors, Clara. I want to see your reaction when you see Diadem."

Clara beams at me and pushes the doors open. I watch her face intently, and a giddy happiness runs through me as I see her awestruck expression. I push her out onto the planet and step out eagerly next to her.

Before us is the most beautiful thing anyone has ever seen. Flowers of impossible shades cover the rich light blue grass. The sky is a rich peachy pink, and the sun and moon shine high in the sky at the same time. The trees are thick and tall, with tops like palm trees.

"Oh my goodness...It's beautiful..." Clara breaths.

"Thought you'd like it!" I say as I close and lock the TARDIS. Clara runs over to a patch of blue and silver flowers, picks a few, and takes a deep whiff. Her hair blows in the wind, and she stands there, on the hill we landed on. Her light pink blouse seems to fit with the scenery around her.

"There's so much to see her, Clara!" I declare as I walk over to her.

I left my tweed jacket in the TARDIS, as I knew what the weather would be pleasant; as always here. I'm wearing my red bowtie and the matching red braces. I'm in my element.

"Doctor, look over there." Clara points to another hill a little distance away. On it a group of figures are jumping up and down, waving and calling to us. "Do you know them?"

"I'm not sure..." I say honestly.

"Only one way to find out."

"Could be dangerous."

"What's wrong with dangerous?"

So, Diadem is a real planet on Doctor Who, and appeared during the Doctor's 5th regenerated time. (Or so said Wikipedia) The Internet didn't give any description of the planet, only that it was very relaxing - so I created the look all by myself. :)