Running and Remembering

Chapter Two

I wake up with a start, the dream haunting me. It all seemed so familiar, the way the woman answered with just the right amount of sass, how the little blue box was bigger on the inside, and how the man ran around the console, excited for a new adventure. It feels like if I could just remember how their faces looked…

The door opens and the Doctor walks in.

“Good Morning, Clara.” He says with a bright and happy smile.

“Good Morning, Doctor.”

“How was sleeping?”

“Great, but, I had a very strange dream.”

The Doctor’s face is contorted with concern.

“Tell me about the dream you had.”

“There was a man and a woman outside a blue box, and they were chatting. The woman called the box a snog box, and she said for the man to come back on Wednesday. The man then jumped into the box, which was bigger on the inside, and said something about going to Wednesday.”

The Doctor’s eyes widen, and he looks happy.

“Clara, that was a memory.” He says, holding my hand. “That was when I asked you to travel with me, in my bigger-on-the-inside blue box.”

His smile is so big he looks like he’s about to burst.

“So, I remembered something, about my past.” I say, excited that I’m getting my memories back.

We smile at each other.

“I’m remembering.”

“You’re remembering.”

“Doctor, I’m remembering!!!”

I laugh and hug the Doctor. His warmth comforting me, its familiarity triggering something in my brain. And suddenly I’m saying something, but in a whisper.

“Run. Run you clever boy, and remember me.”

Then the feeling’s gone.

The Doctor whispers something in my ear.

“Clara, what did you just say?”

“I have no idea. It’s like my brain just clicked, and I said that.”

He hugs me tighter.

“Don’t ever leave me.”

He tucks his head into my shoulder as he says it.

“I don’t plan on it.”

A moment later I break from the hug and look at the Doctor. His hair looks rough and undone. His eyes have bags under them and look considerably older.

“Doctor, did you sleep last night?”

He gives me a simple answer.

“No.”

“Doctor, you need to sleep, and brush your hair.” I say, combing his hair with my fingers. I then realize what I’m doing and take my hand out of his hair.

“Sorry.” I say, blushing. He looks at me and giggles.

“I actually kind of enjoyed that…”

“Oh, you did?” I say with a little sass.

“Yes, I did.”

“So you enjoyed… This?” I say, messing up his already messed up hair.

“Oi!” he grabs my hand from out of his hair. “Like this,” he takes my limp hand and combs his hair with it.

“Nah. That doesn’t look as good as your hair when it’s all messed up.”