Would it be churlish of me to point out that the first Doctor was most definitely NOT searching for his home planet, Gallifrey?
Yea he was just away from it not looking for it….ugh. people
True, although it’s more from the point of view of the public who first watched it. From their view (and the writers as well) he was looking for his home planet
The TARDIS hummed gently. It’s blue light enveloped the Doctor as he stared in a dream, deep in thought. His last life. Trenzalore. It was all becoming so real. His life was so near the end. It had been two weeks since saving Gallifrey. Or at least the Doctor guessed it was that long. Seeing all his lives together. All the adventures they were yet to have. And here he was, so near the end.
The voice echoed into the Doctors thoughts. It almost annoyed him. How dare this voice interrupt him during such a melancholy moment?
Again. This voice really didn’t know who he was. Well, it did, but clearly it didn’t, because if it did it certainly would not be interrupting him while this deep in thought.
The Doctor shot back to reality with a thud and was greeted by a rather irritated looking Clara.
“Aah, voice…I mean Clara. What are you doing here?”
“For goodness sake Doctor, you picked me up almost an hour ago. You were taking me somewhere”
Had he? The Doctor racked his brain, trying to move the rather distracting impending death thought aside for the minute. Then he remembered.
“Oh that’s right. I was taking you to Messaline. Last time I visited there we ran into some trouble with the Hath and the resistance. Nasty business, sorted it out with some friends of mine. Wanted to make sure they were still getting along.”
“Doctor.” Clara snapped. “A whole hour I’ve been standing here. I’ve got classes to teach.”
“Oh don’t worry about that. I’ll have you back before lunch is over. They’ll never know you’re gone.”
“That’s not the point Doctor.” Clara was clearly riled up. “You can’t keep bursting into my class while I’m teaching and declare its break time.”
“Break time is between 1:30 and 2:30.”
“Oh you humans,” the Doctor chuckled “so set in time and unwilling to budge.”
“Enough Doctor.” Clara exclaimed.
The Doctor realised he was being what Clara called “condescending” again. It wasn’t his fault people couldn’t keep up, yet with Clara he always felt bad after he realised this.
“I’m sorry Clara. I’ve just had a lot on my mind lately.
Clara’s face immediately changed from stern to sympathetic. She sat down next to the Doctor and gave him a playful nudge.
“I’m sorry,” she said softly “I know you’ve been through a lot. What with Gallifrey and all. I’m sure it’s out there.”
The Doctor gave her a weak smile. The smile he reserved for when he needed to show strength, but held out little hope. He knew, even if Gallifrey was out there, Trenzalore was much closer to him. He would in all likeliness be gone before he had the chance to save his home. He didn’t want to tell Clara, but it was this reason he wished to visit Messaline. His only living relative was there. Living was possibly an over exaggeration. Even if she was dead, it felt right to visit her before the end. Just to say goodbye, or maybe even see you soon.
Clara nudged the Doctor again and shot to her feet enthusiastically.
“Right then,” She said, her voice full of beans “what was this planet you wanted to take me to?”
The Doctors fake smile turned suddenly to his real one. He jumped excitedly to his feet too and poked Clara on the nose.
“Messaline.” He chirped and he bounded up to the control panel
“Messaline.” Clara chimed in following the Doctor “and you say you’ve been here before?”
“Oh yes, a long time ago. Or, more accurately, from Messalines point of view, 2 years ago”
The Doctor played with the controls as the TARDIS lurched sending Clara stumbling forward. She grabbed the Doctors arm pulling him to the ground with her. The TARDIS continued to shake as the Doctor pulled himself up, kicked the side of the panel, and the familiar wheezing noise coughed into life.
Calm settled over the TARDIS. Clara sat up and pushed the hair out her face. She wondered why she ever bothered sorting it in the morning. The odds were by the end of the day it would be “TARDIS landing” style.
“How long have you been flying this thing again, Doctor?” Clara asked as she pulled herself to her feet.
“Flying? I’ve lost count. Landing?” The Doctor pondered for a second “I guess the same amount of time as flying”
They looked at each other, and shot each other a smirk. The Doctor raised his hand, gave a snap, and the TARDIS doors swung open.
“Shall we?” He asked, holding his hand out to Clara.
“What’s out there?” She asked, trying to mask her excitement.
“Oh, by now, a lush edan. Forests and rivers and plants as big as cars. A planet so beatutiful, itcould only have been created by someone magnificent.”
“Who’s that then?”
Clara raised an eyebrow at the Doctor, and took his hand. That feeling begin to grow inside her again. The mixture of fear and excitement, not knowing what awaits for her out those doors. The Doctor gave her a tug, and they rushed to the planet outside and stepped out onto another alien planet.
(to be continued)