[WHOUFFLE SHIPPERS INTENSIFY]
- The War Doctor really liked Clara
- Ten really liked Clara (did you see the way he looked at Eleven? Like: “Go get her me”)
- Eleven loves Clara
- So tell me again that Twelve will be the death of Whouffle.
"Fancy a week in Ancient Mesopotamia? Followed by Future Mars?"
"Will there be cocktails?"
"On the moon."
"The moon’ll do."
Just some Whouffle rambles…
You know when Clara nearly falls off the “cliff” in the episode “Journey to the Center of the TARDIS”? I keep thinking that it had to be a big thing for the Doctor. In “Snowmen” Clara gets pulled off the cloud and falls to her death, well in JTTCOTT it almost happens again. He grabs her, of course, but what if he had like a flash of that moment? Like he just got really scared which is why he held onto her so tightly?
You know the way the Doctor is famous for getting slapped by the mother?
What if, just after his cheeky little bum slap, Dave stands up and has a go at him, maybe even punches him. (You know, over protective father, and all that)
I can just imagine the Doctor massaging his jaw, saying, “Okay… That is another first.”
Yes, he did. He had Christmas dinner with Rose, whom he had particularly strong feelings for and who looked after him in the aftermath of a particularly rough regeneration.
He then refused outright to have Christmas dinner with later companions (most notably Donna), despite expressing his love for Christmas on multiple occasions. I’d say that’s probably got something to do with the last person he did have Christmas dinner with—he loved Rose deeply, but later ended up having to face losing her.
The Ponds, who were clearly very important to him (heck, he spent decades—centuries?—in mourning after he lost them, something we haven’t seen with any prior companions), set a place for him every year—but he never turned up. He wasn’t ready for Christmas, even with them.
Then he met Clara (well, Victorian Clara) at Christmas. She died, and he blamed himself—one would expect that only to compound his dislike for spending Christmas with his companions. But a year later, he’s visiting her family for Christmas dinner.
Despite the importance of his other companions, despite his profound friendship for all of them, he’s never had Christmas dinner with anybody except the one girl he loved.
And now he’s doing it with Clara; except this year, he won’t lose her—she’ll lose him.
I want a friendship like that!