Story: All Maps Welcome
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 1722
Author's Summary: She knows she's not the only person to ever have traveled with the Doctor. It's a comforting thought.
Characters/Pairings: Clara Oswald, the Eleventh Doctor
Recced because: It's gorgeous. It's about Clara and the road she takes, but it's also about the road that all companions of the Doctor take. It's beautifully written, and uplifting, and a great tribute to the legacy of everyone who travels with the Doctor, and has their lives changed thereby.
She gets lost in the TARDIS more frequently than she'd like to admit. The damn ship just doesn't seem to like her very much. And it's not like there's a map of the place. She's tried to sketch one up, several times, but she oughtn't be surprised that a time-and-space-ship that defies all conventional laws of physics would be squirrely about maintaining a proper ground plan.
When she's really bloody exhausted and on the verge of collapse, she invariably stumbles across a series of bedrooms that are emphatically not hers. One is all pinks and yellows, not really her style. Another looks as messy as Artie's room at home, distinctly masculine in odor, with everything covered in a fine sheen of dust. Yet another has bunk beds. That one makes her giggle.