Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or the characters.

A/N: Hi everyone! This is my first fanfic for Doctor Who. Let me know what you all think of it! Enjoy! :)

Claire's outfit: claires_outfit_chapters/set?id=93117839

Playlist: /theshadowphantom102/the-artist-and-the-doctor

Beep… beep… beep…

My alarm clock read 7:15. I groaned and smashed my hand down on the alarm clock causing the annoying beeping to stop. I groggily stumbled out of bed and selected my outfit for the day. I pulled on a pair of white skinny jeans, beat up black converse, and a navy blue t-shirt with a bow tie and bow ties are cool printed on it in white. Once I was fully clothed, I made my way for the bathroom and examined myself in the mirror.

I looked awful…

Well then again I was up half the night working on a project that was due this morning. Which I still had yet to finish. I let out a low groan as let out my waist length curly dark brown hair from a high bun. It was sticking out in all sorts of directions making me look like I was from the jungle. My face was paler than usual and there were dark circles under my brown eyes. With a sigh I attempted to tame my mane by brushing it out, but it only made it bushier so I tied it into a high ponytail with a white ribbon. Deciding that I looked decent enough and was too tired to put any makeup on, I grabbed my black messenger bag and a grey sweatshirt before heading out the door.

The weather was fairly warm for late October, with only a light breeze whipping gently at my skin. The streets of Salem, Massachusetts were slightly busier than usual due to the Halloween season. Even at this hour of the morning there were still a few witches roaming the streets setting up displays of ingredients needed for spells or signs offering tarot readings.

I walked down the street to a cute little coffee shop called "The Brew". The lovely smell of freshly made coffee filled my nostrils leaving a warm feeling of content spread throughout my body. I ordered a small hot chocolate and took a seat at a table right outside of the shop. I sipped at my hot chocolate enjoying the creamy richness of my beverage in perfect contrast with the smell of crisp autumn leaves taking their fall. My calm reverie was disrupted suddenly, when I remembered that I had failed to finish my homework last night. With a heavy sigh I pulled out my sketchbook along with an HB pencil and a kneadable eraser. I stared at the half finished sketch in front of me. There was still something off about it. I erased it yet again and began sketching yet another made up alien character for one of my many Illustration courses.

"Hi Claire!" My head perked up at the mention of my name. Two of my life long friends Maia and Danae both with coffee cups in their hands sat at the table beside me.

"How are you?" Danae asked a sweet smile on her face.

"You know, the usual…" I answered with a heavy sigh as I erased my alien for what seemed like the eleventh time. I threw my pencil down in frustration. "I have the worst case of artist's block right now!" I grumbled rubbing my temples.

"It's ok… It happens to the best of us." Danae answered taking a sip of her coffee. Her blue-green eyes glanced back up at me through her black-framed glasses.

"Yah, it just can't come soon enough… This sketch is due in an hour…and I can't seem to come up with an alien that looks good enough."

"How about you make it a human with lizard type features… that could easily pass off as an alien."

"I've tried that…" I moaned when suddenly a small spark of inspiration hit me. "No wait! I got it!" Ideas started popping into my head as I sketched out a humanoid-lizard-creature. I dressed it in old roman armor with intricate alchemist signs engraved in the metal. I was really beginning to get into my drawing when Maia cleared her throat loudly breaking my sudden artist frenzy. I looked up at her only to see a Cheshire cat worthy smile plastered across her lips, her light blue eyes sparkling with mischief. Not a good sign.

"Oh God, what are you up to now?" I asked warily.

She pushed her light blonde bangs out of her face and smirked.

"There's this guy that I met and I think he'll be a great match for you-"

"No." I said cutting her off. Oh no, not again…

"Oh come on! You haven't even met him yet!" She protested in an annoying whine.

"I don't do blind dates. Especially when you set them up for me."

"Ok, how was I supposed to know that last guy was a drug dealer?"

"Are you kidding? He practically screamed drug dealer. Definitely one of the sketchiest human beings I've ever met." I said blowing a piece of hair out of my face.

"Claire, I swear, this guy is not a sketchy drug dealer. He's really nice and is attending med school!" She exclaimed in excitement.

I shook my head. "I'm not ready."

"You're never ready! Claire, you're twenty years old… I think it's about time we found you a boyfriend so you won't end up being one of those creepy old ladies who collect cats and never married or even got a date in their lives."

I raised an eyebrow at her.

"She's right." Danae said suddenly stepping in. She brushed a piece of her light brown hair out of her face before continuing. "You've never really interacted with a guy before and it's not like you have to date him or anything. You could just meet him and see what he's like. You'll never know he may end up being a good friend or maybe even something more. But first you need to give him a chance. Plus, I think this is the perfect opportunity to break you out of your shell."

I sighed in defeat. I knew they were right, but I already knew this guy wouldn't like me. I was always too shy or too awkward when I was around new people. I never really had anything interesting to say let alone know what to say. I always choked up. Not once have I ever let myself speak my mind and let others hear what I had to say. I guess you could say I was too afraid to or maybe that was just my anxiety issue taking over, but then again that was basically the same thing in my book.

I glanced at my friends who stared back at me expectantly. I chewed on my bottom lip in thought, one of my many habits that I couldn't seem to break.

"Maybe." I said softly.

"Yay!" Maia exclaimed happily, obviously thinking that I would go. "You can meet him at the Halloween party tonight! Oh this is going to be so much fun!"

"I said maybe… I'm not sure if I'll even be able to make it tonight. I have enough work to do as it is." I pulled my phone out of my bag. It read 8:24. "No, no, no! Not again!" I gasped jumping to my feet and stuffing my art supplies in my bag. "I'm going to be late again."

"Time never really was you thing…" Maia said with a cringe, as if she had a bad taste in her mouth.

I gave her a look. "That's why I'm not a mathematics major." I answered coolly slinging my messenger bag over my shoulder.

"Personally I think you should come. You're under enough stress as it is. Take a breather every one in a while." She said leaning in slightly.

"I'll think about it. Right now I really have to go!" I started to back away from the table before throwing them a wave. "Bye!"

"DON'T FORGET TO WEAR A COSTUME!" Maia called after me.

I raced down the street in a frenzy praying that I wouldn't be late for the second time this week. After two blocks of frantic running I finally reached the University of Fine Arts. Adrenaline coursed through my veins as I raced up the stairs with only a minute left to spare. I stormed into the building relief warming my insides when it dawned on me that I was going to make it. My class was just down the hallway. I slowed down in an attempt to catch my breath when suddenly I crashed into someone unexpectedly and fell on the floor with a loud thud.

"Ouch…" I rubbed the back of my head in pain.

"Oh dear, I am so sorry. I didn't see you there. Are you all right?"

Was that a British accent? This was a very small school and I knew for a fact that there weren't any people from England here.

I looked up and saw a twenty something year old man looking down at me with a look of concern on his face. He was rather handsome with brown hair that fell in front of his grey-green eyes, which seemed older than he appeared. His outfit however was… different. He was clad in a tweed jacket with a light pink shirt, suspenders, black trousers, brown dress shoes, and a red bow tie. He extended a hand to me and helped me to my feet.

"Err yah, I'll be fine. Thank you." I managed to utter out, the shy side of me suddenly gaining control. I started to walk away. Great I'm late… again. Anxiety started to creep up on me. No not now.

"You sure you're all right?" The man asked me again. I stopped walking and turned around to face him yet again.

I waved him off awkwardly. "I'm fine." I managed to say loud enough for him to hear.

"Ok, that's good. I'm the Doctor." He said with a smile and held his hand out for me to shake.

I raised an eyebrow at him and eyed his hand nervously. "Doctor who?"

He seemed to get a big kick out of that question and laughed whole heartily. "Just the Doctor."

"Ok?" I awkwardly shook his hand. "Well, if you excuse me, Doctor? I'm late…" I started to head off towards my classroom.


I turned around.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name."

I eyed him warily before answering. "Claire."

He gave me a huge childish grin that seemed to suite him. "Well, I hope to see you again soon Claire." With that he walked out of the building, leaving me disserted in the hallway.