10 Months

"Clara get up!" the doctor cried, shaking Clara to wake her up. Clara moaned and sat upright in the bed.

"Doctor it's early in the morning, what do you want?" she mumbled and tried to lie back down. She then sat up and frowned at the doctor who was pulling on clothes. "Why are you getting dressed?" she questioned.

The doctor threw a warm coat in Clara's direction. "Get up and put this on," he said and left the bedroom to walk into the sitting room. "And put something on your feet." Clara slowly got out of the bed and slipped on her coat. She then put on a pair of socks and some ankle high boots before she walked out to the doctor. She opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by a cabin member, who burst into the room.

"Ah you're up, please put on your life jackets and report to the boat deck." He said before promptly leaving. Clara frowned.

"She can't go down doctor, she's unsinkable." She said with fear in her voice. The doctor grabbed her hand and ushered her out the door, without saying a word. They followed a group of screaming people until they arrived on the boat deck. But they were too late.

"No life boats here!" a crew member yelled.

Clara bit her lip; she was shaking but not because of the cold. It was because she was scared. The doctor pulled her into a tight hug. "I'm so sorry." He repeatedly muttered into her hair. "I should have never brought you on this ship." Clara pulled back and cupped his cheek in her hand. She faintly smiled at him before he leant down and kissed her lips. They thought it was the end.

"Sir, Madam!" a young man called. He had a child, who looked about 1, held firmly against his body. "There's a collapsible boat up on the top deck, if you're lucky it will be the last to leave!" he told them.

Clara smiled at him, before the doctor grabbed her hand and pulled her away. "Wait!" Clara called. She struggled out of the doctor's grip and ran towards the man. "Why don't you come with us." She asked him. "Save the child." The man looked down to the child, who was clutching onto him.

"They won't let me climb aboard a life boat because im a man and they won't let her go alone, her mother died after she was born and I decided to move to America, that's why I'm on this ship alone."

An explosion went off; interrupting him and the ship suddenly became very dark.

"Papa!" the girl cried at his chest. The man gripped her tighter. He then gave a sad sigh. He pulled the girl back and looked at her face. He kissed her forehead before he pulled away her arms from his neck. "You go with this nice man and lady. They'll take care of you now. They'll be your Mama and Papa." He whispered to the girl before he pushed her into Clara's arms. She gasped in shock, but gripped the girl tightly to her body as the girls arms clasped at her neck.

"You take her. Look after her for me." He said as he pushed Clara in the direction of the life boat.

"But Sir!" Clara cried.

"Just look after her, make sure she has a good future. Please! I beg you."

Clara nodded. "I will," she told him, she then glanced to the doctor who held out his hand. "We will," Clara said as she gripped his hand and together they ran towards the life boat.

"Any women and children here?" A man cried.

"Yes!" the doctor screamed, he pushed Clara and the girl towards the boat. "Get in," he told her firmly.

Clara shook her head. "No, not without you."

The doctor cupped her cheek and quickly kissed her, "Clara don't make this harder than it already is, just go, and keep her safe. Once you're in New York, you'll find the TARDIS. She'll take you home."

"No doctor no!" Clara cried as a man pulled her towards the life boat.

"Madam, come on," the man ushered, and he pulled Clara into the life boat. She clambered over the seats and repositioned the child, before she sat down. Clara sat down on the bench and pulled the girl to her body. She was still crying. Clara protectively put a hand on her head and she quietly began to hum a lullaby which instantly soothed the girl. She stopped humming when she heard the doctor cry "I love you Clara!" as they began to lower the boat. She couldn't find the strength to call it back. Instead she closed her eyes and snuggled into the girl's neck and began to cry.

Back on the boat, the doctor turned to walk away when an officer grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

"Wait!" the officer cried. "We need men to row the boat," he nodded to the doctor. "Get in."

The doctor clambered over the people and sat down by the oar, in front of Clara, who hadn't noticed they had stopped lowering to load in some men.

The girl at Clara's chest pulled away from her and she turned round to face the doctor. "Papa!" she cried and pointed a finger at him. Clara immediately lifted her head and looked at the man she was pointing at. The girl turned back to face her, an excited grin on her face. "Papa?" she asked.

Clara shook her head. "No papa, sorry baby." The girl moaned and squeaked before rested her head on Clara's collar, her cool breath sending shivers down Clara's spine.

"She said her name is Maia, and she would prefer it if you called her that." The doctor muttered.

"I'm sorry, how do you know that?" Clara asked.

The doctor briefly turned round to face her. "Because I speak baby." He smiled.

Clara's jaw dropped. "Doctor, what are you doing here?" she asked.

"I'm rowing the boat," he said and picked up and oar. "I've never done this before, so let's see how this turns out."

Maia squealed at Clara's chest, "Papa" she giggled.

"No it will not be funny!" the doctor told her as he turned around and began rowing.

Once the boat was a reasonable distance away from the ship, the officer ordered the men to stop rowing. The doctor dropped his oar and turned to face Clara. She smiled up at him before she looked at the girl who she was rocking in her arms. "Papa," She mumbled before her eyes closed and she drifted off to sleep.

"Doctor," Clara said with a shaky voice. "Why is she calling you Papa?"

Maia mumbled in her sleep. And the doctor smiled. "She knows she won't see her father again, so she's sort of adopted us." Clara smiled and she looked down at the girl sleeping peacefully.

Then everybody aboard the boat screamed, as the giant ship broke in two. The screaming woke Maia up and she cried as she clung onto Clara. "Mumma," she wailed as Clara lifted her up to comfort her. "Mumma, no," she cried. Clara looked at the doctor with a panicked expression. He nodded to her.

"She's adopted you as her mother Clara, because." He said. He then turned to the ship which was sinking beneath the waves. "She's got nobody." He whispered.

"No," Clara corrected. "She's got us, and she'll always have us."

The doctor smiled, and then put his hand in his pocket. He pulled an odd face as he felt something smooth and cold. Frowning he pulled it out of the pocket and held it out in the open, almost immediately the familiar whoops and wheezes of the TARDIS could be heard and Clara gave a sigh of relief as the people in the life boat disappeared and they appeared in the control room of the TARDIS.

Maia's crying had stopped and she had fallen asleep against Clara. The doctor came over to Clara and gently stroked a knuckle over Maia's face. "Mumma, Papa," she mumbled. And they both smiled.

"New adventure as parents," he said and Clara nodded as she agreed.

"New adventure."