Hey guys! New fic! This one is a Whouffle AU with both Souffez and Allonswin, but mostly Souffez. :) It's another multi-chapter fic of mine, but this is the first multi-chaptered Whouffle fic I've written, so bare with me! :) I hope you enjoy this first chapter!

DISCLAIMER: I sadly do not own Doctor Who. :(

WARNING: Adult themes of attempt rape in this chapter! It's just attempt and doesn't get too far, but if you get triggers from that sort of thing, don't read!

Just a small town girl, livin' in a lonely world
She took the midnight train goin' anywhere
Just a city boy, born and raised in south Detroit
He took the midnight train goin' anywhere

"Don't Stop Believin'" by Journey

She met him when it was raining.

Clara Oswald was working her shift at the Rose & Crown bar. She strode by a large group of men to pick up their empty glasses.

"Oi! You! Pretty lady!" Clara rolled her eyes before turning to the large group of men. "How much for you to give me a good night?"

Clara smirked despite herself and took a few steps forward. She gently grabbed the man who made the remark by the collar. She stroked his chest teasingly, then pushed him away. "More than you could ever afford."

"Well, I'm a rich man," he replied.

Clara raised her eyebrows. "Who said anything about money?" Then, she promptly turned and walked away.

She sighed as she headed to the back. Clara knew that her job wasn't for the highest rank, but it paid well and worked best with her daytime classes. She looked up at the clock and realized her shift was nearly over. She took off the black apron she was wearing for the job and hung it up.

"Clara, you done for the day?" her boss asked.

"Yeah. Just gonna pick up one more check and then I'll be off." She walked over to the empty table where the large group used to sit. She picked up the check and put it in, and saw writing on the receipt. It read, "I was hoping for a good shag, but the view was surely nice. I hope you service me further in the future. ;)" Clara scowled. There were too many horny pervs in the world. She entered everything in and took her day's tips.

When Clara was outside, she began to open her umbrella, before being roughly grabbed by the waist and thrust against the brick wall of the alleyway. She squirmed and screamed, "Get off me!" but she was held firm. She looked up to see the man who was treating her like a prostitute in the bar.

He smirked at her. "I told you that you would be servicing me further in the future. Now stay calm; it'll be more enjoyable."

She tried to scream but his mouth crashed into hers to silence her off. He thrusted his tongue in her mouth and she did the one thing she could: she bit his tongue. Hard. He pulled away and scowled. Her head roughly banged against the wall as he held her, working at the buckle of his pants. His hand began to go up her skirt as she wriggled around. "Please, just get off me! Get off me now!" she screamed.

His free hand grabbed her hair and twisted it painfully as he ceased his attack. He pulled her neck down and moved his mouth to her ear. "No. You denied me back there, embarrassed me, and no one does that. You need to be punished."

Clara tried her best to push him off. He pinned her arms down with one of his hands as he started to go up her skirt again. Her thighs were held tight, and he forced them apart. A tear rolled down her face as she came to terms that no one was going to come help her.

Then, another man came and tapped her attacker on the shoulder. "She said no," the stranger said sternly. As he turned around, Clara kneed him in the crotch at the same time the new man punched him in the face. He grabbed Clara's hand, gently, and pulled her. "Come on! Run!" She followed him as they ran away from the narrow alleyway and back into the crowded streets of London. As soon as the two stopped, she ran to her savior and threw her arms around him.

"Thank you."

It took the man about five seconds to wrap his arms back around her in return. "No problem. You just needed him to be distracted, I saw how you kicked him."

She pulled away. "He was going to rape me."

"Yeah, I kind of figured that. Jerk. Good thing we stopped him."

Clara smiled at him. He seemed to be an odd man. Tall, scrawny, but he looked sweet. It was a bit risk for a guy like him to take on a big guy like the one she encountered. "Thanks again."

The man shrugged. "My name is John Smith, by the way."

"Clara. Clara Oswald." She held out her hand for him to shake.

He grabbed her arm, but instead of shaking it, he pulled her towards him. "Let's get out of here." He smiled at her for half a second, then looked surprised. "Wait. No. Not like that. I mean, let's get out of this place, not 'let's get out of here' in the sexual term," he explained awkwardly. He turned slightly red.

Clara raised an eyebrow. "You're silly."

"What's wrong with silly?"

"Nothing. Still talking to you, aren't I?" She smiled at him and opened up her umbrella. "So, where are we headed?"

John frowned. "I don't know. I tend to wander about until I find something interesting."

Clara linked her arm with his. "Very well. Wander we will." They smiled at each other brightly, and began walking down the streets of London.

That was how John Smith and Clara Oswald became best friends.

They found themselves in a little café. It was getting late, but they were enjoying their time together.

John plopped into his seat and gave Clara the tea that she ordered. "So, Clara Oswald, what brings you to London?"

"I'm not a tourist."

"Obviously not, as you work in this city. But you're not native here. Your accent gives it away." He winked at her.

"I'm from Blackpool. Nineteen years old, here for university. University of London. First year, planning on becoming a teacher. Took a gap year to visit Italy and France to take my mind off of things." She sipped her tea.

"Take your mind off what things?"

Clara sighed. "My mum died about three years back. I started doing a bit bad in school. I used to be a perfect student, but things like that distracts a person. My dad decided that taking a year off would be best. The University let me go, kept my spot, and here I am."

John gave her a look of sympathy. "Yeah, I'm off connections with my family as of three months now."

"Why?"

"They expected me to follow in their footsteps. I didn't want to, and they threw a fit. Do what they say or leave. So I left."

Clara nodded, understanding what he meant. She's rather do something she loved rather than be who someone else wanted her to be. They quietly drank their tea as they looked out the window. The rain continued to pour during the night. John's words brought her out of her faze. "Everyone calls me the Doctor. At least, that's what I prefer. John Smith is way too simple."

She smiled. "So, Doctor, what else is there to your story?"

He shrugged. "Not much. Apart from my family, I'm not much. Well, I am, but not special."

"Sure you are! What do you do for a living? Or, what university do you go to?"

The Doctor smiled. "I graduated around four months ago, last semester, with my PhD in mental science. I'm a psychologist now."

"Blimey!" Clara exclaimed. "How old are you?"

"Twenty going on to twenty-one." When her eyes almost bulged out of her head, he exclaimed, "I'm also a bit of a genius."

"Woah, a bit? You managed to get a PhD in two years?"

"Four. I graduated high school at sixteen."

She nodded in disbelief. "Is that why they call you Doctor? Dr. John Smith? Psychologist?"

The Doctor fiddled with his fingers. "I fix people. Always have. Not really as a therapist. I just fix things."

Clara said it so quietly, he barely even heard her. Heck, he didn't even realize she had said anything! "Can you fix me?"

She looked up at him, and he had heard. "You don't need fixing," he had replied.

Clara Oswald was sure that it was the nicest thing someone has ever said to her.

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~ Sunny