AN - hi guys, so this is my first attempt at a Doctor/Clara fanfic. Advice it 100% welcome but please nothing too harsh. I'm still not completely sure on the name for this so if throughout the story you have any better suggestions, I will definitely welcome them. I hope you enjoy.

"Angie! Artie! I hope you're ready for school."

I placed 2 bowls of cereal on the table and poured myself a cup of tea. I crossed of another day on my calendar. Another Wednesday. 34 Wednesdays in total. That's 34 Wednesdays that have gone by without any contact from the Doctor. 243 days. 8 months. And it's driving me absolutely mad.

"Clara!"

"Mm? Sorry Artie, what was that?"

"Are you okay Clara, you seem a bit distant." Artie asked as he sat down for his breakfast. He was worried. They both were. I could tell because Angie wasn't on her phone like normal, and Artie wasn't even looking at his comic book.

"Yeah, I'm fine...just thinking about things."

"The Doctor" Angie hit him, "ow!"

"Shut up Artie, we decided not to mention him." I sighed and sat down at the table with them.

"Guys, it's fine. You don't have to not mention him because of me. I've forgotten all about him."

Angie stood up and took her bowl to the sink. "Really, 'cus you always seem to dream about him or think about him at night. We can hear you muttering his name."

I decided I'd had enough of this. "Right, time for school.. Come on, you'll miss the bus."

I ushered them out of the house and sat down on the couch in the living truth was I hadn't forgotten about him. I thought about him every day. When I had recovered from what happened at Trenzalore, he dropped me off here...at home. Thought I needed a bit of time away from the Tardis. And he was right...like always. It got easier to sleep at night. I still dreamt about it all though, every life I've had, but sometimes I could cope with it. Sometimes.

He said he'd be back the following Wednesday, but Wednesday came and he didn't. I waited for weeks until realising he was never coming back. That's when the dreams got worse. I could suddenly feel everything. The pain. The sorrow. The need to just talk to him. I needed him. But he wasn't coming back. He'd made that pretty clear.

So I tried to live a normal life. The life I was living before he showed up on the door step and changed my life. I became a better nanny to Artie and Angie. I saw my dad more often. Tried everything I could during the day to keep my mino off him. But then the nights came and so did the dreams. Or nightmares. And it was then I needed him more that ever. I needed to know what was going on. How to handle it. I couldn't speak to anyone but him about it, and he wasn't there. So I let them come, let them haunt me. I let the tears fall. I let...

My thoughts got interrupted by a ring at the doorbell. I was confused. George was at work. Artie and Angie at school. It could have been my dad. Yeah, my dad. He's the only other person who comes to this house. I got up and walked up to the door.

"Hi da..." My heart skipped 10 beats when I looked at the face...the man infront of me.

"Clara. It's been a while."

AN - please read and review. Hope u liked it

~ ClaraOswinOswald42