Author's Note:So I've been having lots of emotions for Twelve/Clara and they've intensified with the recent DW set pictures. So I've finally decided to write down all those little stories concocted in my head whenever I listen to my iPod. These one-shots will usually be less than 1000 words and each one-shot may have different characterizations of Twelve and Clara since we don't know much about their relationship yet. Basically they are in no way connected with each other unless explicitly said so (but that probably won't happen). The song title/artist will be the chapter titles and I probably won't be posting the complete lyrics to the songs, just the bits that inspired the story the most. And, of course I recommend you listen to the songs because they're beautiful! So enough rambling and I'll let you get on with it. I hope you like them!

I took a walk on a Saturday night,
Fog in the air,
Just to make my mind seem clear
Where do I go from here?
I see my breath pushing steam through the air,
Shaking hands run through my hair,
My fears, where do I go from here?

Is it my fault, is it my fault?
We've been missing each other,
We've been missing each other.
My fault, is it my fault?
We've been missing each other,
We've been missing each other.

"Bye, Doctor. See you next Wednesday."

It still pained him the way she threw those words behind her shoulder as if she couldn't care less, letting the Tardis door close on its own behind her and leaving him to stare absently where she had disappeared. He still hoped that she would turn around and give him that beautiful smile, their gazes connecting through the diminishing crack as the door closed between them. Just like she used to do.

It's been this way for a while now. Eight months exactly. Ever since he regenerated…

He took special care to arrive every Wednesday; so far he hadn't missed a single one. The planets they visited were more extravagant that ever. He showed her ice palaces, oceans with glistening purple water that you could walk on, and hoped that with their next adventure she would become closer to him. But that never happened.

Everything was the exact opposite from what it used to be.

Before, she would stay with him no matter what he was doing, and talk with him for hours. Or just keep him company while he tinkered with the Tardis. He never felt lonely.

Now, she spent most of her time in her room, or in the kitchen, or in the library. Any place where he wasn't. And he felt lonelier than ever.

Before, his hand would slip into hers and she would tighten her hold and intertwine their fingers, sending little waves of electricity through him.

Now, he would seek out her hand and she would let him take it. But she wouldn't grip it back. Eventually she would draw it out of his reach to point at something, to scratch her face, to run her fingers through her hair. Any little excuse. There was always an excuse.

He supposed he should just be grateful that she still came along with him. But he couldn't help but miss the old things between them. Especially now as he sat on the cliff's edge, the wind fluttering through his hair and shirt while he absently stared at the green mountains and reminisced.

That cliff had become his sanctuary from the very beginning. No more extra escapades when she was gone. He would drop her off and come to his cliff and wait until the next Wednesday. Sure, he could just pop to the next Wednesday but it felt like cheating. He was determined to hold out these static times to share the spry ones with her. Besides, sometimes he needed the time as much as she wanted it. The only current problem was that with all these recollections, now wasn't one of those times.

The wind picked up its speed and he decided to head back into the Tardis. Checking the time, he realized only 3 days had passed on Earth.

Still not time to pick her up. He thought, annoyed. But he wanted to see her. He needed to see her.

After a few seconds of an internal battle, he decided to go for her. It's not like he was breaking some sort of promise, right? He absentmindedly set in the coordinates and held on while the Tardis began to shake for the departure. After the landing, he took to ruffling his clothes a little to make it seem like he had spent time working on his ship than sitting on the edge of a cliff like a hopeless romantic. She would never let him live it down.

Shaking off his coat, he took his time in folding his sleeves up, knowing that she wouldn't show up for a couple of more minutes (her immediate, excited burst through the doors upon his arrival had diminished as well), when suddenly he heard the doors slam open. Jumping in surprise, he turned to see Clara standing in the threshold.

What was more surprising was seeing her attire: pajama bottoms, a short sleeve shirt, and slippers. Her hair was tied in a messy bun and had flecks of… snow? Why is it snowing in August?

Her movements brought him back from his thoughts and he watched in shock even as she ran up to him.

"You jerk!" She cried with a wavering voice. "Do you have any idea how worried I was!? I thought you left me again! Or that you died! You idiot!" Punctuating each exclamation with a punch, he flinched and tried to step back but was stopped when she enveloped him in a hard embrace, burying her face in his chest. He stood perfectly still until she slackened her grip and looked up. Tears rolled down her cheeks and he resisted the temptation of wiping them away to look out the still open doors instead.

It was definitely snowing.

"How long have I been gone?" He asked nervously. Her short breaths stopped and were replaced with a weak laugh. Finally letting go of him, she wiped her tears and gave him a small smile.

"Four months. It's December now. Almost Christmas." She shrugged.

"Right." He noticed her staring and fidgeted uncomfortably. Letting out a stronger laugh, she flung her arms around him again.

"I… I missed you." His hearts stopped at those words, realizing that their meaning transcended those four months that he had been gone. At last he allowed himself to hug her back, sinking his face into her hair and letting her warmth and scent overtake him.

"I missed you too."

After what seemed like an eternity, they separated. Handing her his coat, they headed toward her home hand in hand.

And this time, she didn't let go.