Rating: T
Ship: Eleven/Clara
Chapter: /
A/N: I've been working on this story for a while now, and I'm 10 chapters ahead. I'll update a new chapter every time I've completed one so that I never run out of chapters to publish. Enjoy!
PROLOGUE
If there was one thing Clara Oswald learned over the years, it was not to fall in love. However, it was proving to be getting harder and harder, not succumbing to the falling and flying feeling whenever she was around him. It was getting harder not to fall in love with the way he would straighten his bow tie every time she flirted with him, or blush every time she'd take his hand. It was getting harder not to fall in love with the way he would bounce into a room, announcing his presence. She knew she was giving into it. She knew she was falling for the ageless god, who could be a toddler and a grumpy old man at the exact same time.
Every now and then, she'd realize their position; their circumstance. He was going to outlive her, there was no way around it. She would have to leave him one day, just like her mother left her father, and he would be left to carry on. He had a vast past, something he didn't wish to explore, and Clara knew she'd never find out what made the man she was falling in love with the way he was. Well, that's what she thought.
Then came Trenzalore. She discovered what her chin boy was hiding. But, much to his surprise, she accepted it and moved on. She was already in love with him. It was too late, and that thought scared Clara more than anything. She had encountered his dangerous past, died endlessly just to save him. If that couldn't ward her off, nothing could. She had met the face he had tried everything in his power to forget.
NEXT CHAPTER: DREAM OR MEMORY?
"You were screaming. What happened?"
"Take me to your favourite place!"
"It's beautiful"
"Only for your entertainment, Oswald. GERONIMO!"
"DOCTOR!"