Chapter One

Author's Note: This is a fic I had been working on since December, it was supposed to be a gift to someone but as you can see it took awhile to complete it. So I finished this yesterday, there's about six chapters. It's a bit of a cross between It's a Wonderful Life and The Christmas Carol, but it's not really a Christmas fic. This takes place after Death in Heaven and before the Christmas episode. I'm trying this out where I finish the fic before publishing it since it takes me a long time to finish one, so no slow updates. I'll update every day if I can. If there's any mistakes, that's entirely my fault, I have no beta. So please enjoy reading it and reviews are welcomed!

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, or any characters written in this fic, even the angel.

The Doctor could've slept but the more he sat down the more he stood back up with another distraction in mind. He scratched the side of his head in thought. He was tired. His mind was drifting and catching onto any thought that crossed it. Even the thoughts he had chosen to ignore long ago. He got the idea to pop over to Clara's and tell her the truth about what he found. That he never found Gallifrey, he found nothing but space. Then he decided against it just as he was half way in putting in the coordinates. He started to put in other coordinates as he caught onto another plan. He started to put in coordinates that The Master gave him. The ones to where Gallifrey was. The Doctor watched his fingers type in precisely the directions to Gallifrey. He hasn't kept count with how many times he's done this before. But maybe he messed up! Silly Doctor! Forgot a number!

As he drove the TARDIS there, a small smirk appeared on his lips. This was it, this was the time he found it. He strode to the TARDIS doors. His hearts tensed up as he held his breath. He opened the doors and the hope in his eyes was replaced with the glare of empty space in front of him. The Doctor exhaled and slammed the doors shut. He spun around.

"Do you think this is some game?" He whispered, dangerously close to the breaking point of insanity. The TARDIS stayed quiet as he glared up at her. "Huh? You're doing it on purpose! You're messing up the coordinates!" He yelled at the TARDIS and ran to the console. He gripped the edge, "Tell me!"

A shock was sent through his hands and he backed away, "Ow!" The Doctor held his hands and massaged them as he glared up. He swallowed his anger and it slowly disappeared. "I'm sorry, old girl," he carefully went to the console and petted her, "I'm so tired."

"Sleep can do wonders, Doctor."

The Doctor spun around with eyes wide as he saw his latest companion standing behind him. Clara had her arms crossed over what looked like a red jumper with a bowtie on it. She was also wearing a lengthy black skirt that reached to the top of her high heels. Her hair was up and she didn't look any older than the last time he saw her. Clara quirked one of her eyebrows, "You look like you've seen a ghost."

It only took a second for The Doctor to figure it out, "You're not Clara."

Clara scrunched up her nose and shook her head, "Nope." Popping the "p". She looked at him with a mischievous grin, "What do you think I am?"

"Certainly not welcomed here," The Doctor grumbled before composing himself in straight posture. He spoke up, "A hallucination, not really here. I have had those time and time before. Usually when I don't sleep."

Worry clouded Not Clara's expression and she lost her grin, "Why aren't you sleeping?"

"So I'm right, you are a hallucination," The Doctor started to think of how to get rid of her before she hurt him in some way.

Not Clara went to him, "No, I'm not a hallucination. So the nightmares have come back I assume?"

"If you're not a hallucination how do you know about the nightmares," his hearts were speeding up every step Not Clara was taking towards him. He turned away and walked around the console, still keeping a close eye on her.

"Cause it's my job to know all about you ever since I was assigned to you," she kept walking as well as The Doctor who did his best to stay away from her presence.

The Doctor scoffed, "Assigned? What do you mean assigned?"

Not Clara finally stopped walking, "Okay, you're not going to believe this cause you're you but…" A grin started to bloom on her face and The Doctor could've almost mistaken Not Clara for the Real Clara.

"I'm your guardian angel!" She claimed delightfully.

The Doctor stared at her in disbelief, his mouth slightly open. Not Clara raised her eyebrows. Her grin was still stuck in place. They watched each other for more than a few seconds.

"That's new my hallucinations never claim to be something they're not," The Doctor said and blinked before thinking again.

Not Clara's grin melted and she scowled at The Doctor. "You know when they assigned me to you I was excited," she started. She slowly crossed her arms back over her chest, "I said, I can't believe it! A newbie like me getting to guardian The Doctor!" She mocked before steadying a glare onto The Doctor who was looking down at the console. "Even in Heaven there's stories that are tossed around about you. The Doctor, Savior of the Universe, The Oncoming Storm, The Dalek's Predator, et cetera. But there's one nickname that I always liked. One that many few know." When she looked to her nails, as if not wanting to tell him the nickname, he glanced up.

He didn't want to ask but still he questioned, "What?"

She looked up at him and smirked. The name that was formed from her tongue and fell from her lips made The Doctor stare up at her. Not Clara's grin came back.

"That-that's not a nickname," The Doctor spoke as if he couldn't breathe, "That's my name."

"Now, would one of your hallucinations know that," she asked.

The Doctor looked to her, his brain working. His teeth glided against his bottom lip and he shook his head, "No."

Not Clara jumped up and down in joy. She then leaned forward with her hands on the console. Her smile reached her eyes, "So you believe me then?"

"No," The Doctor said bluntly, never believing her for a second.

Not Clara was now fed up and she stood, power trembling from her glare. "I've had enough of this now," she kept her voice below a yell, "You leave me no other choice, Doctor."

The Doctor wasn't paying attention. His mind was still buzzing from lack of sleep. Not Clara went over to him and grabbed his hand. He looked up in shock and tried pulling away from her grip. Her grip held firm and she smiled playfully, "It's time you've seen what you have done."

The Doctor's eyes widened as he felt his ship disappear from below him and he fell into a darkness he feared of falling into before.