A/N: Hey guys! FandomJas here. This might be a sort of long Author's Note, who knows? We'll see how it goes. Anyways, this is my first *long* fanfic. I've written/thought up short stories about my fandoms for years, but I've never really posted them anywhere or told anyone about them (other than roleplays, of course). Hopefully this goes well! Please feel free to review, rate, whatever! I'll try to post more if you guys like it. See you later!

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or ANY of its characters! Seriously. If I did, this fanfic would be an episode. Or a two-part episode. I don't know. The point is, I own nothing except for this story.

Clara woke up to the sounds of the TARDIS. It was a truly wonderful way to wake up, the soft yet loud sounds emitting from the strange blue box that appeared out of thin air. Of course, it was 4 in the morning, so she wasn't exactly happy that she'd been woken up. But she wasn't too angry either, because she knew her clever Doctor was in that box, waiting for her.

She stood up quickly, slipping into her boots and running a brush through her hair. She didn't worry about changing out of her clothes. Wherever they were going, The Doctor would either have a special outfit for her, or wearing pajamas wouldn't matter. She went towards the door of her bedroom and stopped. My bag! She turned around and grabbed her bag, swinging it over one shoulder and letting the thin string cross over her chest and to her other side. Clara felt it thump against her leg - her cell phone was in it, thank god - as she ran down the stairs, taking them two at a time. As she entered the kitchen, she grabbed a sticky note and a pen. She scribbled on the paper until the ink worked again, then jotted down a note for the Maitlands. I'm going out with a friend for a bit. Stay safe, alright? There's food in the fridge. Heat it up and you'll be fine. I won't be gone long. -Clara. She blushed slightly, knowing Angie would go on and on about her friend. "I told you, Dad. Clara's friend, The Doctor - He's totally her boyfriend." Was what Angie always said. Clara rolled her eyes and ran out the door, running even faster towards the TARDIS.

"Clara!" The Doctor exclaimed happily as Clara ran in. He was leaning against the TARDIS console, his clothes neat, adjusting his red bow tie. "Nice pajamas. I think the red robe really suits you." "Shut up, Doctor." Clara laughed, rolling her eyes. She set her bag down. Suddenly, there was a huge gust of wind in the TARDIS and her bag was sucked into the wall. Clara ran to the center console, staring at it with her dark brown eyes narrowed. "I swear, Doctor, she really hates me." "Don't be silly. Come on, give Clara back her bag!" The Doctor said, a wide grin on his face. A few moments passed, and then Clara's bag fell from the ceiling and hit Clara on the head. She winced and caught her bag. "Ouch! That hurt, you know."

The Doctor just smiled and pushed buttons on the console. Clara walked over to him and stood behind him.

"Doctor?"

"Hm?"

"Where are we going?"

"I don't know."

"When are we going?"

"I don't know that either."

At this, Clara raised an eyebrow. "Y'know, Doctor, even though it doesn't always go as planned, you do usually have an idea of where and when you want to go." She said, crossing her arms. The Doctor chuckled and turned around, leaning against the console. Why did he always lean against the console? "The TARDIS has been malfunctioning for a while. I wanted to stop somewhere and try to fix her up, so I thought I'd just come here. I was lonely, and you seemed like great company!" He finished his sentence by throwing his arms up in the air excitedly. Clara laughed and shrugged. "Alright then." She sat in a chair and crossed her legs, watching as The Doctor worked.

A while had passed before The Doctor had finally jumped back in triumph. Clara had dozed off, and she snapped awake. "Did you figure it out?" She asked, standing and stretching. The Doctor nodded happily. "I'll set it to go to someplace in 1841. Random year. Just to see if she's all better." He said. Clara nodded her agreement. The Doctor pressed a few buttons, typed in a few numbers, and pulled a few levers. The TARDIS then gave a huge lurch, and The Doctor and Clara were sent flying, hanging on to the rails. "Doctor! Is this supposed to happen?!" Clara shouted, her eyes wide as she stared at The Doctor. "Of course not!" He shouted. Throughout the TARDIS, the words "MALFUNCTION! MALFUNCTION!" were on each screen. Clara looked at his face, and immediately she felt extremely worried. The Doctor looked worried.

In a few moments, the TARDIS stopped. Clara carefully stood up, but The Doctor ran to the door. "Doctor, I don't think that's a good id-" Her words were cut off by The Doctor swinging the door open, and a large gust of wind taking him and Clara out of the TARDIS. The TARDIS doors closed, and it immediately disappeared. "No! Bring her back!" The Doctor said, his eyes wide. How would they get back? "Doctor... Where are we?" Clara asked. The Doctor looked around, also very confused. "I... Don't know."

Their surroundings were almost completely empty. It was as if they were just standing in complete nothingness. Everything was tinted a pale blue, white-ish color, and there was nothing but the ground and a vast field. A blinding light suddenly came from above, switching from The Doctor to Clara, The Doctor to Clara, until finally it rested on Clara. "Doctor, what's happening?!" Clara said, her eyes wide with fear. The Doctor tried to grab her, but the light had lifted her out of reach. Clara's eyes closed, and their surroundings slowly but surely changed. The light disappeared and Clara fell. The Doctor ran and caught her. Both of them blushed slightly but neither of them noticed. They were in a hospital room. A woman was lying on the bed. The woman looked like Clara, but not exactly - her nose and was different. A man and a girl, the girl looked 16, were standing beside the woman's bed. The man also looked like Clara, with the same nose. The girl was, unmistakably, Clara. Which meant... "Your parents." The Doctor said, his eyes widening with realization.

The woman in bed, the man beside 16 year old Clara, the light picking up Clara and forcing her eyes shut, their surroundings changing - it all suddenly made sense. "I don't know what this place is called. But whenever someone lands here, the beings here choose one person to use their bad memories. They go through that person's head and choose the worst, heartbreaking memories that person has and they change this place so that you see that memory re-played right in front of you. You relive your worst memories. I-" The Doctor stopped and looked at Clara, seeing her face. "Clara...?" Clara's face was pale. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, and she let out a sob every few seconds. She looked at her mother on the hospital bed and let out another sob. Not taking her eyes off of her mother, her voice cracked and shook as she spoke. "M-Mum..."

A/N: The next chapter should be up soon if people actually read this and like it. Don't forget to comment! Bye~~ FandomJas