If you're on tumblr, you've probably seen the picture of Clara talking on the phone, the Eleventh Doctor saying his last goodbye. And, for all you Whoufflepuffs, this is what I think happens.
WARNING: FANGIRLING MAY ENSUE
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Clara leaned on the wooden wall, and glanced at her ringing phone. She furrowed her brow. It was the TARDIS calling her, but the phone box was right in front of her, and the Doctor was standing in front of her, nowhere near the phone cabinet. She pressed answer. 'Hello?' she said quietly, her voice shaking as she waited for a response. She heard a sigh. 'Oh, Clara, I'm so sorry.' Her heart seemed to stop. It wasn't a stranger on the line. Her Doctor. The one she had watched die in a second, the one who broke and mended her.
'Doctor? How...How are you...' 'I'm calling from the TARDIS. For you, I've regenerated and have a different face. Not sure what I look like. But I just had to say goodbye and...' He paused, and as Clara said, 'And?' she realised she was crying. 'And I had to tell you that the Cyberplanner was right.' She breathed in a shaky breath, closing her eyes and feeling tears slide down her face. 'So-so all that was true, then?' He laughed, and groaned. 'Yes, Clara. I'm sorry, but I have to go. Need to get ready. It's going to start soon. Well, it already has.' She swallowed, and sniffed. 'I-I...' She sobbed. 'I love you!' The Doctor paused, and said quietly, 'I love you, too.' And the line went dead.
It was a super short one-shot, sorry it's so small. But it was a phone call, and I imagined that it would be pretty short considering that Clara would be going back to the TARDIS. I hope you all liked it, and please review it! Love you all!