A/N: Short one-shot about how Clara acquired Summer Falls. I don't own Doctor Who but wish I did. I DO however, own new series 7, a TARDIS blanket, and a disappearing TARDIS mug.
An old man and an old woman wandered up the street, investigating the map in their hands. The streets were crowded, as it was a bank holiday and people were excited to get off of work. "We were supposed to turn right back there, not left Stupid Face!" the woman addressed her husband. Her voice held hints of America amongst her Scottish tones.
"I'm sorry Dear! I just thought there was a shortcut here, that's all!" he replied, trying to resolve the situation. He had led them towards the beach, instead of towards the bookshop they were supposed to be heading to. The couple looked around at the crowded sand, tightly holding hands. They didn't want to lose one another again; that had happened too many times in the past.
Spotting a fairly empty bench, they gently sat down, trying to catch their breath. The only other occupant of the bench was a little girl with her face in her hands, crying. The couple exchanged worried looks before looking back at the girl. Her brown hair had carefully been pulled back into a braid, probably the work of her mother who was nowhere in sight.
Nervously, the woman put her hand on the girl's shoulder and asked, "Are you alright?" The girl looked up with red eyes and shook her head 'no'. "What's wrong, child?"
"I lost ma mum," she whimpered.
"I'm sure you'll find her sooner or later," said the man, "We once lost our daughter and later found her again in the most unexpected of places." The girl sniffled again. The man looked towards his wife, "Do you have any of your books with you, Amelia?"
"Why do you need one of my books?" she asked. Then her eyes lit up in understanding, "Oh, I do!" Amelia opened her pocketbook and pulled out a hardcover book and a felt tip pen. "What's your name?" she asked the little girl who was staring at her in confusion.
"Why?"
"I'm going sign it for you."
"Oh," the little girl mumbled. "I'm Clara, Clara Oswald." Amelia and her husband exchanged another look, remembering all of the people they had met with similar names.
"That's a lovely name," Amelia said. "Wouldn't you agree Rory?" Clara giggled as he nodded, a bit morosely. Amelia smiled and signed the book, 'To Clara Oswald- may you never get lost again. -Amelia Williams' The first part she wrote in her neatest handwriting, but she ended with her fanciest autograph. The woman gently shut the cover and handed the book over to the little girl.
Clara smiled brightly and clutched the book to her chest. "Do I have to pay for it?" she asked. The couple shook their heads 'no.' Clara's grin grew to stretch from ear to ear.
They sat there for a few more minutes, swinging their legs, when a woman ran up to them, "Clara, my dear Clara," she chanted, holding Clara tightly in her arms. "I was so worried about you," Ellie gave her daughter a kiss on the head and turned to the Williamses, "Were you watching her?"
They nodded. "Thank you," she said and picking Clara up, Ellie walked away.
Amelia Williams leaned into her husband, "We did the right thing."
"I suppose we did."