I, for one, can't wait to see what happens to Clara in the 50th, and especially to see there's any lasting effects of her little journey in 'The Name of the Doctor'. There should be, I mean, the poor girl's spread herself across the Doctor's timeline and left nothing but a shell for herself. Me being masochistic, I kinda hope there's emotional pain involved, especially for the Doctor.

Anyway, enjoy. :3

(Also, fifty published stories, yay!)

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Clara felt… empty, as though everything she was or had ever been had been scooped out of her mind, leaving nothing but a hollow space. She was falling, through light and time, and space, but at the same time she was living; a thousand lifetimes seemed to flash before her eyes, but she slowly lived each moment, each birth and each death fresh in her mind. She was impossible- the impossible girl, she called herself. She thought her name was Oswin, but then sometimes she was Clara, and then other times she was just Oswald, but really, her name didn't matter. Nothing mattered, really, except the Doctor.

There was one constant in the impossible girl's life, and he was it. She always found him, no matter what face he wore, no matter where he was in the universe or time itself, she always found the Doctor and she always saved him. She didn't know why she did it- well, she didn't know anything, really- except that the Doctor was important. He was important to her, and she had to save him, because he was important. Oswald had blown into the world on a leaf, she knew that much, and she had a feeling that she was still blowing- that she would continue blowing until the day the Doctor was completely safe, and then the wind would drop, and her story would end.

Clara didn't know how long it would take, how long she would die and be born, and then die again, but she was prepared to wait eternity, for him, for her Doctor (because if he wasn't hers, then what was he?). She had to wait, and save him, and keep waiting until her waiting and saving was done. The Doctor was important. He was so very, very important, to her, and to the Universe; she just wished she knew why.

Eternity came too soon. The wind dropped, the Doctor was safe, and Oswin's story ended there.

…except, it didn't. She fell to the ground, tears streaking her cheeks, in clothes that felt foreign, and yet familiar. She didn't know where she was, or who she was, or when she was, but she did know that the Doctor was important, and she had to save him. Except, the Doctor was safe now- wasn't he? And with the Doctor safe, Oswald- Oswin's leaf was supposed to have stopped. But it hadn't.

She didn't know where she was.

Then she heard his voice, her Doctor, her safe Doctor, calling for her.

She watched him walk past, with his different faces, and she recognised each one. She'd always laughed at the Doctor with the extremely long scarf, and the Doctor with the big ears and the celery stick. But her favourite one was the one with the bowtie and the floppy hair. He had been the first one to look at her, to actually see her, alone in the Dalek Asylum in Victorian London. He was her Doctor, more than any of the others.

The leaf she blew in on blew into view, and she caught it and held so tight, like it was the only thing tying her to existence. Then she turned, and he was there, her Doctor, calling to her, beckoning her closer. He was important, and she listened to him, and she stumbled forward into his open arms. They closed around her like a warm promise.

I don't know where I am, she sobbed, I don't know who I am.

I know, He said, You're Clara and you're my Impossible Girl.

Clara had never felt so whole in her entire lives.