Seeing as I love reading Doctor Who fanfics, I decided to have a second go at writing one myself. Hope it's easy to follow for readers.

Doctor Who: Just You Watch Him Run

Chapter 1

Missy may have thought of Clara as a hybrid, when she claimed, this just so happened to be her reason of giving the young teacher to her oldest friend. However The Doctor liked to think otherwise - Missy had clearly became hugely jealous of the everlasting friendship, which had blossomed between him and Clara and knowing her, she would stop at nothing to jeopardize someone who was close to The Doctor's; future timeline.

Now sat alone in thoughtful silence. He sensed his broken hearts were slowly beginning to heal. However he literally couldn't breath, whenever he remembers she isn't right there by his side anymore, the very thought of this still brings tears to his eyes. He manages to keep his emotions in check, while he assembles . Motivation, anyplace he could uncover it, obviously needed to be his Gallifreyan revival again.

Never and never, my girl riding far and near

In the land of the hearthstone tales, and spelled asleep,

Fear or believe that the wolf in a sheep white hood

Loping and bleating roughly and blithely shall leap,

My dear, my dear,

Out of a lair in the flocked leaves in the dew dipped year

To eat your heart in the house in the rosy wood.

Nothing could ever bring her back to him - her fate had unfortunately been sealed, which he had started to accept. Not wishing to dampen his mood further or cause his next regeneration through grief, as he believed this curious face of his, had so much more to offer vulnerable humans and alien races. The Doctor wanted to make a start in seeing Clara one last time, so he kick-started his campaign to follow through on his promise.

"You told me, before you died in my arms to; Run you clever man, find my River, my wife and spend time with her at Luna, if I know she will spur me into forgiving myself for the mistakes I've made. Then that's what I intend to do." The painful memory of an injured Clara's life etching away, right before his eyes, had indescribably stung him to the core. However knowing fully well, she wouldn't have wanted to see him, beating himself up over her death; The Doctor decided he didn't want to live a miserable future anymore and so he set off on what felt like, an impossible mission.

He carefully pushed the lever down, once he had keyed in the co-ordinates for the first visit to his and Clara's shared timeline together. Yet, he felt he wasn't breaking his rules by doing this. These journeys he was about to undertake where bound to tug on both of his heartstrings again.

Xxx

The first location; an indoor/outdoor cafe in Central London. He's chosen a perfect spot, in the far corner of the cafe and now he sits and watches his Eleventh self, confronting customers who had fallen under the control of Miss Kizlet. He remembers this moment well, as if it were yesterday - how angered his previous face had become when he discovered Clara had been uploaded to the network.

He was left to question whether Mr Bowtie in all his floppy hair and tweed jacket, had somehow recognized him, as he was making his way to leave the cafe but chose to avoid confronting him.

The current Doctor jumped up from the table he was sitting and quickly he glanced over his shoulder at the exact moment - his former self was jumpstarting a motorbike and riding it away from the building along the road below. He hadn't seen Clara yet and of course the thought of him having shown up later rather than much earlier on - left him to wonder whether, he had incorrectly used the wrong co-ordinates or whether her recent death was already beginning to create ripple effects in her timeline.

"Something feels wrong. I'm never wrong with timed co-ordinates. I want to help save her here but I can't very well interact with Mr Bowtie, without risking revealing who I am. Otherwise my own future will pan out differently." He panics and throws down the newspaper he had been reading and hiding his face behind. He soon hurries back to where the Tardis is parked, several streets away.

Once he re-enters the Tardis and inspects the set co-ordinates at the controls. A possible realization dawns on him. "Clara must have seen me, earlier in her timeline but where and when?" He assumes this might be why he hadn't arrived at the correct moment, his Eleventh self had knocked at Clara's house. He bows his head with great sadness but still he remains determined to get to the bottom of the mystery behind this. He reflects on the conversation he shared with Clara in the Viking village where they had met Ashildr, Chuckles, Noggin the Nog, Lofty and all the other loyal village folk.

"I'm so sick of losing." How that thought continued to haunt him everywhere he went.

"You didn't lose. You saved the town." She done her best to reassure him, he hadn't lost the battle against The Mire.

"I don't mean the war. I'll lose any war you like. I'm sick of losing people. Look at you, with your eyes, and your never-giving-up, and your anger, and your… kindness. One day… the memory of that will hurt so much that I won't be able to breathe, and I'll do what I always do. I'll get in my box, and I'll run and I'll run in case all the pain ever catches up… and every place I go, it will be there." So many had lost their lives under the Doctor's watch and he really did hate this fact. So many deaths laid on his conscience. Every single one of them were bound to feel just as painful as the one before.

He suddenly had a light-bulb moment after spending some considerable time with his eyes closed, temporarily shut from the world. His eyes were brimming with newfound hope. "Oh Clara Oswald, my Clara. Just you watch me run." He manages a faint smile, as he prepares to travel to next point in Clara's timeline.

The Tardis soon dematerializes from the street view, which it is surrounded within.

xxxx

1893 Victorian London; his friends Madam Vastra, Commander Strax and Jenny Flint are sitting around a table. He can't recall this particular memory, seeing how he knows he wasn't present during it. He feels absolutely disappointed with himself yet again, for building his hope, only for them to come crashing down around him. The Doctor's about to leave, as he watches from outside the window. Clara appears as if by magic and he turns round, runs to the window, to see if it really was her and then another surprise happened in the form of River appearing at the table just after Clara. He was thrown by what must have taken place, in that very room - well, for starters his mind isn't quite as up to the scratch, as he presumed it was.

While he was half overcome with emotion, at seeing the two women who meant very much to him but not being able to communicate with the both of them - The Doctor remembers Clara telling him, regarding what she was told by Vastra about the prophecy of his name on Trenzalore and the planet's space co-ordinates - a place he would rather forget nowadays, as it brought back so many painful memories - especially reliving the moment of saying goodbye to River. He knew, he would see her again in an earlier part of her timeline.

The intensity of his eyes moved back and forth between the two women who were the most important people in his life.

He didn't know why he had ended up here all of a sudden but he was fully intending to find out why.

End of Chapter

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