Disclaimer: I don't own the characters (you don't know how much I wish I did…) and the story line….not too sure where this is going to be honest with you…
Anyway, hope you enjoy, and please review :)
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Clara was running. She didn't know where to, but she knew that she was. She had to save The Doctor. Her Doctor. To her, The Doctor was everything. She had her family, and of course, they were very important, but The Doctor was someone special. She had given her life countless number of times, yet still, she carried on. Now and again, she would stop. She would look around and see a Doctor. She didn't recognise him because he always looked different, but she always knew it was him. And when she saw this Doctor, she felt like a part of her was being ripped out. Her soul was breaking into a million pieces, but she always remembered that she had to save The Doctor. She had no choice. She was falling. She was getting deeper and deeper, fading away from time. The Doctor, whichever one it was, never seemed to hear her. Almost never.
And the light. The light blinded her. All swirls of gold and different shades of red. A smokey look, misting up her view, as she struggled to see.
Then, she fell to the ground. The fog lifted up around her, masking her from view of anything that was in this cave-like place. She blinked.
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Clara looked up, seeing many faces run past. She could hear a voice in her mind. A familiar voice.
CLARA: What's wrong? What's happening?
DOCTOR: I'm inside my own time stream. It's collapsing in on itself.
CLARA: Well, get out then.
DOCTOR: Not until I've got you.
CLARA: I don't even know who I am.
DOCTOR: You're my Impossible Girl. I'm sending you something. Not from my past, from yours. Look up. Look. This is you, Clara. Everything you were or will be. Take it. You blew into the world on this leaf. Hold tight. It will take you home. Clara! Clara! Come on. Come on, to me, now. You can do it. I know you can.
CLARA: How?
DOCTOR: Because it's impossible. And you're my Impossible Girl. How many times have you saved me, Clara? Just this once, just for the hell of it, let me save you. You have to trust me, Clara. I'm real. Just one more step. Clara, my Clara.
Clara noticed a figure. It was facing away from them. She asked The Doctor questions. She wanted to know who he was, but all of a sudden, she couldn't take it anymore. Her legs gave way, as she collapsed into The Doctors arms, hearing the concern in his voice, as she fell into a deep sleep.
FIGURE: What I did, I did without choice.
DOCTOR: I know.
FIGURE: In the name of peace and sanity.
DOCTOR: But not in the name of the Doctor.