A/N: Okay, so recently I've been obsessed with Clara (for those of you who have no idea what Doctor Who is, you will be very confused when you read this. Lol). She is awesome and cute-as-a-button! And her personality is so awesome, I can't even tell you. Anyway, I was never going to write anything for Doctor Who because I liked to focus on the show's storyline ONLY but… This character has just provoked my inner writer. So… I wrote a one-shot! It might be a two-shot… I'll decide later. Anyway, this happens right after Governess Clara dies. It's kind of my theory on what happens to her each time she dies… In a way. Oh, whatever. Enjoy!

Title: Someone Old, Someone New

Run…

Run, you clever boy…

…And remember…

The words echoed through Clara's mind as she shot up from her comfortable pillow. She blinked a few times, trying to remember where she was and what was going on. She looked to see a clock on her bedside table that read 10:26. Did I really sleep for that long? Oh, I need to wake the children! Wait… she thought confusingly. What children? And why do I sound so formal?

"Clara! You up yet? I've never seen you sleep for this long!" someone yelled from outside of her room. She gasped. Who's in the house? Did they hire a new governess because I slept too late? Hang on, governess? I sound like I'm from the 1800s… What is going on with me?

"Are you dead in there or something?" I laughed at Nina's remark. Nina! That's who was outside my door. How could I forget my flatmate? Clara thought it best to respond before Nina really thought she was dead.

"I'm fine. Just woke up."

"Okay, well, I'm going out to work. Are you coming or do you want me to tell them you quit?" She rolled her eyes.

"I'm coming. Just hang on a moment, will ya?" Clara thought for a moment. A job at… The bakery! Yes, I work at the bakery. Although, she didn't know why they hadn't fired her already. I mean, she loved making soufflés but she was bloody awful at it. She wasn't sure why but she kept forgetting to add the milk. Clara quickly got out of bed, knowing that Nina really would do that. She walked over to her closet and hastily put on her polka-dot top and slid on her skinny jeans. She grabbed her boots and her cherry-red purse and ran out her bedroom. "I've got my make-up and assorted stuff in my purse so I'll do that at work." She explained as she walked right past Nina.

"I don't get why you do that. Bringing all your stuff with you everywhere you go. It's like you think you're going somewhere and you don't want to forget your toothbrush." She said exaggeratingly.

She looked confused. Did I do that a lot? I guess I did. "I'm not sure. Um, whatever, let's go." Nina shrugged her shoulders. Clara walked towards her car, Nina in tow. "I know a shorter way there. Found it yesterday." She started the car and they drove away from the flat.

Clara wandered through the graveyard, resting against a grave next to her.

"Where are you going?" Clara laughed.

Without turning her head, she replied, "Shortcut!"

"I hate it this place! Don't you think it's creepy?"

"Nah," she admitted, turning her head and giving a small smirk. "I don't believe in ghosts."

Suddenly, a strange whizzing noise echoed throughout the graveyard. The wind started to pick up and Clara's hair started flying every which way. "You may not, but I do! I'm going the other way. See you at work!" Nina shouted as she ran terrified back out to the streets of London. Clara wasn't paying much attention to Nina. She was more focused on the fact that something large was slowly appearing a few feet from her. Something large… and blue.

A/N: Okay, I've been stuck on that last part for a month and a half now. So, I'm ending this part now and writing a second chapter. =D Watch out for it! Hopefully I'll finish it soon. Hearts! -E