This all started when a plot bunny struck me after seeing this image : . /37e3ac99a0030ff08969220af37df6b3/tumblr_nteja8VMeX1qh9122o1_ It got me to thinking, "Could the Doctor pull it off?" The Doctor being the doctor, of course he could, but the question was how? This story is the how that wouldn't leave me alone. This is set not long after the 50th anniversary special.

As usual I do not own any of this, I simply love playing in its playground. Please read and review.

It had been a fairly normal day as school days go. Clara had given her class a quiz. The students groaned and moaned, but did it. She would need to grade them at some point, but for now she would be meeting the doctor on the edge of town for dinner. He had promised her a fine meal at future Mars. Their previous attempt to go having been foiled by the whole Tardis being picked up and transported to the Tower of London. She was just grabbing her coat, and purse when one of the school runners popped his head into her classroom.

"Clara, sorry to bother, but this letter came to the office a few minutes ago and it was marked urgent. " He handed her a Tardis blue envelope with her name on it and a large red 'Urgent' sticker on it.

"Oh thank you." Clara took the letter, and looked at it oddly. The runner headed off without a word. Curious Clara opened the envelope and found three photographs, and a short note. The note said, "Some promises were made to be kept." Signed by "Me." Clara didn't recognize the hand writing and had no idea who "Me" was, it certainly wasn't hers. One the back of the first photograph, which looked to have been taken sometimes in the 1940's during some sort of world's fair. It was of her, another girl, a solider, and some short tweedy guy. The soldier had his arm around her, and the other girl smiling, while the guy seemed really uncomfortable, but was trying to have fun. On the back was written, "Louise, Bucky, Clara, and Steve – Starks Pavilion- World of Tomorrow Fair- New York City". The second was of women sitting in a British pub by herself. She appeared to be waiting for someone, but Clara got a feeling that he never appeared. On the back was written, "Peggy Carter -Four Chestnuts Pub- London- 1946 March 12". The last was the silhouette of Peggy Carter, and a 1940's solider on the dance floor. On the corner of the photos it said "Terrace Ballroom". On the back it simply said, "The promise of one night, March 12, 2014." This being very odd, Clara pulled out her phone, and called the Doctor. "Doctor, how do you feel up for a change of venue? …. See you in 10 minutes."

A few minutes later and leaning against the Tardis Console, Clara cleared her throat. "What do you think Doctor?"

"Hmm… either someone is playing a nasty trick on you, or we may have stumbled into to quote my previous self, 'a bit of a timey wimy'. " He paced and tapped the envelope and letters against his hand.

Clara briefly smiled at the nod back to his 10th self she had met, but it quickly melted when she saw the Doctor's face. "Something wrong Doctor?"

"I only sent out four of those letters…." He turned and paced the other direction. "Obviously someone wanted my attention, but why."

"Who would want your attention?" Clara asked.

"Whoever sent this letter..." He stopped and scanned the letters with his screw driver. "The photographs are genuine, no creative photo shopping there."

"If these photos are real, does that mean I'm supposed to be in the 1940's?" Clara asked.

"It would seem so." The Doctor began fiddling with the Tardis console. The time rotor began whirring.

"Doctor, how can I be in that photograph? "

"My guess is that the photograph just has not been taken yet." The Doctor flipped a few dials, and checked something on the screen. "You might want to go get changed for dinner in 1940's post war London."

The Doctor and Clara stepped out into the alley by the Four Chestnuts Pub. "The Four Chestnuts was popular place for British GI's to come and drink. Which is why many assume it was targeted by bombers during the blitz. It did take a glancing blow, and has since been rebuilt." The Doctor straightened his tie, and offered his arm to a red lipsticked Clara. Heading into he pub it seemed like any other pub, as they made their way around the Doctor headed towards where some GI's were playing darts, while Clara looked around for the women in the photograph. She came around a group of people, one of them taking candid shots of their group. After a brilliant light from a flash blinded Clara temporarily, Clara noticed a women with soft brunette curls, and a red v neck dress sitting alone at a table.

"Pardon me, could you help me." Clara asked the women. "I was told you might be able to help me."

"I can try, but I'm afraid I'm waiting for someone." She held up a cream invitation card, sticking out of a tardis blue envelope.

"That is odd." Clara pulled her own envelope out of her purse. "I was sent one too, but it had this in it. Sorry, Clara Ozwald, do you mind if I sit?"

"Peggy Carter," Peggy indicated the seat across from her. "Obviously my companion will not be joining me. " She sighed but Clara noticed a hint of disappointment in her tone.

Clara took the seat, and took out two of the photographs, the one from NY and the Terrance Ballroom, and sat them on the table before them. "I was sent these but I thought you might be able to tell me what these might be." Clara noticed a change in Peggy as she looked at the NY photograph. She had laid her hand on the photograph. If Clara had to guess she had been waiting for one of the men in the picture.

"I had thought that he," Clara pointed to the solider in the NY photograph, "might be the one you were dancing with in the second picture."

"He is Sargent James "Bucky" Barnes he died during the war, and we never danced." Peggy pointed to Bucky in the photograph, then over to the small scrawny guy, "That is Captain Steven Rogers. He was the one I was hoping to me tonight." She sighed sadly.

Clara compared the silhouette in the photograph with the scrawny guy. "I don't see how it could be him in the photograph."

"Steven and I never got the chance to dance. He promised to meet me for dinner and dancing, but…" Peggy sighed. "His plane went down before he could."

"But you still show up for your date every year, don't you." Clara asked, already knowing the sad answer.

"He would expect nothing else." Peggy gave Clara a sad smile. "I should be going." Peggy started to grab her things.

"Wait," Clara laid a hand on her arm, "What if you could get that one night, just that one would you do it?"

Peggy grew a little annoyed, "Finer minds than yours have looked for Captain Rogers. He is lost."

"Nothing is ever lost, not completely, and, if something can be remembered, it can come back." Clara looked into Peggy's eyes as she said it, "Peggy you have never forgotten him, ever. He can come back."

Peggy was about to say something, when a bumbling Doctor bumped into the two of them. "Clara you wouldn't believe this history this place has. They even have a hero's remembered picture of…." It was then that the Doctor noticed Peggy. "Oh hello. I think I know you, yes, I do. And I believe you needed help?"

"Doctor, "Clara said slightly annoyed at the Doctor, "This is Peggy Carter. She was to meet her 'date' tonight."

"Huh…" The Doctor looked back and forth between them, "Her what... "He snapped his fingers, "Oh right." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a card. He handed it to her, and she read it.

Whatever was on the card made Peggy's eyebrows go up, "Very well then, I assume you wish me to follow you?"

"Yes, please, this way." The Doctor led them out of the pub and back into the alley where the Tardis was parked.

As they walked away Clara whispered into the Doctor's ear. "What was on that card? I don't think she would have gone with us otherwise."

"Did I ever tell you that Churchill has my telephone number?" The Doctor smirked as they stepped into the Tardis.