This idea came to me in a dream after watching the Christmas special. I felt that I had to put it out there before anymore episodes came out. It is my first fanfiction. Please enjoy.
"Oh Clara, Clara, Clara. I have been looking everywhere for you." The Doctor sighs as he kneels down in front of her grave. He reaches out and traces the C of her name on the rough stone and then lets his hand fall slowly. Remember me, for we shall meet again. "It has been awhile since I was last here. I hope you'll forgive me." He frowns and plops down into the dry, itchy grass. It has really been awhile since he last saw her. Any version of her, that is. He has not stopped searching for her; the impossible girl. Who is she? Why does he keep meeting her? Why does she always say the same thing before she dies? "Why are you so important, Clara Oswin Oswald?"
"What? What did you just say?" a female voice asks.
"Oh, nothing just mumbling to myself. Nothing to be concerned with," the Doctor calls back over his shoulder.
"Well, then are you at least going to tell me what you are doing here all alone in a decaying graveyard? Or is that all a big mystery?" the voice spits back.
The Doctor begins to stand, brushing the dirt off his knees as he does. "Oh, I was just visiting an old friend of mine. Haven't come along in awhile, been busy...running." He stares off, remembering.
"An 'old friend'? You expect me to believe that. That women has been dead since 1892."
The Doctor smiles and starts to turn. "I'm older than I look." He turns around completely and sees the woman standing there, hands on her hips and a red handbag slung across her shoulder. "Clara?"
Confusion spreads across her face and she tilts her head to the side. Her eyes glanced over his body lingering a little too long on his chin, searching for something familiar. "Sorry," she says, "but have we met before?"
"In another life, maybe." The Doctor's smile widens. He has found her again. Or has she found him? She tends to do that.
"That has got to be the cheesiest chat up line I have ever heard." She laughs that laugh that has become so comforting to him. "Come on then, chin boy. Tell me, who are you?"
"They call me the Doctor."
Her brow furrows. "Doctor Who?"
