Chapter 1

Time to get Out

This story was inspired by my obsession of River Song and for the fact I realized that when Clara is going through the Doctor's past lives the one scene is David Tennat standing looking out overlooking the outside of the library. Hmmm I do hope Moffat is up to what I think he is, in my mind I can't see why else Clara would be there.*fingers crossed*

Disclaimer: I do not own the Doctor, Clara, Jack, or River I would love to but sadly I don't. Only the plot line is mine. If Moffat is somehow reading which I doubt you can steal my plot I don't mind;)

He could still hear her last words to him "Goodbye sweetie."

Those words have been haunting him for a week now. He would hear them and turn and look for her, but she was never there. He knew it would hurt to acknowledge her presence, to speak to her, to kiss her; he however, didn't know it would hurt this much. He felt like he was losing her all over again. He was now questioning himself; if he hadn't spoken to her he could still see her, still hear her.

"Why did I have to give in," he said angrily while kicking the console. The TARDIS made almost a hissing noise at this. "I'm sorry Sexy, I shouldn't have done that," he says while gently stroking one of the levers. "I just miss her so much, why did I give in, I shouldn't have spoken to her and I absolutely shouldn't ha… have kissed her," he barely manages to get the last two words out.

Clara sat in the doorway of the console room. She hated seeing the Doctor like this. It pained her to see him this way. He sat there with his hands on the controls head bent over and crying. At first it was just a few tears but they quickly turned into sobs. She wanted to comfort him and try to help him through this. She knew so little about the Doctor she realized but yet here she was watching him suffer his worst loss. She slowly walked down the stairs into the room. She stopped halfway as the TARDIS hummed a sorrowful sound.

She heard him whisper as he caressed the console, "I know you miss her too; you were partly her mother too after all."

Clara slowly made her way over to the Doctor and wrapped her arms around him.

"I'm sorry," was all she could say.

He stiffened under her touch and immediately brought himself up, "I'm fine, let's go on an adventure Clara," he said with a smile as he wrung his hands together. Clara could see past his smile though, she knew he was trying to seem like nothing was wrong but she also knew he wouldn't talk so she'd let him take her on an adventure. Maybe it would be good for him to get out of the TARDIS for a while.

"Where to Clara, we can go anywhere in time and space, anywhere you please." He said as he started circling the console.

Clara sighed, "Um… I don't know I don't want to be chased by monsters or aliens; that's for sure."

The Doctor rolled on his feet, "I have the perfect place!" he said as he began running around the console flipping levers and pushing buttons.

Clara grabbed the railing for support as the TARDIS shook a little and went towards their destination.

"Where are we going," she asked.

"Ah Clara we're going to meet the man that created the first soufflé, Antonin Careme!"

"Really?!" Clara jumped in delight. She was beyond excited to meet the man who created the first soufflé.

When the TARDIS landed she started to run towards the door, but the Doctor stopped her at the doors.

"Hey get out my way chinboy!"

"Well you can't go out there dressed like that; we're in the 1800's. Go to the wardrobe room, it's up the stairs, go left, and it's the third door on the right. The TARDIS will give you a selection of things to wear for this time period."

"Being my luck she'll either move the wardrobe or give me the wrong outfit to wear," Clara said as she crossed her arms over her chest. "She hates me and I'm still not sure why."

"She doesn't hate you Clara"

"Oh so locking the oven so my soufflés burn, constantly moving my room, or even the time she locked me outside, doesn't mean she hates me? If that's the case I don't want her to hate me," Clara said bitterly. The TARDIS made a soft humming noise.

Clara raised an eyebrow, "what is she saying now?"

"She said she was sorry and if you're willing to be nice she'll try and do the same."

Clara sighed, no longer mad, "I guess I can try that."

As Clara walked up the stairs she rubbed the wall softly hoping her and the TARDIS could finally get along. It was still weird to think that she and a spaceship had to be nice to each other. Oh course a lot of things were weird now a days. She was after all split into over a million echoes in the Doctor's time line all to save him over and over. She still couldn't wrap her mind completely around it. As the week since Trenzalore passed she was remembering things her past lives had done. They came sporadically here and there but usually in her dreams. Clara stood in the wardrobe and looked at all the dresses to choose from and instantly saw a red one that stood by itself. It looked familiar as if she had almost seen it before. When she reached out to touch it the TARDIS hummed ever so softly.

"You want me to wear this don't you?" Again the TARDIS hummed very softly. Clara took the dress and put it on.

When Clara returned to the console room the Doctor had changed into a new suit that matched the time period as well. When he turned to look at Clara he went kind of pale.

"What," Clara asked suddenly feeling subconscious.

The Doctor rolled back on his heels, "No nothing..." he sighed "I guess I might as tell you" he said.

"Tell me what Doctor?" The Doctor ran his hands through his hair before beginning.

"Remember when I told you I saw you before?"

"Yes."

"Well when we fought, I mean the other you and I."

The Doctor started to pace by the TARDIS doors.

He sighed, "When we fought the snowmen you wore that exact dress."

"Really, when I looked at it I felt like it looked familiar but I wasn't sure why. When I went to pick the dress up the TARDIS hummed a little so I took it as a sign to put it on."

"Well she saw you in that dress in your pass life so that's probably why she suggested it. See she's trying to be nice!" The Doctor bounced up a little on his feet. "Are you ready to go and meet Mr. Careme?"

Clara ran down the steps, "Yes let's go!" She took the Doctor's arm and they walked out the door.

This is my first fanfiction and I would love any reviews good and bad. I want to know what you think! I'm writing this for fun but mostly to hear what people think.