Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this short-story. I'm trying to look at the good side to the ending of 'the Face of the Raven.' In honor of Clara Oswald and all of her selves who sacrificed themselves for the Doctor. Also, on the basis of death, I am using the information I know of from the end of Season 8, I'm not trying to stress any religious beliefs.
The last thing I remember was walking out into the cold alley, watching the black beast charge at me, dissolving when it hit me. There was a moment where I honestly believed I might survived, but then pain surged through my body. I know I screamed. I left that room for a reason. I hope the Doctor wasn't watching. A bright light filled my vision.
"Clara, Clara, Clara!" A familiar voice called in the distance. Everything seemed so bright, so new. I couldn't see quite yet. The voice continued to beckon me. I regionize the voice... but who does it belong to? "Clara! Oh Clara!"
Soon I can see a darker figure appear in the bright light. As it gets closer, I soon realize who it is. The one person I've been waiting to meet. Danny Pink. His face soon appeared before me. I gave a shy smile. "Where am I?"
"You're in the afterlife." He admitted. "What did you do?"
I gave a guilty laugh. "I save a man, and prevented a little girl from growing up without a father."
"What about..."
"The Doctor? I know he is going to be okay. Mad for a while, sure, but he'll pull through. I've read in his library, I know his history. He just needs to find another Clara Oswald or Amelia Pond. Then he'll be okay."
"Are you okay?" Danny's voice was a joy to hear. It felt so warm and reassuring.
I shook my head. "You don't know, do you? You didn't see me die."
"You're lying to me."
"What?"
"When I asked about the Doctor."
I shorted. "No, I didn't."
"You're worried. About him especially. Clara, you just said he'll be okay. Trust yourself. Trust him. Come on, let's go." Danny held out his hand. "You're not in the afterlife, quite yet. It's that way." Danny held out one hand and pointed with another. "Come along Clara Oswald."
I gave him a shy smile. I looked behind me. I could see the angry Doctor, giving his final warning to "the Mayor," of this forsaken alley. "Goodbye Doctor." I whisper before turning back to Danny, taking his hand.
"Come along gorgeous." Danny smiled, walking into the light with me in tow. Doctor, if you're reading this, don't worry, Danny has taken good care of me. He will for the rest of eternity. Good night Doctor.
-Signed, your Impossible Girl