AN: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING. Basically, this fic is about the Doctor and Clara's meeting through the Doctor's and Clara's P.O.V. respectively.

I have a feeling Jenna will be the best who companion to this date. :)

He sat on the swing. It reminded him of the time he, Amy, and Rory were trapped in a dream world, all of the sitting on park swwings trying to figure out what which one was a dream and which was realitly.

He didn't know what brough him here. Somehow being around children made him feel better. It was their innocence.

The little girl that sat to him was proof of that. She noticed he was sad, and she told him about the things she lost. She lost her favorite pencil, her gran, and his Mojo.

Perhaps he lost his.

Children always seemed to read him like an open book. Well they say children and dogs are good judges of character. Though children couldn't sense immediate danger at first. That's why he never let children travel with him. He had learned that after the resault of Adric's death.

He found Clara again, after a little incident with some monks. The TARDIS phone rang, which usualy wasn't a real phone. He upgraded it so he could get River to stop compalining he never anwsers his phone. "What good is a phone box that doesn't have a phone. With all the trouble you get into you'll need one on the outside."

He finally got around to it, after changing the bulb.

"That's not supposed to happen." He said as the phone rang. He couldn't think of anyone who should be calling him. He pointed at the phone, amazed it actually worked. He anwsered it, pausing for a second. Searching in his memory, trying to recall who it could possibly be. What was that greeting humans used."Hello?"

The voice that anwsered back was familiar. He noticed her voice straight away. Or had he gone mad. The Monks were calling him the Mad Monk.

He knew for sure who she was when she said it. "Run. You. Clever. Boy."

"What did you say?" He was sure she had said it.

"Don't shout."

He didn't stay on the line. Clicking the phone back, he got into his TARDIS, tracking the phone call.

I hung up from the help line, (I refuse it call it a self help line, because it's kind of unethical. You're not actually hepling yourself when you have others do it for you. It's a cheat. I'd rather help myself. ) But I really needed the internet. The Wifi wasn't connected.

One of the children probably turned it off after using it.

Kids today, obssesed with technology. But I could talk. But unlike most people I don't spent endless hours on facebook, twitter, or other things. I spend just as much amount of time on my laptop, updating my journals and research on the places I would love to visit one day.

Once I got it back up, thanks to no help from the loud man on the other end, I suppose it's better than getting one of those people who can hardly speak english or an automated service.

Anyway, so I heard a noise downstaires. Then there was a pounding on the door.

Angie. Perhaps she got locked out. I ran downstaires. Once I got to the top of the staires I could see it was a man, thanks to the see through door, that would never fly if I had my own place. I'd like some privacy please.

"Hello?" What I was really thinking,"My God what is he wearing?"

"Clara. Clara Owswald."

"Hello." I looked his outfit over. A million things were running through my head. Is this guy serious? Do I know you and what do you want?

"Clara Oswin Oswald." He said more confident and excited as if I was an old friend of his he hadn't seen in a long time.

"Just Clara Oswald." Oswin had been my Grans maiden name.

"Do you remember me?"

And I pause for dramatic effect, before drawing in a breath. "No, should I? Who are you?"

He stepped inside. I didn't step back, still holding the door open. I didn't know what it was about him. I wasn't afraid. It was like, well, like I knew him. I felt that he wouldn't hurt me.

"No? The Doctor?" He asked in a tone that said, does that ring any bells?

"No."

He looked into the hall mirror, looking over his features as if he'd forgotten what he'd look like. He was bent down to my height, so I took the oportunity and whispered in his ear, "Doctor Who?"

"No, just the Doctor, actually, sorry. Can you ask me that again?"

"Ask you what?" I asked my eyes wide, mesmerised by him.

"Could you just ask me that question again?"

"Doctor Who?"

"Just once more."

"Doctor...who?" I dragged it out this time and it got him excited. I was somewhat amussed but things were starting to get too awkward. I needed to be alone to think things through.

"Do you know I never realised how much I enjoy hearing that said out loud. Thank you."

"OK!" I was creeped out by this point.

"Hey, no, Clara!" He shouted as I closed the door in his face. I couldn't help but smile. The smile quickly faded as another question popped into my head.

How did he know my name? I couldn't be the friend he was looking for was I? He had talked about something about destiny. I never believed that sort of thing.

It was her actually her. After a long time searching. He never had beleived in destiny but recently...this girl was impossible. He had to find out what she was. She was the only thing that brought him out of his slump from the Ponds fate and ignited his spark to travel again.

I got her to say it, the exact same way when she was a governess in Victornian London. There were still things I needed to

She shut the door on me. I never had a door slammed in my face, (well I had once depends on how you look at it. But MY face.) That's more insaulting than being slapped by someone's mother. Is it the outfit?

Perhaps he was coming on a little too strong, or was it the outfit? People normally take to his whimsical behavior. He decided it was the outfit.

People don't like Monks. The memories of the Meddling Monk came back to him, a renegade Time Lord he had run into back during his early life times.

He went back the TARDIS to change into some decent clothes.

"Monks are not cool."

He couldn't find the TARDIS wardrobe yet, so the box under the console room had to do.

Lets go with something purple. Purple, his favourite colour.

Hmm didn't know I had a favourite colour. Purple. Purple is cool.

Though the clothes he wore were not 'fashionable," for this time period but at least he had a decent fashion sense.

Kids today, with no imagination, turning their brains into noodly soup with the latest technology that controled their every day life, never aprecitate the old stuff. If he could he'd one day say, "Just because it's old doesn't mean it's bad."

He tried talking to her again. Immediatly he knew something was wrong, with the way she was anwsering.

Now that he found her again, he was NOT going to loose HER. He would make sure. He sent a message to whoever threatened her life.

Sure she wasn't amazing impossible, intelligant, witty Clara, or Oswin or whoever she was yet, but from now on she would be, UNDER MY PROTECTION.

He had gotten some tips from River how to 'take care of a lady" One of them he recalled was that they liked flowers, or was it that they didn't like flowers? He dug up a vase from somewhere in the kitchen, put flowers in it he had picked, hope the neighbours don't mind. Then he realised something else. She was human, so she also needed to eat, and drink. He poured he a glass a water and left her a plate of jammie dodgers.

Something caught his eye, a book that stood out from the others. He didn't mean to snoop but he couldn't help avoiding, to respect her privacy, it but because it was infront of him. 101 Places to See.

He could probably make some of those dreams come true. He closed the book and put it back exactly where he had found it. As many as possible Oswin, I promise. He bent down and kissed her on the forehead. Before I screw it up again.

I woke up. Peeking my head out the window, I saw loud man with his blue box sitting outside my window. Ok, so it wasn't a dream and looks like he's not going anywhere soon. To a part of me, here's hoping.

So I didn't faint like an idiot. I actually did see a robot with a spoon for a head. I don't know what it did to me, or remember fainting. I couldn't remember where I went. I mean it was there faintly but it was kind of like being in limbo.

I saw that he left me flowers and some bisquits. How sweet. He was kind of creepy buy in a cute sort of way.

Since he was going to be there all night I thought it generous to join him. I would be restless anyways, wondering what he was up to. Plus I didn't want him to go snooping around on my laptop he was 'borrowing' So I brought down some tea.

Then things really started getting crazy. A plane was headed toward us. A PLANE.

I barely had any time to take it all in. A box bigger on the inside, robots that downloaded people into the wifi. An alien with two hearts that couldn't fly a plane.

I might sound mad but I wish every day where like this. Maybe it is for him.

And then just like that he took me to breakfast. I felt tired but was alright when I had my coffee. Suddenly are casual converstations turned into twenty questions. If I hadn't known any better I'd say he was interested in me, not in a romantic way though.

I believed he was an alien, I mean all this craziness. What else could it be? Even though he was an alien, he was like all men, trying to impress a girl with all his toys. He protested that his space ship wasn't a snog box. I bet he had dozens of women in there.

When he bugged me with the nanny question, I avoided it. I grabbed my laptop that sat in front of him, deciding I should put my new found computer skills to use. I was just as capable as he was. He didn't seem to think so. Men. I mentally sighed.

As we sat on the roof top cafe, I had to ask her a few questions. It seemed conveniant. Just how different was this Clara from the other two?

"You don't have a plan?" She asked.

He didn't. He never had plans unless thrown directly into danger. Right now they weren't. "You know what I say about plans?"

"What?"

"I don't have one."

"People always have plans."

I'm not people I'm just a mad man with a blue...snog box. "Yes I suppose they do. Now tell me how long have you been looking after those kids."

"About a year."

"You were a family friend but why you? You don't really seem like a nanny."

She reached across tha table and grabbed back her laptop. She searched for the location of the woman in charge of downloading people, promising five minutes as he went to get coffee.

Leaving her had been a bad idea. But he got her back and all the other human minds that were downloaded.

Well he ended up saving the day, and me, twice. I reeeeaaallllly hope I don't make a habit of this. I don't like being the damsel in distress.

And for the Doctor, I wouldn't exactly call him a hero but he's deifiantly something else.

He was the loud man. I also had another name for him, Mystery Man. I loved a good mystery, and I was going to have a fun time, trying to figure him out. He wasn't going to see my coming.

He offered me to come with him. But I had to have some time to think on it. Though I wanted to jump on the oppurtunity so badly. Until tomorrow...

Let's fly away, Chin Boy, Show me the stars.