Author note:
Hi guys, this is my first fanfic for over 6 years.. so please be gentle.
Also it's been a while since I wrote anything in English so i'm sorry if there's a lot of grammar mistakes in this short story.
Please correct me if I did Something wrong.
This short fic will be a two-parter.
Chapter 1 - The thoughts from the Doctor and in chapter 2 it's Clara's turn.
I really hope you will enjoy it.
Please review.
THE DOCTOR
He had felt such a joy, such an incredible joy when he heard her voice over the phone.
She was alive some how, he didn't understood why or how. But he couldn't care less on that moment or about her rattling about that the Internet was gone.
He didn't know why she couldn't remembering him though..
She just looked at him like he was some sort of an mad-man, but let's be honest.. he did show up like a crazy monk.
She had shut the door and was refusing to let him in.
But after he saved her live she trusted him completely.
That was the start of the friendship with his Clara, or this version of her.
He still didn't understood what she was.
She died two times before, she died two times saving him and now there was a third version of her.
How was that possible? Frankly it just isn't.
He had asked a medium from the '70'ties.
But she replied that Clara was a normal girl, a kind and wonderful girl, but just a ordinary human girl.
Clara is far from a ordinary girl, she is the only mystery worth solving.
She is his Impossible Girl!
But now.. she isn't only that.
Although he still hadn't figured out what or who Clara really is.
She isn't just a mystery to solve, or just a companion , just a friend, she is such much more than that.
Even Mr. Clever had asked why he though so much about Clara.
The doctor had set up a mental block so Mr. Clever wouldn't discover his feelings for Clara.
But Mr. Clever was indeed clever. He assumed that the Doctor was in love with the Impossible Girl and that wasn't very far from the truth.
Luckily Clara was also smart and knew that if the Doctor had feelings for her, he would never ever told her that.
So when she asked if he though she was pretty, he had just answered, "No. You are too short, bossy and your nose is all funny'.
And she was fine with that.
But the truth was.. He though that she was perfect, a little too perfect.
"See you next Wednesday" Clara said when she walked to the exit of the TARDIS.
"A Wednesday, next Wednesday, last Wednesday" the Doctor answered clumsy.
Clara turned around, smiled a little and then walked through the door.
"One of the Wednesdays." he said he said to himself.
"Impossible girl. A mystery wrapped in an enigma squeezed into a skirt that's just a little bit too tight."
He smiled like a young schoolboy.
No no no, he couldn't picture Clara that way in his mind, it was wrong!
Fast he though about the big question. He still didn't know what Clara was.
"What are you" He said about Clara and turned to the control panel of the TARDIS.
No he couldn't give in to his feelings, he just couldn't.