Matt was an ordinary guy. He had finished university and was now 24 years old. He had moved from the little village Leadworth to London. He had moved away, not because of a fight with his parents or just that he couldn't stand the boringness of it. He had moved because he couldn't stand all of those memories of his friends. His two best friends in the entire world, Amy and Rory, who had passed away in a car accident a few months ago. His thoughts always brought him back to them. The day they got married or the day they shared the news that Amy was pregnant. Or the day their car drove off the slippery road on their way to the hospital for ultrasound.
Matt shook the thought away. His mother had suggested him to go to a therapist. "It might help you." She insisted every time she brought up the subject. "They would have had their baby by now" He thought. They would have had Melody. Amy had ideas of names and two weeks before the accident they settled with Melody if it was a girl and Michael if it was a boy. Amy had decided to learn how to knit because she loved knitwear and she found homemade baby clothes a lot more valuable than something she could just run and buy. She wanted something special for her baby. Rory had been studying for a job as a doctor. His dream job. And Amy had gone further and further with her talent as a writer. They had planned on moving to London as well. So she could become a journalist there and maybe publish a book when the time came. A whole life that would never happen.
"Maybe I do need to go to therapy", He thought later when he was just walking around in the streets and thinking every red head was Amy. That every couple was them. That every guy looking at the centurion costume for Halloween was Rory. It wasn't long until Halloween. He had used to love to just hang out with them on Halloween. They would walk around the streets, gathering candy as if they were children again, or go to a party, or just be together dressed up like whatever had come to their mind. Rory had loved centurions so as a kid, he never dressed up as batman or spiderman or any other superhero like all the other kids, he was a centurion almost every year. It eventually became his nickname "The last centurion". Amy changed the costume every year. It would go from a princess to the scariest creature Matt had ever seen. From a fairy to an alien. Always different, but Amy herself was always the same feisty, fierce and sassy girl as always.
"I defiantly need help", he thought. But how could just talking to some stranger get his mind of his dead friends? How could it get his mind of the people who had always been there for him?
Matt glazed down at his phone to turn off the music he was listening to. Every song he had on his phone, he had been introduced to by Rory or Amy. Or the song just belonged to a special memory. They all made him teary eyed and he did not want to start crying in public. When he turned his eyes back up, he saw a short brunette girl with a strange looking red dress with a belt filled with tools. She was walking quite fast. Towards him. She didn't look at him or anything, she was walking straight forwards and seemed to be in a hurry, and he just happened to be in her direction. She grabbed his arm and turned him around so he was walking the same way as her. She quickly turned her head back as if to see if anybody was behind her. "Don't look back", she said to him "don't look alarmed, just walk with me and make it look like we know each other. I'm the doctor by the way, nice to meet you!"
AN: so that was the first chapter I really hope you like it. I wasn't too sure what the baby should be called if it was a boy, so I just named it after my half-brother. I wasn't too sure what to name Matt either but his real name is Matt so I settled with that (did that make sense). I could have found a similar name to Clara, so I searched at and looked for a name meaning clear/bright, but I didn't really like them, so Matt it is. Please review and come with suggestions. This fic will probably last a long while since it's basically doctor who, but it's just a little switch in roles between the doctor and Clara. Should I make Matt love baking soufflés so that the ship can still be called whouffe? Tell me what you think, I'll probably not update in a while (unless I get an idea) because I have to update my broadchurch/doctor who fic plus I'm working on some others as well, but I'll try my best!