A/N: So I've had this 13clara AU for so long in my mind. I wanted to post it a bit earlier but I decided I would at least post the first chapter before the first episode from S11 airs. I'm so so exciteddddd!

The Doctor sped towards Earth, watching the inside of the TARDIS burning, a raging fire ripping at the console, becoming a mere orange dot.

Soon to Earth...

Well she had just regenerated, yeah? Maybe she could survive just a fall... Or regenerate again.
Noooo! Not when she had just fell in love with such a face!

Then, only then did she here a whizzing sound behind her, finding herself suddenly in water.
Plunging deep in the water that enveloped her... Dark, not warm nor too cold.

After a few moments battling to reach the surface from the deep pool, she gasped as the Doctor emerged out of the pool, coughing up water.

"Are you alright down there?" A familiar voice called.

The Doctor's eyes took a while to settle, but she knew that she was in partial darkness as only the swimming pool was lit under the light of many stars. She focused on a silhouette, a short woman holding a few towels, whose voice she'd know anywhere.

"Clara..."

The Doctor felt Clara's expression change from a grin to a starstruck one. Clara couldn't even speak as the Doctor, floating on the water, mentioned her name.

Clara took a step back, horrified.
"You're not suppose to remember who I am."

"I do now." She said in her Yorkshire accent and with her bright smile. "After all this is what you wanted." Clara swallowed thickly. The Doctor was right.
"Can I come up?" The time lady continued.

The former companion shook herself from the daydream.
"Yeah. Sure. Sorry."

Clara helped the Doctor up the metal ladder and wrapped her in large towel.

"Thank you, Clara." She said as the new Doctor huddled in the large towel, shivering. Clara was still kind of gobsmacked. Her mind couldn't process what was happening. "So," said the Doctor, picking Clara out of her thoughts. "Where do we go?" The girl looked at her blankly as she tried to process what the Doctor had just said. "Oh. Yeah. I think it's better if you dry in front of the fire." Clara bit her bottom lip. "I'll take you to the library." And she smiled a sad smile which broke the Doctor's heart. The latter continued thinking about the companion. Was she happy to see her? Of course, why shouldn't she? But it all happened so... Fast...

Clara's head was buzzing with thoughts. What do I do? I never expected the Doctor to remember me? How was he- Clara mentally shook her head -no. The Doctor is a she. But how could she?

And so both, trying to wrap their heads around what happened, headed to the Library.

"How did it go?" Said Me whilst flipping switches on the console as Clara entered the room, still starstruck.

"Clara?" The immortal emphasised impatiently.

"Oh, sorry. Yeah." The former companion bit her lip. She didn't know how she would break it to Me. The latter had warned her countless times about this and Clara had reassured her the Doctor had no way of remembering who Clara Oswald was. She had assured the neuroblock had done it's job when she met the Doctor for one last time... Saying goodbye to that irresistible and impossible man.

"Do you have any idea of what I was talking about?"

"No, sorry." Clara blushed.

"It's fine..." Reassured her sensibly. "I mean, look how long you've been waiting for this moment."

"This thing is, Me..." A nerve raking pause... " She remembers me."

Me stopped flipping switches on the console and kept staring unbelievably at Clara.

Just the TARDIS' groans and hums could be heard in that silence.

"Where is she now?" The viking said.

"Left her in front of the fire to dry up."

Me nodded.

"But, I mean... I don't want all that to start all over again!" Clara flailed her hands in panic. "He'll- She'll rip the Universe apart again, and you know I never wanted that. I can't let her get too affectionate on me again."

"Clara, she's already affectionate on you. She remembers you, the Doctor remembers every single thing you ever said to him- I mean her. It's no use not to avoid her now. It would change nothing."

"So what am I going to do now?" Asked Clara feebly, on the verge of tears. "Just talk to her. Don't be scared. I mean... You've been waiting for this for so many years. You're going to give it all up now?"

After some thought.

"You're right." Clara sighed, before she ran and hugged Me, which wasn't very enthusiastic about the abrupt hug. As just like Clara's old man, Me was relatively antisocial, due to her prolonged life, and hated hugs...

"Thank you." She said with a bright wide smile. And ran towards the kitchen to make them a cup of tea.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it! Feedback appreciated as always!