Dedicated to my own gorgeous impossible girl.

First time writing something like this, so I apologize if it's complete rubbish, and I'm also writing this at 2 a.m. so bear with me. Here we go!

You may know the Doctor... You may know his legends, his stories and his ways. You may know of how he's saved a thousand planets, and trillions lives more. You may know his sorrows and pains, and his joys and happiness. But if you truly knew the Doctor, then you would know he hides secrets. Kept from all those thousands of planets, and from all those trillions of lives. Secrets he has kept from time and space. And yet, here is one of those secrets.

So our story begins here; 317925.3 Earth kilometers from the nearest space pub, 9431 Earth miles from the Universes largest meatball, and three blocks down from Little Timmy (who had just had to flush his goldfish down the toilet) in a Large British County called Yorkshire, lies a small intentional community called SweetVille.

Founded in 1893 by Winifred Gillyflower, it was considered a safe haven where people could survive the upcoming apocalypse. Only perfect people were allowed to live there. However, no person admitted to Sweetville left it or had any contact with others living. In fact, Mrs Gillyflower planned to send up a rocket containing red leech venom, which would explode and shower the population with poison. But with the help of Madame Vastra and Jenny Flint, the Doctor was able to remove the venom from the rocket.

In 1919 he would return, and have one of his biggest small adventures of his life.

30000 feet right above said community, whizzing through the air went a small blue police box. This blue police box just happened to be the most important item in the universe, close behind came a small sonic screwdriver, and a 1967 Chevy impala. This blue box was a Tardis. And in said blue box lived a bow tie and fez wearing man. And this man just happened to be the most important man in the universe. This man was the Doctor.

"YAAAAAAAHOOOOOO!" He whooped as he clung on to his life while opening the door of the flying Tardis. One hand holding on to the Tardis, the other to his bright red fez. The wind rushing against his face, pushing his long smooth hair back. Behind him, wearing her black 18th century dress, holding a grin from watching her childish clever boy, stood Clara Oswald, his impossibly girl. Flying with him for so long, she could not deny she had feelings for him. The urge to grab him, hold him against a wall, and kiss him till the end of times. She had fallen for him the moment she stepped into the Tardis for the first time. The irresistible sense about him, the secrets he kept locked up in his hot-toned waist. Oh the things she wanted to do to him...but she would not. And the Doctor wanted just the same; something about her smooth set cherry red cheeks, and her soft lips; but the last thing he wanted was to hurt her, and since every companion had to leave sooner or later, he would not.

Even though 26 Earth years had passed in real time, the Doctor used his handy dandy Tardis to come in to the future to make sure SweetVille would stay dead, and good thing he did. Hundred of people flooded the main gates to try to catch a spot at supposedly the only place to survive the world war. And yet hundreds would walk out, rejected because they weren't perfect. To someone of modern times the residence might have appeared something of an old castle, with some modern things added in to make it more... sustainable , a tourist attraction. The kind of place where you would see tourists bus parked across the front. But for anybody living there at the time, it might have seemed almost like it came from out of this world. The buzz of thousands of engines went all day long, steam pipes travelled all around the city, but no one knew what for. Everybody probably suspected it was to help let the residents survive the disasters that supposedly came its way, and yet, everyone was too afraid to ask... But afraid of what?

"So where we arriving now?" Asked Clara. "Off for a little celebration?! Maybe the 3rd moon of Angord! Oh how I love that place! Or maybe I'll finally get to see Saturn's asteroid belt up close! Oh this is exiting!"

"Weeeellll... Not exactly where, but when." Responded the Doctor, while entering back in the Tardis, closing the door behind him. "I just decided to travel a few years into the future; well 26 years, 39 weeks, 3 days, and 529 seconds to be exact; to make sure that SweetVille would stay as we left it, but it appears to have more life going on about it than before!"

"And we're going to have to save the county again aren't we Doctor..."

"OOOH don't give me that look. There's always time for a celebration when you have a time machine, but for now, these people need us!"

"Can't we come back later, you know, time machine and all?"

"Ah we're already here! Come on, this could be fun! So whatcha say Miss Oswald, up for another adventure?!"

"As always Mr. Smith!" Uttered Clara, as another smile grew on her face.