"Clara for the last time, what is wrong!"asked the Doctor rather loudly. "What's happened?" The Tardis made a noise that like an agreeing mmmh. "Nothing, nothing, I'm fine!" Clara tried to reassure him everything was alright. But the Doctor could read her like a book. He took her face in both of his hands and she tried to look away, but Clara couldn't help but look into his eyes. Whenever she looked into those deep green eyes, she felt safe and cozy. "Listen, Clara, something is wrong. Something is wrong and you're not telling me, something important." He continued to search her face until Clara couldn't help but tell the truth. "I'm engaged." she said. The Doctor stopped searching her and his hands left her face . He almost seemed to look sad, as if she had just failed an essay. A very, very, very important essay. But then his face lit up and the Doctor squealed like a teenage girl. An 1200 year old man had squealed like Clara's best high school Friend would if she saw a little kitten. Ironic. Anyway the Doctor bounced once in his black dress shoes and hurried into the kitchen, probably to bake something to fit the scenario. Thats the Doctor for you.
Two years later
Clara sat down, clutching her child in her arms, singing a sweet melody. Her little baby girl had a pink blanket wrapped around her with nice purple embroidery. "Kristen" It read. Her little baby Kristen was fast asleep in her arms when suddenly, Clara heard a familiar sound. The weezing and groaning of the Tardis filled the air of the large house. Clara slowy got up, taking her child with her, to the window to see if she had been the right about the noise. Alas, there it was. A box had appeared in some of the flower beds ., Incredibly, the Tardis hadn't touched any of the flowers. Then the Doctor walked out, the same old Doctor she had been talking to years ago. The Doctor had said goodbye to her on her wedding day, although now, as sad as it was, she was a widow now. Her husband, Damion Riker, had died serving our country. But Clara had moved on. After all, there is no time like the present! Anyway, there stood the Doctor, with his bowtie and abnormal chin, smiling at her. His eyes were filled with happiness and delight. The eyes that Clara still loved so very much.