A/N: So I came up with this during the summer while I was studying the Civil War and didn't finish it until now. CURSE WRITER'S BLOCK! haha Anyway, Clara Barton IS a real person, but she didn't go insane or anything. I just wrote that to go with the story. ENJOY!

"I remember!"

The Doctor jumped in his seat when Clara suddenly shouted out. "Blimey, Clara! My hearts are probably as far as the Tralodeon Cluster by now. What was that about?" Clara stood from her comfy chair (A/N: Because who doesn't love comfy chairs. ;)) and walked over to the couch where the Doctor was sitting on the other side of the Library.

"A couple of days ago, Angie asked me to help with her American History project. I know nothing about American History, of course, but I said yes, anyway. Long story short, I've been trying, as much as I can, to read up on the Civil War. That's when I saw this." She placed the book she had been reading across both their laps and pointed to a photograph of a young woman in nurse's dress that the Doctor would recognize anywhere. Clara smiled at him. "I remembered one of my lives. It was only for a second, but I remembered." The Doctor squinted for a moment at the photo.

"Hang on, just a mo'. I've heard of her. She created the American Red Cross. Clara Barton." He chuckled. "You were American." She scoffed and slapped his arm playfully.

"Shut it, Box Man." She laughed, but his smile faded. She looked at him, concerned. "Doctor, are you alright?"

"Yeah, it's just- I can't believe I forgot."

"Forgot what?"

He took a deep breath. "I've met her- er, you before. A long, long time ago."

"What happened?"

"Clara…" He warned.

"Tell me what happened." She demanded.

He took a deep breath and shook his head. "I was in my seventh incarnation. I'd ended up landing in America, an accident, of course. I met her when I was looking into some abductions at the local hospital there. It was a creature that fed on souls. Once gone, the bodies would just disappear into the air. We thought we had stopped it, but…

The Doctor and Clara Barton ran around the corner and backed up against the wall in one of the rooms, breathing heavily and laughing.

"I must say, my dear, you are quite quick." He said to her. She giggled.

"Well, I've got five brothers. I've always been more of a boy on the inside, I guess."

"It definitely gives the edge, I must say." She smiled and walked over to the hospital bed.

"I certainly hope so, for my sake." They both continued laughing until, out of nowhere, a hand appeared from under the bed, grabbing Clara and pulling her towards the floor. She screamed.

"Clara!"

"I was able to save her, but at a cost," he paused, "By the time I'd destroyed it, it had already eaten half of her soul."

Clara sighed solemnly. "What did that mean for her? What happened to that Clara?"

He shook his head regrettably. "Living with only half a soul is wrong. It's like only eating half of what you usually eat, it slowly breaks you down. After that night, Clara Barton went mad. She was never the same as she was. She spent the rest of her life in an Asylum." A tear ran down Clara's cheek, which the Doctor hastily wiped away. "I'm so sorry, Clara. I really am."

"It's okay. I'm fine, really. That was me, but it isn't now. What's the use in living in the past when there's nothing you can do to fix it."

"You know, there are some days when I think you're so much smarter than me." He chuckled.

She smirked. "Who says I'm not?"

SOOOOOOOOOOO What'd you think? Sorry if it sucks. I kind of rushed the end. I hope you liked it, though! Hearts! -Effy