A/N:
This story will later involve some very obvious sexual themes. Nothing too graphic but just be warned it gets a bit sexy in the last chapter!
"Watch me run." The Doctor remarked to himself as he threw the switches to set the TARDIS into flight, in search of his soufflé girl. She wasn't really his but in his head she was. He met her twice, she died. Twice. For him or because of him he wasn't quite sure but he was blaming himself anyway because that's what he did. Thinking about her death brought back the scene he had just fled. He was running again. Running from the painfully bittersweet memory only hours earlier. She stood there, wide eyed at the impossible sight before her only to run out seconds later. He laughed as she made her way around his impossible box on a cloud.
"Its smaller on the outside!' was her surprised reply when she came back in, breathless and he knew then that she had to come. He had to steal her away from this world. She was perfect and like he said he didn't really know why, just who. Pulling the small silver key out of his pocket he beamed at her and pressed the key into her hand. It was more than a key to the TARDIS. It was a key to him. He was letting her in, more than he cared to admit. He had a want for this girl, a deep carnal want along his need to love her and protect her. Though there something about her that was familiar yet so new. If only he had known then who she was.
Then his heart sank. She'd never use that key. As a sign of his love for her, he pressed it once more into her delicate soft hands which he knew were growing ever colder as the seconds passed. And just like that he was running.
"Run you clever boy… and remember." Her beautiful soft voice echoed in his head and he heard it as if she was standing there beside him.
"Oh Clara…" he said with his head in his hands. "I'll never forget."
How could he? She sparked something in him. Brought back his kindness warmed his hearts which had grown cold just like she had done in the end. Almost swapping her love and compassion to give him back his. But she had done more than just that. She excited him, made him curious not to mention made him blush like a schoolgirl and she was clever. Oh so clever. Working out that he took the umbrella for her, working out his plan. He tested her and she came through, like she did before for him.
"You're a foot taller than I am!" yes he was, which made things interesting. She had to go to some effort to pull her self up to kiss him. He blushed at the memory.
'There I go again, all teenage school girl. She's not even here and she's managing it!'. Her beautiful personality, the way she looked in that dress, her sexy attitude and her amazing intelligence, she reminded him of himself. Still, he had to stop dwelling on the past… though that was difficult as the past could be the future or the present or nonexistent when it came to him and he had to get going.
He didn't know what to do with him self other than to find her. He made a bargain with the universe and he hoped that the universe would be bloody grateful for once and let him have his way. Well that's what he was thinking before his attention was drawn to a red flashing light on the console.
"Crash landing?! What do you mean emergency? You really aren't making any sense dear!" he shouted to the TARDIS. "I don't care what sort of emergency it is I want to find Clara!" But the ship had insisted on materializing where she had chosen. The doctor slammed his hands down on the console and muttered to himself.
"Fine…fine… but this better be good." Throwing on his jacket, he walked grumpily to the door.
The TARDIS door opened and the Doctor, looking out on the scene raised his hand to his head to angrily massage his temples before slamming the door and starting a verbal assault.
"You think this is funny do you? You know I'm looking for Clara so you take me here? Well HA HA."
The TARDIS groaned.
"Yes you should feel like that. If you think you're being funny by taking me to the same graveyard but in modern London to find Clara…. Show some respect." He said pacing around the console.
Before he could launch another attack he heard voices. Someone was talking about the graveyard being creepy. And then he heard a voice… it was familiar. Soft and delicate, sarcastic…
His eyes widened, he looked at the console...
"Oh you clever girl! I'm sorry… ill make it up to you later!" he shouted as he ran out the door and standing in front of him was a very confused but alive looking Clara.
"CLARA! You're alive!" She looked at him blankly, confused and a little freaked out. Looking around and taking half a step back she spoke.
"Who are you? How do you know who I am?"
"Well you see I'm the doctor and this is the TARDIS and…" before he could finish his sentence he ran forward and grabbed Clara with both hands.
