Chapter ONE: Doctor Who...?
The next day, the Professor and Clara woke up together. They found themselves all cuddled up together, which they found to be a very sweet moment. They got dressed and met Belle in the Kitchen. She had decided to get a head start on breakfast. Both Clara and the Professor helped Belle and after breakfast, they all went back to The Rose and Crown, where the Professor and Belle sat at a table, watching Clara work. Well, only the Professor watched Clara. He had a daydream look on his face, like he was caught in a trance.
"You like her, don't you?" Belle asked the Professor.
The Professor turned his attention to Belle. "What gave it away?" he asked.
"Well...you look at her through a tranced state."
"Oh...Well maybe I do. To me, she seems familiar."
"Like Oswin?"
"Exactly."
While the Professor and Belle were talking, Clara had gathered some empty tankards from the tables and went outside, where she put the try. When she turned around there was a snowman just standing there. She went back into the inn to get the Professor and Belle. "Can you come with me?" She asked.
"Sure. what's up?" the Professor asked, following Clara outside.
"This snowman. It appeared from nowhere."
The Professor went closer to the snowman inspecting it, when a man in Victorian clothes and a top hat walked past them.
Clara asked the man, "Did you make this snowman?"
"No," the man said.
The Professor looked up and went over the the man, Clara and Belle. "That sounds like..." he started to say.
"...The Doctor..." Belle said, as the Doctor revealed himself to them.
"You guys know him?" Clara asked.
The Professor and Belle nodded. "He's my father," the Professor said.
"Well, does he know who built this snowman? Because it wasn't there a second ago. It just appeared, from nowhere. "
The Doctor turned around and headed back to the snowman, where he examined it. "Maybe it's snow that fell before. Maybe it remembers how to make snowmen..."
"What, snow that can remember? That's silly," Clara said.
"What's wrong with silly?"
"Nothing. I'm still here with you guys, right?"
"What's your name?"
"Clara."
"Nice name. Clara. You should definitely keep it. Goodbye!" The Doctor said, turning to leave.
The Professor, Belle and Clara followed him. "Dad? Where are you going?" The Professor asked.
"Yeah..." Clara agreed. "I thought we were just getting acquainted..."
"Those were the days..." the Doctor said, turning around again slightly.
"Dad...If you don't mind, could you take Belle with you? I'm gonna make sure Clara goes home safely..." the Professor said.
"Fine..." the Doctor said, reluctantly.
Belle walked up to the Doctor and both started to walk together, while the Professor and Clara started to walk back to the inn, when Clara stopped.
"What's wrong?" The Professor asked Clara.
"I just want to find out more about him..." she said, then started to run after the Doctor, and the Professor started to run after her. They then ran together, hand in hand, as they chased the Doctor's brougham carriage.
Meanwhile, inside the carriage, the Doctor and Belle were sitting down across from each other, while they talked to Madame Vastra through a phone. "How refreshing to see you taking an interest again. Was she nice?" Madame Vastra asked.
I just spoke to her," the Doctor said.
"The Professor and I did..." Belle said. "I think the Professor has taken a shine to her..."
"And the Doctor made his usual impact, no doubt," Madame Vastra said.
"No, no impact at all. Those days are over," the Doctor said.
"You can't help yourself. It's the same story every time. And it always begins with the same two words."
"She'll never be able to find me again. She doesn't even have the name. Doctor. What two words?"
And just at that moment, Clara popped his head through the roof, so she was upside-down. The Professor was on the outside, holding her, making sure she didn't fall. "Doctor?" Clara asked. "Doctor who?"
