A/N so this is the last the story begins chapters, This is Clara meeting the Doctor at the park.
Disclaimer, I don't own Doctor Who, or this would be cannon, Doctor/Rose would still be going strong, and Doctor Who would be back before August.
I was eight when I met him, Rose always called him the Watcher, because before she met him, he sort of just watched, Amy called him the Raggedy Doctor, but to me, he'd always be my sad man.
My story begins the same year as Rose and Amy's at a playground. My mum and dad had just moved us to an Estate on the edge of London, called the Powell Estates.
That particular day I had gotten bored with just helping mum unpack and settle in so I went up to her eight years old and asked if we could go to the park down on the commons.
"Please mum!" I begged.
Mum looked up from the box she was unpacking, "No Clara there is to much to do." She told me.
"but mum, it's just the down on the commons!" I said.
She sighed, "Clara Oswald this flat is not going to settle itself." she said.
I wrung my hands at her, "please?" I asked, "not for long mum, just a little while." I pleaded.
Mum sighed, "alright get your coat, but only for half an hour." she said, but I was already out of the room, and pulling on my coat.
"shoes." mum reminded as she pulled on her own coat.
I grinned and pulled on a pair of flats, and took off running to the door.
We got to the park not much later, and I watched a little dark skinned boy chasing a girl around giggling, then I saw the swings, I always loved swings so I ran to them, stopping on the edge of the swing and I looked over and saw a man wearing a tweed jacket and a bow tie, then I sat down, "hello." I said.
The man looked up, "Hello." he replied.
I just watched him for a moment, he looked sad, but also old, sad and old, not a good mix if you ask me, "Why are you sitting on a swing?" I asked, he seemed much to sad, and much to old for the swings.
He smiled a little, "Why shouldn't I?" he asked.
I giggled, "because you're old." I told him.
He smiled again, a very sad smile, "Yes, that's true. That is very true." he admitted as though I had said something very funny.
I swing back and forth, "My mum says I shouldn't talk to strange men." I said glancing over at him.
He chuckled, "Ah, you mum's right." he said.
"Are you strange?" I asked, because if he's strange he would tell me right?
He grinned and laughed, "Oh, dear. I'm way past strange. I think I'm probably incredible." he said leaning over in his swing a little.
I giggled, then I looked at him, the way his shoulders slumped, and the way he didn't really seem happy even when he was laughing, "Are you lonely?" I asked him.
He was still smiling at me, "Why would I be lonely?" he asked.
I kicked the sand beneath the swing, "Because you're sad. Have you lost something?"
He shook his head, "no."
I didn't believe him, so I decided I would tell him what I do when I lose something, "When I lose something, I go to a quiet place and I close my eyes, and then I can remember where I put it." I told him
He smiled, "good plan."
"I'm always losing things. I lost my best pencil, my schoolbag, my gran, and my mojo" I said
He looks surprised, "Your mojo?"
I laughed, "I got it back though."
He smiled, looking a bit more cheerful, "Hey, that's good." he said.
I looked at him again, longer this time swinging lazily on the swing, "What did you lose?" I asked.
He looked away, "My friend. I met her twice before and I lost her both times, and now I don't think I'll ever find her again." he said.
I glanced at him, not sure why he was here if he was looking for a friend, "have you been looking?" I asked him.
He nodded, "Yeah, everywhere." he said.
I kick at the sand again, "That's sad." I told him.
He looked up, "it is a bit." he paused pointing over to my mum, who was talking to a blonde woman, "Hey, is that your mum?" he asked.
I nodded, then thought of how long it had been, and realized I was running out of play time, "Yeah, I'd better go and see if she's all right."
He nodded clacking his heels together, "Yeah, I think you better had." he said.
"How are you going to find her?" I asked looking up at him.
He smiled, "Well, the first two times I met her, I just sort of bumped into her, so I thought maybe if I just wandered about a bit, I might bump into her again. You know, like destiny, sort of."
I laugh, "That's rubbish." I told him.
He chuckled, "Yeah, I think it probably is. Hey, maybe I could find a quiet room and have a good think about it instead." he said.
I smiled, "That would be better. Goodbye." I said sliding off of the swing.
"Goodbye." he said.
I started off then I stopped and turned back to him, "Mister, I hope you find her again." I called.
He smiled sadly at me, "So do I." he said.
I turned and ran over to my mum, she knelt down beside me, "Who was that?" she asked.
"I was talking to a sad man." I told her.
Mum sighed, "Look, Clara Oswald, what have I told you about talking to strange men?" she asked.
"sorry mum." I said.
"alright don't do it again," She paused glancing at her watch, "c'mon time t head back home." she said.
I took her hand and we headed home.
Next time on Three Girls, Four Psychiatrists, An Estate and A Story
"I'm not crazy" I said crossing my arms defiantly over my chest.
"nobody's saying you are Amelia. I'm just saying sometimes when little girls go through what you have they may come up with, what's called an imaginary friend that will be whatever the child needs. In your case you wanted someone who would protect you, and promise to take you away." The crazy doctor said calmly, "but Amelia. That's all the Raggedy Doctor is, an imaginary friend. You have to stop going outside after dark, and waiting in the garden, because the Doctor isn't coming, because the Doctor is imaginary."
I crossed my arms over my chest, "he is real." I said, "he fixed the crack in my wall."
The crazy doctor nodded, "and he ate fish fingers and custard. Don't you see how strange that is?"
I shook my head, "No because he's the Doctor, and he's not people." I told him.
The crazy doctor came around the desk, "that's right he's not people, he's not real."
I glared at him, and jumped up sinking my teeth into his hand.
he pulled back with a shout, "WHAT THE HELL!"
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