This story is like 100% AU in case you hadn't noticed haha. Clara's a history teacher because I always felt like she should be idk… also there's enough English teachers at Waterloo Road to last us a lifetime. Anyway, let's go.

Chapter 3

1.25pm.

"Oooo look she's new!"

"This'll be a doss, she looks well easy."

"I might be 'well easy' but I still have good hearing." Clara sighed internally. The lesson started less than 30 seconds ago and she'd still not actually spoken a word to the class. It was beginning to dawn on her that she was stuck stood at the front, staring at them all but not actually doing anything. "Alright Clara. Sort yourself out. Prove you can do this…"

"Quiet down now, let's get started." In all fairness they probably didn't even hear that, it was more of a hope than a plea. "Quiet! Come on you all chose to be here." No luck. In fact that only seemed to make things worse for her. Pausing, she stepped back to look away for a moment just to allow herself to recover.

1.35pm.

"Um… Miss… are you okay?" So she hadn't intended to stay facing the wrong way for quite this long, neither had she noticed the class go quiet, or the girl who was currently stood behind her move forward to her desk. Therefore, Clara didn't have a clue quite what had happened in the last 5 minutes. She turned around confidently.

"Yes. Yes I'm fine. Are we finally ready to start learning some history? The last 10 minutes sure aren't going down in textbooks…" The girl stood in front of her smiled and returned to her seat – one of the good ones, although there was sadness there too.

3.25pm. By the end of a very long double lesson she'd learnt a few names, including the girl who had spoken to her previously. Chlo Grainger. She seemed to have a bit of influence over the class, it was possible she'd been the one to quieten them down, however her best guess was the boy sat next to her (who was quite clearly the boyfriend) Donté, an interesting lad. He was clearly a rebel, a trouble maker, a plain pain in the butt, but at the same time he had respect – Clara hadn't really met anyone like him before. Either way, the rest of the lesson went fairly smoothly and history was indeed taught. A success. And now the day had come to an end, which was a little strange to be quite frank, she wasn't entirely sure what to with herself…

"School's out now isn't it?. In you come. I have wine this time." She'd never turned round so fast in her life, and sure enough in front of Clara's eyes stood him, again, with a glass of wine…

"Impatient are we?" This wasn't a joke. Clara grabbed the wine off him and put it down on the side. "Except you could have been away for weeks, months, so why couldn't you just give it another hour?"

"Me."

"What?"

"That's what caused Hitler's rise to power. Me. I stopped him being accidentally killed. Now, where shall we go?" He came out with the strangest of stories. Clara believed them all, of course, she'd been on enough journeys to discover that anything can happen with the Doctor around. It was magical, beautiful, but now was really not the time to be discussing it.

Staff were beginning to head towards the staffroom now before heading home, Clara spotted them walking past her classroom.

"Damn it Doctor! Tardis. Go." She practically pushed him back in to the cupboard, not looking behind her. Once they were in he was back in his element, walking around pressing buttons Clara still didn't understand. She couldn't be bothered to argue, she didn't really want to if she was honest, why would you? Travelling in space and time versus a night in lesson planning?

"Clara… did I do something? You look… what's the word? Frustrated. A bit like an angry school teacher."

"I am an angry school teacher! You know I enjoy this, albeit if I fear for my life most times I step in here, I wouldn't change it…"

"Clara."

"But I love my job, I love what I do… just because I'm fully qualified now doesn't mean I have more time on my hands…"

"Clara."

"And don't start on time travel; I'm not going there again. I don't want to have this argument every time; I just think you need to think about when you're going to just appear…"

"Clara."

"WHAT?!"

"Just… look outside will you? I'm going to make tea." And he disappeared. Clara walked over to the door and opened it slowly. The view that she found outside the door took her breath away, she couldn't quite believe that colours that were swelling in front of her. Purples, greens, yellows, and almost a silvery colour that shined in the middle of them all. The perfect mixture of all of them and starts shining through the centre. It was perfect, beautiful and immediately calming. Clara instinctively sat herself down, carefully letting her feet hang outside the door and lent back on her hands. Suddenly she realised what was going on here and a wash of guilt ran over her for being so harsh. He still cared, The Doctor still cared. He was different, maybe he didn't know how to show it anymore – their relationship was different now after all.

4.00pm… maybe.

"Tea's here." The Doctor handed her the mug, standing behind her in the door.

"You took your time," she smiled up at him, showing she didn't mean anything by it.

"Sorry, had to rebuild the kitchen. Must have got it slightly wrong it seems to be a mile away!" She laughed, that felt good. Then there was a small pause of silence while they both looked outside. "The Galmien star. It burns so powerfully it causes this beautiful colour show. I like to come here after a hard day, I thought it might be perfect today."

"You were right… thank you."

"Good. I'll just leave you there for a while. Things to do, buttons to press." Good to know he wasn't softening too much.

The beauty in front of her was wonderful. For a moment she could forget the real life stress, and there was nothing attacking her either. It wasn't an escape, just a moment away for some space. Today went well, but it was hard. The pressure she'd put herself under had affected her more than she cared to share, and some of the things that happened had hurt her too. She wasn't one to share her feelings like that, she just got on with it, thinking of everyone else. That wasn't about to change, but this was good. Really good. Perfect.

I know this chapter is quite short but I felt it right to end it here. The next one might have a bit of matchmaking involved ;) thanks for reading!