It was a pleasant day in England. It was sunny and brisk, but pleasant. The birds were chirping, the bees were buzzing – okay, now we're sounding cliché. I'm going to move on now…

Clara Oswin Oswald was sitting on a park bench, wanting to enjoy this pleasant day. But, or course, she was reading a book. She was so engrossed in said book that she didn't even hear the distinctive sound of the TARDIS materializing behind her. That groaning, wheezing sound, which brings hope to all that hear it.

But, she did notice a man plopping down on the park bench beside her. He seemed oblivious to her, off in his own little world. She was a handsome, rugged man. He had a buzz cut, which didn't help his huge ears. He also wore very dark clothing with a distinctive leather jacket. He also had a forlorn look on his face, the expression so natural looking, it looked as if he had it for a long time. She felt as if she knew the man, but had never seen him before in her life. She would know – he had that presence that no one would forget. Almost like a soldier. Clara then turned back to her book, content that the man wouldn't bother her.

But then, he started talking. Not to her. But to himself. Very loudly. "I don't know what to do anymore," he stated, "I've just about given up I don't know how much longer I can keep this up. My guilt, it's slowly eating me. She, oh, she was beautiful. Even though I was only with her for a little while, she took that guilt away. She reminded me of Her. Of my wife. But, no. She won't come. Even when she knew that it could travel through space! I might have forgot to mention that it went through time too, but she'd already declined. Please, I don't know what to do. I don't know where I am…" He dropped his head into his hands. It seemed his little speech was done.

"Well, maybe you should tell her that it also travels though time," Clara suggested, before slamming her mouth shut, realizing that she had just spoken aloud. His head whipped around to face her, just now realizing that she was there.

"What?" he asked.

"Maybe, you should tell her that it also travels though time," Clara said again, slower.

"I don't know,' he muttered, "I've already lost so much, my home, my wife, my daughter,"

"You should, you deserve a chance at happiness. Everyone does," Clara said matter-of-factly, quoting her mother. The man in the leather started to nod, a slow one at first, but then it slowly got more aggressive and self-assured.

"I think I will." He said. "Maybe this time, everyone can live, she can help me save everyone,' he turned to go, without even thanking her.

"Wait!" Clara said, grabbing his hand. Then something came over her, as if another presence invaded her mind. "Run my clever boy, find our darling daughter, and remember,' Her eyes stated to glow a golden color. Then, her head snapped forward and she fell unconscious.


The Doctor didn't know what had happened. He figured that the women that looked like his wife had just brought up memories of said wife. He didn't know if his actual wife had done this, because he tried to forget as many memories as he could from the Time War. He shook his head. Then, he got back in his TARDIS and went back to where he had left Rose.


He then proceeded to regain his light in the dark with 8 simple words, "Did I mention that it travels in Time?" Clara Oswin Oswald saved the Doctor's life again, even though she wasn't one of the echoes. Even the original did a little saving before she met the Eleventh regeneration.


A.N. – Hi! I hope you guys like it. Sorry if the 9th Doctor is a little out of character, I always thought he had a softer said, or that he was always putting up a mask to hide his true self. I will take some reviews for which you guys want Clara to be, if you guys want. Thanks for reading!