A/N: I'll be posting as many I could before and after the 50th episode of Doctor Who. This is what has been on my mind, sorry if there are spoilers and grammar errors. Probably post every 3-5 hours I'll post because I'm flooding with ideas. If you want, I'll add a rhyme to a few chapters.

The Doctor was reading the computer a poem by Gene Galen:

The man who came to save

will have an early grave.

Not paying heed the warnings that surround.

Fly straight to the battleground.

The Doctor looks at the writing closely filled with interested, "Hmm...this Gene can surely write."

He reads the title of the poem, "'Migrate Water,' interesting title."

He looks around the TARDIS as he pulls down a screen, he frowns at the thing.

"Can't believe today is the anniversary of-" he stop when he hears loud knocking on the TARDIS's doors.

"Doctor! Doctor!" he hears Clara shouting as he turns around and sees her opening the doors.

"Come quick!" she grabs his hand and pulls at him.

"What?" he asks confused.

"Oh! Just come and I'll tell you," she states as she turns around and pulls his arm.

"Wait what?" the Doctor speaks confused as Clara is pulling.

"Just move it," she states as they approach the door.

She releases him, "Just follow me."

She runs out the door, leaving the Doctor rather confused.

"But... What?" he asks as he finally gives in and follows after Clara.

When he finds her by an alleyway, touching the surrounding buildings like she's trying to find something.

"What the hell is this place?" he asks her.

"Just some old alleyway, nothing really special..." she states while looking as the Doctor looks at her, "What? You practically dragged me out of the TARDIS to a regular, plain old alleyway for nothing?"

"Use your sonic screwdriver here," she points to a spot and he looks at her incredulous.

"What?" she asks him.

"That's what I like to know? What is going on here?" he asks as he looks around.

She bites her lip as she tries to think of something, "Just... A saw someone looking through the window. I went after the person and they went into the direction, but when I cam here. Nothing. Like the person just disappeared into thin air."

"That's not possible," the Doctor states as he looks at the alley, "Actually, given what I've seen... It could happen, but that's not the point."

He pulls out his sonic screw driver and scans the alleyway. He closes it and examines it, "What? That can't be right?"

"What? What? Doctor, what is it? What can't be?" Clara asks as he looks between the sonic device and the alleyway.

He runs back away from the alleyway with Clara in tow as she screams, "What is it Doctor?!"

They run into the TARDIS as the Doctor paces around with Clara coming in and closing the doors.

"What is it Doctor? Why did you run?" she asks him.

"The results said there is nothing. Nothing has entered in the alleyway for hours that is human," he explains.

"But... I know what i saw. It looked like a person," Clara replies as she walks up to him.

He turns his head and rubs it, "Doesn't make sense. A store and now this woman and you? What is the connection?"

Clara turns her head and sees a screen, she walks over to it as the Doctor tries to think. He turns his head and see her walking to the screen. He quickly steps in front of it, "Clara, what are you doing?"

"Just wondering why the screen is low?" she states as the Doctor blocks her way.

"Just...a remainder," the Doctor states as he looks away from her with sadden eyes.

"A remainder of what?" she ask him.

He sighs as he covers his mouth, "Just that..."

He looks at her, "Today is the anniversary of the..."

He breaths, "The Great Time War."

"Time War?" Clara asks confused by the term.

"The Time War..." he gulps, "The Time War was the war between mighty races, the Time Lords and the Daleks. The grandiose battle; the biggest and most important battle in history "for the sake of all creation" will never be heard. It resulted... It resulted in the destruction of Gallifrey, my home. My people were destroyed, but they took the Daleks with them."

"Yeah...it was hell," he adds.

"I ran away and never looked back and always had the guilt to accompany me," he finishes.

"Is that why you want companions?" Clara asks him, "To help ease your pain?"

"When I see the human race evolve, change and survive; it helps. It helps to remember the good parts of my life and deeds," he answers.

"Isn't there anything else?" she asks him.

"Well, there's that and...to find a place to belong," he comments with a sad smile, "A place to belong."

"You know how people say I know how you feel, but have no idea of how you actually feel?" Clara speaks as the Doctor looks at her, "I know how you feel."

Clara grabs his hand and squeezes it, "I know exactly how you feel. Don't we all want to belong in a place."

Both smile as she releases his hand.

"Was it bad?" she asks him.

"You know the feeling of when you are in a free-fall and wonder if you'll ever get caught or hit something?" he questions her.

"I'm still falling," he adds.

"The Time Lords were amicable and strong, always wanting to help in anyway we could. Help whether they be ally or enemy, anyone in dire need. Now, I'm all that's left. Left of the great race," he finishes.

"But...how was it?" she asks him, "You didn't kill people?"

"The sky was set ablaze of fire and metal as the Daleks came to invade my home. Using many instruments of war to their advantage:the Skaro Degradations, the Horde of Travesties, the Nightmare Child, the Could-have-been King with his army of Meanwhiles and Never-weres. The battle to protect turned into war... The War turned into hell not long after. And that's what I've seen and help create, Hell. A world craving blood, starving for bloodlust. A world I no longer knew," he speaks sadly, "so I ran away."

Clara could only imagine the pain the Doctor was in as she dropped tears after hearing the story.

He turns to her and smiles, "No need to cry. Clara, I'm alright. I'm fine really. I don't mind that-"

"People never acknowledge you," she states as she dries her tears.

"The human race has you to protect them, a guardian angel and many of them will never know. They will never know how great a man you truly are. How do you handle it? Being nothing but an imagery person, a fairy tale to us? Like a ghost, you're here a second and then gone. Knowing that when people stared at you...they don't know what they're looking at. If I were in your situation, it might've taken over my life. I couldn't handle the fact of me being a ghost and not having anyone remember who I am, was or to be. How did it not take control over your life?" she questions him

"I tried not to think about me. I've people I care about, I focus on them. Most of the time, it all works out itself. Most of the time," he said as he turns his head so he and Clara could see the screen.