Old Friends

Clara opened her eyes, she didn't seem to have been knocked out this time. She was fully awake, sitting on a bench. She got up and looked around. It looked like London, just not as modern as she hoped for. She walked around the streets, women wearing stiff collars and long skirts, men in coats, waistcoats, top hats. Clara seemed to be a strange spectacle to them, she definitely looked out of place with her short blue dress, turquoise cardigan and black tights. She could feel people staring at her, but she didn't care, she just wanted to get back home. She found a newspaper on another bench reading "The Times", she looked at the upper right corner. "April 22, 1909". Not exactly where she wanted to be, but she was alone, this time it seemed that no one could help her. It hadn't occurred to her that she didn't have her wallet or phone on her until she started to get a little hungry, when was the last time she ate? She wasn't sure. She felt her eyes getting heavy, she hadn't slept in a while either. Clara walked back over to the bench, and let herself rest, she let her eyes close.

"Excuse me ma'am?" she felt a hand on her, and slowly opened her eyes to see a woman standing in front of her. Her long light auburn hair stood out from the rest, gingery. She wore dark turquoise classic victorian dress, holding a basket. "Are you alright?" She had a Scottish accent. Clara took her head off the bench and got up.

"Sort of?" the woman looked confused, but hopeful, almost.

"Why are you laying on this bench?"

"I fell asleep," Clara sat up.

"Why don't you come to my place, and you can talk to me there."

"Oh, no it's fine!"

"I insist!" She started to walk and looked back at Clara, "Coming?" She stood up from the bench, and followed. They were an odd looking couple, walking down the streets, people again, did stare. She lead her to an apartment like place. They walked up the stairs and went inside. "Rory, I'm home!" she called, walking in. Rory... That's a strange name for Victorian London... A man with light brown hair emerged from the kitchen, he wore a light blue collared shirt and a vest.

"Hello Sweetie," they kissed in that way married couples seemed to do, "How was the market?" he said, walking out of the kitchen.

"I got the groceries," she walked into the kitchen, setting the basket down on the table. Clara couldn't remember whether or not people had said "groceries" in Victorian London. She turned around to look at her, "Have a seat," she sat down at the kitchen table, and Clara followed her actions. "So, tell me, what time period are you from?" Clara looked at her, surprised. "Are you from the 2010s?" How did she know?

"Yeah," a smile grew on her face, she stood up walking towards the window.

"I remember, years ago what it had been like. I traveled with a friend of mine, who had taken me away with him on the night before my wedding day," she smiled "We had some of the craziest adventures... And my husband came with us too, and we'd go around and we tried to save people," she turned back and looked at Clara "He even ended up marrying my daughter... Yeah, it was weird." Clara smiled at her, remembering of her own adventures. "I remember my last day in that world, we did nothing but run,"

"If you were from 2000, why are you here?"

"I should be asking you the same question," she smiled, grabbing the basket, and starting to put things away. "But on that last day, we had been running, from these creatures, they were called 'Weeping Angels', Rory had gotten touched by one and flung back in time. I had to make the decision to never see my friend again, and possibly my daughter, but I took the chance, and here I am." Clara remembered hearing about Weeping Angels from the Doctor, she was sure Moffat had mentioned something about them too. "But anyways, enough about me, how in the world did you manage to get yourself here? You weren't touched by a Weeping Angel too?"

"No, it's a pretty crazy story, actually."

"Well, I'm always in the mood for a good story." Clara looked at her, and began telling her story. After Clara was done, she stood there in shock.

"Do you... know the Doctor?"

"Yeah, he's the one who took me to meet Sherlock, I travel with him," she started to tear up, for years she hadn't seen the Doctor, or talked to him at all, and now, here sat his new companion. "Are you alright?" Amy smiled at her.

"Yeah," she looked up, wiping her eyes "It's just, I used to travel with him, he was that friend I was talking about," she shook her head and smiled "I haven't seen him in so long."

"I'm sorry, but what was your name? I never quite caught it."

"Amelia Williams, but the Doctor knows us as the Ponds, you?"

"Clara Oswald."

"Well Clara, it is a pleasure to meet you... I have favor to ask, would you mind giving the Doctor a letter for me?" Clara smiled.

"Of course, that is, if I can find a way to get back," she pulled the button out of her pocket, "This is what brought me here," handing it to Amy.

"Don't worry, we'll figure something out." Clara ended up staying the night, trying to figure out how exactly it worked. She told them everything Moffat had told her. There wasn't much in Victorian London that could really help, she had tried to get in touch with Madame Vastra, but no luck. There was one thing that they could try which they didn't know whether or not it would even work, but it was worth a try. She stood in the living room with the button's chain around her neck, Amy handed her a small envelope.

"Thank you," she said, holding Clara's hand with the envelope. Rory walked into the room.

"Okay, let's hope this works," he said. Clara looked at the two of them, standing side by side. She saw Rory grabbing Amy's hand, their fingers intertwining, she realized this unbreakable love. And she remembered Sherlock, she wanted something like that.

"Thank you, I'll be sure to tell the Doctor how you are doing… If this works," she exhaled, "Goodbye," she closed her eyes thinking again, about the Doctor, back to London, back into his time stream. She pressed the button.

Oh look, it's me. Hi there! Sorry I haven't posted in sooooo long, but here it is! Yay Ponds! Thank you so much if you've been reading this far! It means a lot! Also, please review! I like to be critiqued on my work to it can be the best I can possibly make it for y'all! :)

~Magikath

Btw: my spelling and grammar are not on point so plz tell me if I did something wrong.