When I woke up, I was in my bed. My head aching, I almost didn't remember what had happened last night that had palmist ruined my relationship with the Doctor... but of course, my memory had to redeem itself, and my mood was ruined.

I saw the Doctor in the doorway. He was leaning against the doorframe, looking down with a serious look on his face.

"Saffron... Do you really want to go home?" He said.

I was tired, but I could still answer him with an, "I don't know. I really don't know what's going on."

I could remember doing something with Nina and being near to fainting yesterday, but I couldn't remember why or how.

"Doctor, why can't I remember half of what happened yesterday night?"

He replied, "Saffron, you hit the reset button on your timeline. You can't remember because when you hit that button, it wipes out all your memories but the ones you want and the things you should know after your timeline is reset; Your name. Your race. Important names of family and friends. They are all remembered, but when you hit that button you started with forgetting recent events."

I remembered now. "I don't know what I want to do, Doctor."

The Doctor looked less serious and more like a friend. "Well, Saffron, if you stay with me... We can have the best of times. But if you go... You have to forget all we did, and you might even have to die in war against the dalek's. Then again, you WILL see your family again. But..." He paused, "am I more your family, or are the other Gallifreyans? It won't be breathtaking when you return. It would be like you never left."

I suddenly said, "come with me! You can go home!"

He smiled and looked right into my eyes. He had wise, old man's eyes. Eyes that could tell me anything. "Saffron, the universe is my home. The TARDIS is my home. I couldn't leave. I couldn't leave Clara... I have yet to find out who she is."

I didn't understand what last part, but I guessed it was personal.

I decided. "Doctor, this is hard for me, but I need to be there for my family, my friends, in their time of war. I will miss you, Doctor. I'm going to make sure I remember you. Even just a bit. Whenever, on Gallifrey, someone says "doctor," I will make it so I remember you just for a second. Because that's all it takes, a second to remember the times we had.

Doctor, I need to go home."

•••••

I hated to have to go. I really did. I had typed into that damned typewriter that I wanted to remember him every time the word was mentioned, but I always found myself typing "I don't want to forget". Anything. I didn't want to forget anything. Not Nina, not the Doctor, not Clara, not the times we all shared. I wanted to remember everything. But if I did, I swear it would drive me mad, because I would know that I couldn't ever again see my father, my friend, and my companion.

And yet, I had asked the Doctor to help get the TARDIS set up for me. I still couldn't stand the thought of my race dying forever in a time-locked black hole of war. I needed to be there. Being the only Timelady left made me feel guilty, like I should have been down there with them.

Did the Doctor feel that guilt? Did the Doctor feel so lonely that he just wanted to unlock Gallifrey for his own good? He was certainly a mad-man, but I never thought that loneliness could have caused it.

Clara was hugging me. She was crying. "I know you won't end up remembering me saying this, but... Stay safe. Don't get yourself killed." She was like a nanny. It was ironic for her to say that; I was going to get killed by a Dalek at one point, I knew. And if I did, if the Doctor found that Dalek, he wouldn't see the light again.

"Your ready." Said the Doctor blankly. He was really taking this hard. Then again, I was too.

"Hit the button. Get it over with. Please. I need to see them again."

And so he did. Immediately, all the energy left my body. Already, I was hanging on to my memories.

I fell, and the Doctor caught me. He just sat there, cradling me, tears falling off his face. "Doctor... Can I tell you something?"

Doctor, I want you to know that we had the best of times. You took care of me like a dad. And Clara, you are my best friend. I literally can't explain how much fun I had with you two. You saved me from being bored to death with my "one day vacation", put me in Egyptian history, and helped me find my new self after regeneration. You changed my life, Doctor. I wouldn't be the girl I am today without you.

That's what I wanted to say. I didn't have the energy, so what I did say was "I'm gonna miss you." That pretty much summed it up.

Clara, the nanny, was not crying, because she knew it would be harder for me. The Doctor had little tears though. "Doctor, why are you sad? This is happy," I tried to cheer him up, "I'm gonna see them again."

He smiled. "I'm happy crying, Saffron. Completely and utterly happy crying. And so are you."

I, with all my energy, reached up and touched my face. He was right. Happy tears rained down. I... I finally understood it. You cried when you were happy because some things are just to great to laugh about.

"Doctor..." It was getting harder to talk now, "you've known me long enough, and you're part of my race, so you won't freak out when I ask... would you like to know my name? It's the least I could do. We are too close for you NOT to know my real name".

He smiled and leaned in for me to whisper, because we both knew that Clara couldn't hear my name, no matter how much I loved her.

He leaned away. His face was confused. "Saffron... if you translate your name to English... what does it say?" I had never thought about it.

Suddenly, my body glowed gold. I knew what was going to happen next. "Hey, Clever Boy. Remember me." The last thing I saw before I slowly disappeared was the Doctor's surprised face, and him yelling, "CLARA!"...

•••••

I sat at home. I felt as if something important had just happened. "I just need a walk," I thought as I strolled through the red grass.

•••••

"She's YOU!" The Doctor yelled at me.

"Um, Doctor... why would you think a little Timelady girl was me?"

"Her name... her last words, the things she said after she regenerated, she's good with children..."

"Um, Doctor, her name is in Gallifreyan. What's about her name?"

"It translated into English, Clara. Any language can. It said Clara."

The Doctor had told me a long time ago about how he had seen before, and how I died. I thought he was crazy. I really did. But sometimes you just have to accept the impossible when you travel with the Doctor.

"Ok. So her name was the same as mine."

"Clara. Remember your wifi password? Rycbar? Run you clever boy and remember? Those were almost her exact last wor-"

"How do you know my computer password? Did I say it out loud again?"

The Doctor brushed my comment off. "It could be possible. That timeline thing she used... it has glitches. Her timeline could have been messed up. Born into different timelines, sometimes born into a different race... a different planet."

He looked at me and gave me that boyish grin.

It seemed to make sense to him, but to me, it was all a big jumble. The Doctor's speech was always a jumble of unknown words. But I did get it. I was Saffron; or rather, I was Clara.

The Doctor hugged me. One of those "I missed you" or "I'm glad your save" or even "never again" hugs. The hug that only the Doctor and children's parents had mastered.

"Clara... Clara, we know who you are. We know who you are!"

Fine.

**AUTHORS NOTE: Well, hope you liked it! I know I didn't really follow the real Clara theory, but I already warned you that this was written before the Name of the Doctor, so ya; anyways, I really hope you liked the story!**