This chapter was really hard for me to write, since i am still not over Eleven's departure, a part of me is still mourning. But the flame must be passed on. Everything's got to end sometime. Otherwise nothing would ever get started. This is about Twelve and a...fez! *Inspired by a single moment in the Day of the Doctor* Hope that it's not a terrible, terrible chapter. I am in no way an experienced writer.

Clara was walking down the narrow roads of an old Arabic market, with the Doctor by her side.

There were shops all around, with colorful pointy shoes that looked too fairy tale like to be true. Handmade dresses, woven with pearls and stones. Food everywhere, spices, dried peppers and fruits. Men telling stories or playing flute to a dancing snake. Women predicting the future. Even camels freely roaming around.

It was a place taken out of an exotic tale.

The Doctor was walking next to her, showing her a thing here and there, and explaining to her the history of that place. He was always there, showing her places she used to only dream about.

It had been months since he regenerated, so Clara already knew him well enough to not mind the differences with his previous incarnation. She knew that he still enjoyed exploring the universe more than anything else, she knew that he never got bored of showing her the world.

There were only moments, woven into their everyday life that she found herself, wondering what would his previous incarnation do or say when they were visiting a new planet, or confronting a new enemy. But there were only fleeting moments and she didn't let them hinder her relationship with this particular incarnation. He was after all the same man.

It was then, in that old market that she had one of those little moments.

She was trying out a long red dress, twirling around the shop and laughing when she accidentally threw down a large pile of scarves and hats.

Among them was a fez.

Clara grabbed the fez from the floor, cleaned it up a bit and examined it. It was a perfect shade of deep red, and the perfect size for his head, she couldn't help but wonder how it would look with his grey hair and his new attire. She quickly went inside the changing room, put her own dress on, left the red dress she was trying on there and payed for the hat.

The Doctor was nowhere in site, which would normally make Clara nervous, but not that moment. She had a plan, she would surprise the Doctor by putting the fez on his head without him seeing her. And a perfect plan it was...til it was ruined.

Apparently the Doctor had a message on his psychic paper, an invitation on some fancy ball hosted by a guy, who was famous around the universe for his habit of messing with human and alien DNA. Obviously the Doctor had to investigate so her surprise plan was left unattended.

Clara barely had the time to open her mouth and ask him about it, when the Doctor, grabbed her hand and urged her to run. She was still holding the fez in her hand, clutching it tightly, but he didn't seem to notice. His eyes were focused on the road ahead of him.

It was later in the little crammed up place the Doctor had parked the Tardis that she finally found the moment to tell him about her surprise.

"Look!" Clara exclaimed, donning a shy smile on her face. "I thought that it would look great on you." She was still clutching the hat, her hand now extended towards him. Yet the Doctor didn't make any move to take it. He simply glanced at her and told her that they had more important stuff to attend to.

"Someday, you could just walk past a fez - Never gonna happen."

That was what she had told him, a long time ago. She was only teasing him then.

She never thought that the day would come that he would do so.

She stared at the man in front of her, switching levers and pushing buttons, wondering who he was.

The thought, however, left her mind the moment he looked at her, extended his hand and told her, come along...Pond. They had arrived.

He had called her "Pond".

He used to do that sometimes, now and then, he would say something without realizing it. Almost absentmindedly. He would go stiff then, his face cold and expressionless, a shadow of his past passing in his eyes. There were moments like these, when Clara knew that he was after all the same man.

Her Doctor.

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In "The time of the Doctor"

SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS

Clara asked Eleven "Who's Amelia?" which strikes me as odd, since she was in his time stream, she should have a faint idea of who Amy is.

This line though says that she doesn't know.

(Or Moffat, made Clara ask that just to get Matt to say "The first face this face saw". Reinforcing the idea that Clara is Twelve's Amelia/Rose-the first face his face saw. And also reinforcing the importance of Amy, the first person he saw, now lost to him, yet in his final moments the need to see her still being there)

I think that one day in the future, the Doctor will talk to Clara about Amy&Rory and his other companions, if he never talked about them before. So i wrote this little scene, with Clara knowing what Pond means. Maybe it's cheesy, but that line was so significant to Eleven's run that i thought that Twelve would absentmindedly say it someday.

P.S i was thinking of ending it with "She never thought that the day would come that he would do so." but passing the torch, passing the torch, so i continued it.