Hey! Sorry for the wait! I just got busy with school and stuff...and watching Doctor Who...anyone else love Clara? lol

Anyways, I tried my best not to, but I have decided to make this story a musical...I'm sorry. It won't happen until the next chapter or the next, though, and if you don't like it you can always skip it.

I'd like to take this moment, to thank everyone who, reviewed, Favorited, followed, and read this story. It means the world to me that you guys like it! So thank you so much. :)

*Benedict Cumberbatch's voice* Shall we begin?

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thank you loverlies!

Shay

Years passed on. Rose Tyler and Clara Oswald grew into Beautiful young ladies, with many admirers. But out of the two, The Doctor had his eye on a certain blonde haired Angel. He watched as she grew up, he taught her music…He was her Angel of Music! He believed in his heart, that he knew all along that she was the one who would steal it. She was his angel, his savior from the darkness that would, no doubt, consume him if he gave into it. He was terrified of becoming the monster everyone believed he was. Everyone but her, Clara Oswald. His best friend, his Soufflé girl. She truly was impossible. Helping and befriending someone as ugly and mad as him. But then again, she was his Impossible girl….

"Are you sulking again?" a female voice asked

The Doctor jumped up quickly, "No!" he cried defensively, straightening his bowtie, "I never sulk."

"You were sitting in a small blue wooden box from "Casus in Spatio et Tempore," Clara pointed out, crossing her arms. Her teasing smirk in its usual place on her lips.

"I…you…Shut up!" He scowled "It helps me think."

She rolled her brown eyes, "whatever you say, Mr. Mad Man is a Blue Box." she looked down at it "Why did you even keep that blue box?"

"I liked the color." Was his only reply, before he ran to his piano and started to play.

Clara sighed, and put a basket with fresh baked rolls on the table. "I baked extra for you."

The Doctor nodded his head in thanks, and continued to play.

Clara sat down in a chair she claimed as her own, nibbled on a roll and listened to the music he was playing.

The Doctor continued to play till the song was over which received a clap from Clara.

"That was beautiful!" Clara grinned "Defiantly one of your best."

The Doctor smiled at her, "thank you, Ms. Oswald."

"Ms. Oswald? You're doing that again?" the brown-haired beauty laughed, "You know I hate formalities."

"Yes, but it is so fun to see you get annoyed." He smirked, then he grew serious "How's Rose?"

"Oh, she's alright. Obsessing over her Angel of Music." She gave him a pointed look. "I still don't like what you are doing, Doctor. I just know that something bad is going to happen, and I don't want to see anyone gets hurt."

"Clara, I can't promise what will or won't happen in the future, but I have to continue. I.." He took a deep breath, "Well, you know…and if this is the only way for her to notice me without being afraid, then I'm taking it."

She sighed, "Then do what you must." She said, giving him a small smile

"Oh, Clara Oswald! You are beautiful!" He kissed her forehead, "You are a sister to me and I couldn't be more grateful!"

"Sister?" Clara whispered to herself

"I must go, it's nearly time for Rose's lesson!" He jumped up and ran out of the room

'Little he knows, Little he cares…' Clara sang to the empty room, before running off to get ready for rehearsal.

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