You guys will be getting a treat today! This chapter is about 2000 words long! Also, there's a bit of drama in here. Enjoy! :D

John Smith wasn't one for writing a letter to people on a regular basis. He used to write them to his parents every now and then back when they were alive but since his sister resides only an hour away from London, he didn't see the point of constantly keeping in touch with her. She had a habit of making unannounced visits.

However, since he met Clara Oswald, he had written and received more letters he did for a year. So when a new letter came in for him one evening, there was no doubt in his mind Clara wanted to tell him all about her meeting with her suitor.

As he was about to unfold the letter, he heard a loud knock coming from the entrance. His face immediately lit up, as he rose from his seat and walked towards the front door. It must be Clara.

The door swung open, but it wasn't a beautiful woman with a cute nose staring at him with those wide eyes of her. No. It was just his sister, Missy.

She grinned at him. "I have never seen you with that expression before - you expecting company?" she asked, as he stepped aside to let her in. The smile on his face was immediately replaced by a frown.

"No," he denied, closing the door. "To what do I owe you the pleasure, Missy?"

Missy looked around the living room, twirling around. "You were definitely expecting someone. A stupid grin is a rare thing on that face of yours, especially when you have to greet someone at the door."

Her sharp eyes immediately saw the letter her brother held in his right hand. She tried her best not to smile but couldn't help herself.

"What brings you here?" he growled.

She gave him a mock expression of being offended. "I was checking up on you, silly. You haven't written to me in months. Just wanted to be sure my only baby brother isn't dead."

"Well, he's alive and well, thank you. I'm sure you can show yourself out," John replied before retreating into his office.

Missy followed closely behind him before snatching the letter swiftly from his hand.

"Missy!" he hissed as she ran in the opposite direction.

"A love letter!" she exclaimed, plopping herself on the sofa as she scanned through the contents. However, before she had the chance to even read the first paragraph, John snatched it away.

"Get out."

She remained seated, checking her nails. "This is why you're alone and miserable."

"I'm not miserable!" he argued.

His sister rolled her eyes. While he did have a comfortable life as a doctor and part-time lecturer, she knew how terrible he was at being alone. What surprised her, however, was how long he was able to cope with it.

"I don't see anything wrong if you decide to court someone – young, old or even ancient," she teased, earning a scowl from him. "But judging by the handwriting, I'm going to make a wild guess she's a young lady."

John was silent. If he denied everything, she wouldn't believe him the slightest. There was no point arguing with her and he wasn't sure if his relationship with Clara is purely friendship. He was confused.

"So, do you want me to perhaps, start sniffing around or do you want to come clean?"

John glared at his sibling. Why did Missy have to be so… Missy.

Harold crossed his arms as he looked out the window, waiting for the imminent arrival of Idris. While his cousin was fond of her, he wasn't. They had a bad start the first time he met her and have been ever since.

John on the other hand, was completely ecstatic. While he had only been away from Idris for only a few days, he had missed her terribly.

"So what's the plan, again, once Idris is here?" Harold asked.

The young man turned around excitedly. "Introduce her to Clara, of course! She knows I'm coming to see her today."

"And are you absolutely sure she's the Clara girl you met many moons ago?"

John sighed. "Yes. You've been asking me that eleven times now."

"I just wanted to be sure and I hope for your sake, they'll get off to a good start. Idris hates me."

John merely grinned. "That's because you called her a crazy horse."

Harold pursed his lips. "She is a crazy horse!"

However, before they could continue, they heard the sound of a carriage pulling over.

"She's here!" John exclaimed as he walked past his cousin, walking as fast as his legs could carry him to the front entrance.

When he stepped outside, he was greeted by the sight of a carriage connected to a wagon. Several men then went to the back to unlock the door.

One of the caretakers walked in and a moment later emerged with Idris, John's beloved horse, and best friend.

"Hello, old girl," he murmured, rubbing her face. "Did you miss me? I know I've missed you."

The horse nickered, nuzzling his hand. Her happy mood didn't last very long as soon as she saw Harold Saxon in her sights. She started neighing.

"Hello, Idris," he said, giving her a sarcastic smile. He made sure to be at a safe distance away from her. "I hope you had the most pleasant of journeys."

John immediately diverted her attention. "How about I take you out for a ride? I would like to introduce you to someone."

Idris snorted, and John took that as a yes from her.

"Alright then, I'll let you rest for a while and then saddle you up."

It took a lot of willpower for Harold not to throw another sarcastic remark. His cousin was treating his pet horse as if she was royalty.

"Well, have fun introducing her to Clara. I hope it goes well, unlike what happened to me."

Clara had thought that the next time she would see John Foreman again, it would at least take a week after the first meeting but no. Apparently, he was eager to talk to her again and introduce her to someone. At least that's what she had been informed.

If there was one place she wanted to go more than anywhere else, it would be to visit the Doctor again. She yearned for his company, but it would seem her plan had to be cancelled as Bowtie or Chin Boy, as everyone had taken to calling John Foreman, will be visiting.

As she waited for his arrival, she couldn't help but be baffled at the sight that greeted her as she looked through the window. Clara had expected John to arrive in a carriage but no, he came all the way to her home riding a horse.

"That's a first," Donna commented, spying from the first floor.

"What is?" asked a maid.

Donna nodded at the window. "Chin Boy came here riding a horse."

Everyone rushed to where Donna stood. Some of the girls giggled.

"I bet he's going to win Clara's heart."

"He looks so dashing!"

Donna silently looked on. It looks like Dr John Smith has a serious competitor.

"Throughout my life, I have never had any of my suitors come galloping by on a horse," Clara commented as she stepped outside, just when John dismounted from the animal.

"First for everything, I suppose," he replied, taking her hand and kissing it.

She pulled her hand away immediately and decided to change the subject by admiring the horse. "Is this the 'someone' you wanted to introduce me to?"

John smiled proudly. "Yes. Clara, this is Idris. Idris, this is Clara Oswald."

"She's beautiful."

The horse, however, wasn't as pleased to meet a stranger. It snorted.

"Thank you, she was given to me as a birthday present for my 27th birthday from my father," John said as they began to walk to the gardens. Idris followed behind quietly, led by her master.

"I see, I can see that the both of you are good friends."

He merely nodded, his mind occupied over how to tell Clara he was her childhood friend. "Speaking of friends," he began. "Have you ever been to the beach before?"

Clara stared at John with a flabbergasted look. It was an odd question. "Yes, of course… why do you ask?"

He smiled at her nervously. "Do you remember how the leaf you cherish so much, blew away and a boy swam into the sea to retrieve it for you?"

His question had caused her to stop dead in her tracks. She remembered the story, even after 20 years. She cherished the memory of spending the whole day with the boy who got his clothes wet just to return the leaf to her.

"You're the same John I met…" she stammered.

He grinned at her. "Hello, my Impossible Girl," he murmured before enveloped her in a hug and twirled her around the garden.

Once he set her down, she placed a hand on his cheek. "You look different," she commented.

"I think it's because I frown so much these days from being forced to court women," he joked.

Idris began snorting, and they kept some distance between them, they continued walking.

"I thought I would never see you again after that day. You were the first few friends I ever made."

"I'm glad fate has brought us together again."

Idris began snorting again, she was growing impatient. John calmed her down by stroking her mane.

Clara stared at the animal warily. "She seems agitated if you ask me."

"Sorry, but Idris tends to get impatient if we're out in the open and I don't take her out for a ride. Perhaps you would like to ride her?"

Clara's eyes widened. "Oh no, I don't think that's a good idea."

John chuckled. "I promise you she doesn't bite. Besides, she doesn't misbehave when I'm with her. Come on," he beckoned.

She looked at the horse and then back at John before placing her hand in his palm. "Alright, I suppose I could give it a shot."

He helped her mount the horse and for the first few moments, Idris was calm, but the next thing Clara knew, the horse began neighing.

"Idris, calm down!" John said, but she became more aggressive by the second.

"John, I think-"

The horse dashed off by surprise and because Clara was inexperienced, she fell instantly.

"Clara!" John yelled, rushing to her side. "Are you hurt?"

"No, I'm fine," she replied as an automatic response.

As he helped her up, Clara winced in pain as her left leg felt as if it was broken. "You're not fine - I'm so sorry," he murmured.

"It's not your fault, John. I should have been more careful."

"Can you walk?" he asked

"I think my leg is broken but if we walk slowly-" she didn't get the chance to finish as John lifted her up in his arms and carried her back to the mansion.

Clara was surprised at first but then she started laughing at the thought of it. "John, please, this is unnecessary!"

"The least I can do is minimise your pain as much as possible," he said sheepishly. "I don't think your father will be pleased to know that his daughter had a little accident."

Clara laughed once more. If anything, he would be pleased, knowing that her 'suitor' carried her in his arms after she broke her leg.

John Smith had closed his practice almost 12 minutes ago and usually, he would retreat to his office to unwind or even make himself some tea but the fact that Missy stuck around made it impossible for him to truly relax. She had been in his home for hours now and it would seem she didn't have the intention of leaving.

"Shouldn't you be leaving?" he asked the moment he entered the living room.

Missy looked up from her book. "What's wrong if I plan to stay overnight? That guest bedroom of yours is only collecting dust."

"You didn't bring any spare clothes so I'm deducing you're not here to stay overnight."

"What if I did?"

John glared at his sister but before he could argue further, there was frantic knocking coming from the front door.

"Better get that. Sounds like someone's desperate for help."

He strode to the door and unlocked it, greeted by the sight of a panic looking Mr Rentford.

John furrowed his brows. "Mr Rentford, what brings you here?"

"Doctor, please, could you come with me. Clara had an accident -"

That was all it took for John to grab his coat, bag and hat before rushing out with Mr Rentford. He didn't even bother closing the door.

In fact, it was Missy who stood at the entrance, watching silently as the carriage drove away.