A/N Thanks to all the people who favorited, followed, and to lazytv8, who left a lovely review, I've decided to continue this story. I'm not sure how many more chapters there will be, maybe four or five, but there will definitely be a meeting between Clara and Ellie. Also, I've tried to capture the kind of flirty bantering Eleven and Clara had, but I haven't written them in a while (I wrote the last chapter way back in March, and I just recently rewrote it) so I hope I've kept them in character. Anyway, onto the story!

''Pick a day. Any day in the life of Ellie Oswald, and I'll take you there,'' the Doctor said.

Clara pondered on the question for a moment as she laid 101 Places to See gently aside. ''I don't—I don't really know,'' she said, wrinkling her face in thought. ''I mean, there are so many days to chose from. I just know that I want to see her on a day when she was really happy.''

''A day, a happy day in the life of Ellie Oswald. Shouldn't be to hard to find,'' he said. Pulling the scanner forward and plugging it in, the Doctor searched for Ellie Oswald. ''Did you know, that in the lifetime of one person there are hundreds upon hundreds of happy days? You just have to know how to find them.''

A small smile crossed onto Clara's face as she watched the Doctor whirl around the console. There was still a lingering feeling of sadness in her heart (and it would never truly go away—she would always miss her mother) but the Doctor was almost always able to cheer her up. ''Well it's a good thing you do,'' she said as she walked over and joined the Doctor at the console.

''Aha! I have it,'' the Doctor exclaimed, drawing a curious look from Clara. ''May 17th 1986.''

''Wait hold on,'' Clara said hesitantly, she knew that date. ''May 17th 1986? That's my parents wedding day.''

''I know,'' he said in a delighted voice, clapping his hands together. He looked so proud of himself, and Clara didn't have the heart to tell him that this probably wasn't the best idea.

''But... is that okay? I mean, we've traveled in the past before but never my past. What if I mess something up and my parents don't get married? I might never exist then!''

''Ah I wouldn't worry about that. The likelihood of that happening is pretty low. Maybe 30%.

''30% is not that low.''

''Alright, how about 24%? That's a nice low number,'' the Doctor countered.

She gave him a skeptical look. ''You've only lost 6%.''

''Six is a brilliant number. Hexagon's have six sides, insects have six legs.''

''Lots of things come in sixes, that doesn't make it a bigger number. But you know what, we've talked enough about numbers and percents. Let's do this, see my mum. Now or never, right?'' Clara asked.

It didn't escape the Doctor's notice that Clara's face had suddenly gone all serious. ''Clara, is everything okay?'' he asked, concern evident in his voice. If there was anything wrong with Clara (or even if she was just upset), he wanted to know.

Clara looked away for a moment and sighed softly. ''Nothing's wrong really, it's just... nine years—that's how long it's been since I've seen her. And I'm just wondering, if seeing her again and maybe talking to her too, will make it hurt more. Because we can travel, and see her, but she's still gone. I don't know, maybe we shouldn't go at all.'' Clara finished talking and looked down at the console. She wasn't so sure about this anymore. She wanted to see her mother again—more than anything—but she was scared and unsure.

''It's okay to be scared, you know. Everyone gets a little scared sometimes. And just know, that whatever happens I will be there right beside you.''

''Thank you,'' Clara murmured in a quiet voice.

''For what?'' he asked, a look of confusion on his face. If anyone should be saying those words it was him after everything Clara had done for him. Jumping into his timestream and letting herself be splintered into a thousand echoes of herself had not been a small matter.

''Kind words, taking me to see my mum, always being there—take your pick.''

The Doctor lowered his head to hid the expression on his face, because what she said wasn't true. He wasn't always there for her. ''It's the other way around you know. You're the one whose always been in my life every moment, seen every one of my faces, and saved my life time after time.''

''Hey,'' Clara said softly. ''You've got those sad eyes again, but then I think we both do.'' She gently placed her hand on his shoulder and looked into his face with an understanding look on hers. They'd both witnessed so much death and destruction throughout their many lives, watched the universe fade and blink around them, and it could get overwhelming sometimes. Luckily they both had each other whenever one of them had a nightmare or became confused at the jumble of different lives packed into their head. The two of them stood there in silence for a few moments and it was Clara who finally broke it.

''We should probably get going, right?''

The Doctor gave her a nod and held onto the console as he cranked a switch. Beside him, Clara grabbed for the console too in anticipation of what might be a rough landing. The TARDIS landed with a thud, sending a jolt through Clara. She glanced at the Doctor and watched as he offered his hand to her. Clara slipped her hand into his, and they walked toward the doors. ''Wait,'' she called out. ''We're going to a wedding right? Gotta dress the part. I'll be right back," she said as she let go of the Doctor's hand, and walked past the console into one of the hallways.

''I'll just wait here,'' the Doctor muttered to himself. He watched as Clara walked away, his eyes going lower and lower and he smacked a hand over his face when he realized where he was looking—her bum.

The Doctor had spent the last few minutes fiddling around with the TARDIS controls as he waited for Clara. It felt like hours to him, but he knew it had really only been a few minutes. He wasn't very good at waiting.

''Ready,'' a voice said from behind him. He knew it was Clara's instantly, and the Doctor whirled around to face her. She was standing there, now wearing a tight blue dress with cut out designs, a pair of shiny black high heels, there was a clutch held in her hands, and she'd put her hair in an updo.

The Doctor stood there with his mouth slightly agape, because she looked... beautiful, absolutely stunning. Not that she normally didn't look beautiful, but in the tight fitting blue dress that hugged her curves in all the right ways, it seemed even more evident.

''Oh go on, I look good, don't I?'' Clara said, a small smirk on her face.

''Lovely,'' the Doctor managed. ''Are you wearing makeup?''

''Well if I was I wouldn't tell you, now would I?'' Her grin only grew larger as she walked over to the Doctor. The fear and uncertainty she'd felt early about seeing her mum, had been replaced with an odd combination of excitement and fear. And she wasn't sure which one of them was stronger. She grabbed the Doctor's hand tightly, and went to open the doors. ''Geronimo,'' she whispered as she looked up at him.

''Geronimo,'' he repeated back, giving her a comforting smile.

Clara opened the doors and they stepped out.

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