-REMEMBER ME-

CHAPTER FIVE

New New Clara

And then it stops, and I see the world through new eyes. He's the first thing I see, Rory. I grin at him with a new smile.

"Hello!" is the first thing I say. My voice is even squeakier now. That's annoying. Though it might grow on me, though. Yes. Yes, it might.

He looks at me like he doesn't know who I am. That's alright. I don't know who I am, either. Everything's new. New Clara. New life. New everything.

"So, what do I look like?" I ask him, exploring my new body. It's thinner, taller. Good. That's good. I like that. I was always too short. "Mirror. Where's a mirror? I need a mirror."

I take off, and basically trash my console room in my desperate search for a mirror.

"My face! Look at it! Yowza!"

It's almost the same, but with a few different features.

"New teeth! That's weird. That's going to take some getting used to. Fuller lips. Yowza. My eyes are huge! Wow, look at those puppies! Ginger! I'm ginger! And freckles! I've got freckles! And look at that nose. Why, out of everything, did that have to stay the same? Just as funny-looking as ever. And, blimey, I can talk, can't I? Wow, this mouth of mine doesn't stop."

I grin at Rory. He's in shock.

"Who are you?" he says in this tiny voice. My hearts break for him. I'm compassionate, I see. I've always been so, but now it's intensified.

I don't want Rory to ever hurt for me. I don't want him to ever be sad.

"I'm Clara!" I tell him. "I'm soufflé girl! I'm the impossible girl!"

I frown.

"No. Wait. Where did that come from?"

Suddenly my head hurts. Oh, it hurts! I cry out in pain, and almost faint. Rory catches me.

"You're boiling," he says, he's afraid. "You're hot."

"Why, thank you," I say, with a flirty smile. "As are you, sexy man."

"No, I mean literally, you have a fever."

"Do I? Hm. That's surprising. That should not be happening. Regeneration's gone wobbly, I suppose. First go and I can't get it right. What the hell." I stumble. Rory holds me steady. "There's two of you. I can't even tell you what I'm thinking with that. Wow, you're not even in focus. You alright?"

"Am I alright? Really?"

I giggle, and bop him on the nose.

"Regeneration sickness. Nothing to worry about. Just…you know what I could go for? I could really go for some bananas. Bananas are good. You should always take a banana to a party. Where did that come from? I've heard that before. No I haven't. What am I saying? Ah! My head. You know, I wanna see Carmen."

"Carmen," he repeats.

"Yeah, Carmen. That's a good show. I'm Carmen. No I'm not. Why would I say that? He called me that. I'm soufflé girl. No, I'm not that either. Am I? I don't know. My head hurts, Rory. Ah, my head hurts. I have to save…I have to save the Doctor. That's it. That's what I have to do. I have to save the Doctor."

"The Doctor?"

"Yeah, the Doctor. I was born to save the Doctor."

"Doctor who?"

"The Doctor, Rory. The Doctor. I don't know. I … don't know. I don't…ah my head hurts. Rory, something's wrong. I have to save the Doctor."

Everything from then on out becomes a bit of a blur, my head hurts. I know I've got regeneration sickness. I know something's wrong.

"I have to save the Doctor," I whisper, and then everything goes black.

I wake up in my bed. It's warm, and comfy. My head doesn't hurt so much anymore. I can't remember anything that happened. I don't open my eyes yet, because I had been dreaming of a face. A face I want to remember so badly. But all I can remember is a big chin.

It's that face I want to see when I wake up. It's that face I want to see, watching over me, taking care of me, protecting me. Just like he did before. It's him I want to be holding my hand. It's you. It's you that I want to see, that's who he is. He's you.

But when I open my eyes, it's not you. It's Rory. Rory is holding my hand, and looking at me with such concern. I remember fuzzily that I regenerated. That's right. But that's all I remember.

"What happened?" I mumble sleepily.

"You were dying," says Rory. He kisses my hand. "You sort of…exploded and you changed. You changed your whole body."

"I regenerated," I mutter.

"That's what you called it, yeah."

"I'm sorry I didn't warn you," I say weakly. "Didn't think this would happen."

He forgives me. He always forgives me. That must be why I love him.

That must be why he stays with me so long.

That must be why he gives me his forever.

Run you clever boy, and remember me.

A/N: Thank you, to my reviewers and readers. I'm completely shocked I haven't got more, because (in my humble opinion) this is one of my best stories. Maybe I need to change the summary or image or something. It's a bit frustrating, because I'm like "WHAT AM I DOING WRONG?! ARGH!" lol. Because most of my other stories have really good reviews, and I'm surprised I'm NOT getting a load of reviews for once. I dunno. Maybe I just need to let it soak and keep posting and reviews will come.

Maybe this is my humble pie or something, though I'm insecure enough as it is so I don't know why I'd need to eat some humble pie. Because I'm just over here like, "Is it not good enough? Not enough fluff? Do I need to add more cute in? Not enough feels? Is it too short? Not enough Doctor? Am I not explaining things properly? Do I need to go into more detail? WHAT? WHAT IS IT?! ARGHH!" ...lol. Sort of lol. Sort of like frustrated lol.

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