“My Clara” - A Doctor Who Fanfic
How long has it been? Since Gallifrey? Since that time in the cloisters? Since she had heard and felt her heart beating? Since the Doctor?
Needless to say, time was now a blur for Clara Oswald.
And space was no longer out of reach. Her TARDIS made sure of that. And loneliness was not a problem since Me was there, and really, Me was a great companion to explore time and space with. There were times, however, when Clara would revisit Jane Austen again just for a little fun. Jane was more than happy to oblige.
In her life, Clara would have never dreamed to have seen the things she’s seen or gone to the places she’s been - and she had never imagined her life would be… well, almost endless. The entire universe and time was in the palm of her hands and she had all the time in the world.
But she missed him. She missed the Doctor.
How many times had she punched in a time and place, pulled down the lever, and walked out of TARDIS doors hoping that somehow, the frizzy gray haired angry-eyebrowed lanky man would be standing in front of her? How many times had she been walking down the fields of some alien planet (or running down the corridors for her life) and hoping that she would hear a grizzled voice say, “Clara, my Clara”?
But it never happened. Space - and time - were too vast. Their paths wouldn’t cross again.
Clara didn’t know where or when she was. The TARDIS landed at some planet during some time, and although a diner in an alien planet stuck out like a sore thumb, it was the same thing with the Doctor’s police box anyway. For the time they had been there, people - well, various species - had walked in and tried out what the diner had to offer, and soon their milkshakes and burgers were the talk of the town. Clara, in her blue waitress attire, served her customers and somehow felt at peace in all her busyness. Of course, she and Me were going to go off to some other planet and time soon, but for now, this was good.
It was the end of the day and she was closing up. She’d been spent, and she just wanted to go back to her room. Maybe have a nice swim in the pool or pick a book from the library. Ah, the perks of having the TARDIS bigger on the inside.
The bell on the door suddenly jingled, signalling a person had just come in. Clara was busy fixing the shelf behind the counter, so without glancing, she courteously said, “Sorry, we’re closed.”
“I was hoping you could entertain a weary traveler… for at least a couple of minutes?” The voice was light and had a tone of curiosity.
And it belonged to a woman.
Clara knew just how tiring traveling could be. She took a quick glance at the woman and smiled. “Sure, no problem.”
Clara returned to fixing the shelf and she heard the woman sit at the counter. Without turning around, Clara asked, “What can I get you?”
“I… don’t have any money,” the woman replied.
Clara rolled her eyes. It was one of those customers.
“But I can play though,” the woman continued.
Clara froze. She had heard those words before. A very, very long time ago. Her hairs stood on end. For some reason, she was afraid to turn around. Silence hung in the air for a good few moments before Clara was able to speak.
Clara heard the woman get off her seat slowly. The diner’s speakers suddenly came to life, and there was a single strum. A single, familiar strum, followed by notes that filled Clara’s eyes with tears. That song… that was her song.
She turned around and was taken aback for a moment. The person standing in front of her with a guitar was not grey-haired. There were no angry eyebrows. Most of all, it wasn’t a man. It was a blonde woman playing the guitar… his guitar, Clara was sure of it, and she continued until her song was done.
But then she looked up at Clara with a soft expression. A smile slowly spread across her face - a smile of recognition.
The tears fell from Clara’s eyes. Behind that smile, that twinkle in her eye…
“… Doctor?” Clara mustered through a sob.
“Clara,” the Doctor smiled. “My Clara.”