Hey guysss, inspiration struck for a story so I'm gunna have a go at it. I just loveee Classic Who so mixing it with New Who is fabulousness at it's finest :) I have no idea if I'll continue with this story to be honest, I'm finishing off another story aswell at the moment so it all depends on if I get a good few reviews saying that they like the story. If you think it's no good, please tell me or any constructive criticism is welcome too. If you do like it and want me to continue, please review and let me know! Love you guysss :) Enjoy :)

Clara Oswald was not a morning person. She awoke groggily, dragging herself out of bed with a lengthly yawn and padding across the hall to the kitchen of her small London apartment. Every morning had to start with a cup of coffee, or functioning was not an option.

Clara sipped her hot beverage thoughtfully, waiting for the tiredness to subside. She smiled to herself as she prepared her papers for the day ahead. Knowing that it was Wednesday brought with it the fact that she was going to see the Doctor today, and that fact was the only thing that would keep her going through the long school day. She loved teaching the kids, but she loved travelling with her best friend more.

Throwing a nonchalant glance at the clock out of the corner of her eye, she realised with a sickening lurch of her stomach what time it was.

"Going to be late again!" She huffed to herself as she leapt up from the table rapidly, leaving her half finished cup of coffee behind her.

She grumbled to herself as she prepared for the day in a hurry. This dashing to school and arriving just in time was happening way too often for her liking.

She collected her book bag, praying that she had everything she needed inside, not having the time to check as she raced out of the flat and hurried down the street. She was grateful that it wasn't a long walk to the school. She knew she should be hurrying, but she soon drifted off into a day dream as she walked. She wondered what adventure the Doctor would have lined up for them today. She smiled to herself, not caring what other people thought. She was happy. Wednesdays with the Doctor were the highlight of her week.

She let out an "oomph" of surprise as she collided with something solid, almost losing her footing but fortunately catching herself just before she fell. Her book bag however, was not so lucky. It clattered to the ground, papers spilling out onto the street and flitting around her feet.

"Oh dear, I'm terribly sorry!"

Clara snapped her head up to meet the male voice that had just spoken, her cheeks going red from embarrassment at her near fall.

"Are you alright?"

She was met with the sight of a man with a flustered but cheery expression on his face as he grabbed her shoulders to steady her. Clara studied him for a second, transfixed. She would place him around his mid forties, maybe late thirties, although the lines on his mischievous face looked to her to have been caused by a hard life, not age. He had a mop of jet black hair, cut in a bowl shape and was quite short. He was only slightly taller than Clara, and she was quite petite. All together, he wasn't bad, not bad at all. She had always found people out of the norm more attractive. One look at her extraordinary lifestyle travelling with the Doctor in a flying blue box would tell anyone that. Her eyes moved to his odd attire. A combination of checked trousers and a black jacket complete with a bowtie made her giggle despite herself. Something about him reminded her of the Doctor.

The man raised an eyebrow at her and she realised suddenly that he was still waiting for an answer.

"Oh, yes, I'm alright," She stammered with a light laugh. "Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going."

The man patted her on the head lightly as if checking that her brain was still functioning, causing Clara to blink in surprise. "Yes, well, everything seems to be in working order," He smiled, a contagious smile that seem to light up his whole face and had Clara grinning right back at him. "Ah, your notes are all over the place. Here, let me."

The man hurried over to the stray papers littering the ground nearby and began picking them up.

"Oh," Clara exclaimed, joining him. "You don't have to do that!"

"Nonsense! I'm the one that made you fall over."

"Nearly fall over," Clara corrected with a smirk, helping the odd little man collect the notes.

"Quite right," The man straightened up, handing the papers back to Clara who took them gratefully. His voice had an old fashioned air to it when he spoke, but strangely it didn't seem out of place to Clara. It seemed to suit his character.

"Thank you,"Clara smiled. She raised an eyebrow playfully, surprising herself at how at ease she felt with the eccentric man after just meeting him. Her mood was instantly lightened by the man's presence. "To whom do I bestow the honour?" She asked jokingly.

The man laughed lightly. "A friend," He answered obscurely, not fully answering her question. He held out his hand to her. "And who might you be?"

"Clara, Clara Oswald," She smiled as the mysterious man shook her hand briskly.

"Well, Miss. Oswald," The man smiled warmly, clasping her hand between his the two of his. "It was a pleasure to meet you. Good luck!"

"Wait, you never told me your name!" Clara called, but the man had already moved past her briskly and was almost immediately swallowed by the crowd.

She carried on, pondering about the odd little man as she walked. She wished he hadn't left so hastily, she had enjoyed talking to him. He hadn't even told her his name. She frowned lightly to herself as she wondered. She was well aware of the fact that she was already late enough for work as it was, but stopped for a few moments anyway to make sure all her notes were still there and gather her thoughts. She sighed, wishing she could just skip work for the day, sighing more deeply when she knew she couldn't. She resumed her journey reluctantly, wishing that the Doctor would come and take her away now, before she had to get in trouble with her boss once again, all thoughts of the friendly stranger gone from her mind as she concentrated on the day ahead.

Checking her wristwatch briefly as she neared the school, she realised she was running even later than she had expected.

"Dammit," She muttered as she rushed to the doors, regretting having stopped for a short while on the way. There were fifteen minutes until class officially started, but she had missed the assembly. She huffed in annoyance, deciding to just go straight to her classroom and prepare for the day instead of meeting with her colleagues as was planned. They'd just have to deal with it.

She gave an annoyed sigh and stormed into her classroom briskly, plonking her bag down beside her desk with a thud, almost angry with herself. Once again, she was not a morning person.

"Well, that was a bit of a violent entrance, wasn't it?"

Clara jumped, letting out a small squeal of surprise at the unexpected voice. It was the man from earlier, sitting in one of the desks in the middle of the classroom, twirling a recorder in his hands as if he didn't have a care in the world.

"You!" Clara yelped in shock.

"You!" The man parroted back at her. "Miss Clara Oswald, how lovely to see you again!"

"What are you doing here?" She squeaked, more surprised than anything.

The man frowned for a moment, his eyebrows furrowing together in thought. "I don't know," He decided after a short pause. He shrugged nonchalantly. "Oh, well, carry on."

He promptly began to play his recorder, still sitting at the desk and offering Clara no explanation as to why he was there. Clara stared. Yes, she was confused, but she was used to strange things so she almost just accepted it. Almost.

"What are you doing?" She asked curiously, sitting down on one of the desks beside him as he continued playing the small instrument.

The man took the recorder away from his mouth. "Helps me think," He stated, resuming playing as soon as he had said the words. He actually played quite well, Clara noted.

She gave a playful smile. "Why do we keep meeting then, Mister Mysterious?"

The man looked amused at her comment as he lowered the recorder from his lips again to respond. "That, my dear, is what I'd like to find out."

He hopped up from the desk, knocking the recorder to the floor in his haste, seemingly not noticing. He stood in front of Clara and looked at her with a calculating gaze.

"What?" She questioned, feeling her heart speed up under his intense gaze.

"Would you mind my asking, how many hearts do you have?"

"I- What?" Clara choked out. "One, last time I checked!"

"Hmm, interesting," The man mumbled, studying her features. Clara raised an eyebrow questioningly. She was used to odd behaviour, she got enough of it with the Doctor to make her find strange situations almost normal, but she still wasn't sure who this peculiar man was. Why was he here?

"Oh!" Clara exclaimed as the man unexpectedly grabbed her face and held it between his strong hands firmly but gently so as not to hurt her.

"What are y-"

"Shhh!" The man hushed her frantically as he put his face close to hers, their noses almost touching, studying her carefully and slowly moving her head from side to side as if analysing her. Clara stared in surprise, not knowing how to react. The man blinked in confusion and released her face from his hold.

"Well that's odd," He muttered, beginning to pace the room as he frowned in thought.

"Yes, it is," Clara responded with a shaky laugh, knowing that they were both referring to different things. "Who are you?"

The man waved her questioned away, still frowning at the ground as he pondered.

"But you seem human!" He cried suddenly, grabbing her hand and gazing at it. He dropped it almost immediately. "Yes, yes, very human."

"Well, of course I'm human!" Clara responded indignantly. "Why would you think I'm not?"

"I can sense something around you, like an... Aura of some sort," The man responded thoughtfully. "As if you've been in contact with something that's not from here."

"From... London?"

"Earth, Clara, Earth!"

"You mean... Like from another planet?" Clara choked out in disbelief. Who was this man? Did he know about the Doctor?

"Precisely!" The man exclaimed.

Clara jumped at the shrill ring of the bell signalling for students to make their way to class. She looked at the man with wide eyes as the students began to file in. Well this looked good.

She opened her mouth to say something but was cut off by the familiar sound of the Tardis materialising outside. She rushed to the window to make sure she wasn't imagining it. She wasn't expecting him until later, was he really here now? The man joined her at the window, eyes widening in disbelief as he caught sight of the Tardis in the distance.

"Oh my giddy aunt!" He cried, rushing away from the window to the door. Clara giggled at the phrase. She wasn't sure who this man was, but she liked him already. "Oh!" He exclaimed, doubling back and picking his recorder off the floor, giving it a twirl. "Mustn't forget this."

"Wait!" Clara cried, ignoring the curious gazes of the students that were now filling the small classroom. "I'm coming with you!"

The man paused briefly at the door, looking back at her. "Well, if you must." He grinned. "Come on then, Clara!"

"Sorry kids," Clara grinned at the students surprised gazes and ran after the man, who actually moved surprisingly fast. An excited buzz coursed through her as they raced towards the Tardis and she felt excitement ignite in the pit of her stomach.

The man flung open the Tardis doors and rushed inside. Clara immediately realised something strange was going on. The man had just let himself into the police box without question and didn't seem in the least bit concerned at the fact that it was bigger on the inside. He knew of aliens, she was sure of that now, but how much did he know?

Clara followed him in, the doors closing behind them.

"Ah, Clara!" She heard the Doctor call as he came into view from behind the console. "I know I'm early bu- Oi!"

A look of shock and recognition flitted across the Doctor's face as he caught sight of the stranger. Clara looked from one to the other in surprise. Did they know each other?

The man approached the Doctor slowly, looking doubtful. Neither spoke for a moment as the walked towards each other at a slow pace, anticipation building in Clara's stomach as she wondered what was going on. The two men seemed to move like swimmers under water as they moved in a slow circle, staring questioningly at each other and waiting for one of them to say something first. They stopped, standing close in front of each other, the man looking comically short in such close proximity with the Time Lord as he looked up at the Doctor with an expression of shock mixed with unsureness on his face.

The Doctor opened his mouth to say something but the man cut him off before he could speak.

"Snap!" He cried, clapping his hands in front of the Doctor's face, causing him to blink with surprise. "I knew it was you, of course I did!"

"But it's you!" The Doctor cried in confusion. "What are you doing here?"

"I don't know!" The man cried angrily. "I think I may have been exiled!"

"Exiled? You idiot."

"Imbecile."

"Prat."

"Stop insulting yourself, you dunce."

Clara blinked as the two men glared at each other, wondering if she should step in. The mysterious man suddenly broke into a broad grin and laughed loudly, throwing his arms around the Doctor. The Doctor gave a loud guffaw and hugged him back, the two men erupting into fits of laughter, leaving Clara feeling more confused than ever.

"What is going on!" Clara cried, confusion flooding her.

"Ah, Clara, yes!" The Doctor exclaimed as if only realising she was there. "It is good to see you!"

"Thanks, Doctor, same to you," Clara shook her head slowly, looking at the two men warily, still puzzled as to what was going on.

"You're welcome, Clara," The man smiled at her in amusement. "What are you thanking me for?"

Clara blinked in surprise, her mouth dropping open. "Wait," She stammered. "You... No... Are you... Who are you?"

"I'm the Doctor!" The man exclaimed happily as if he hadn't just made the most outrageous statement in the world.

"You... What do you mean!"

"I mean what I said," The man frowned, puzzled at her outburst. "I'm the Doctor."

Haha, so I don't know if this is any good but I thought it would be a fun idea anyway! Review to let me know if you want me to continue!