Here's my new idea for a story! I'm planning to write the whole episode of The Snowmen from 21st century Clara's perspective if people are willing to read that. Hope you enjoy it :)

Clara Oswald had been working at The Rose and Crown for a while now, waiting. She knew that the doctor would turn up soon. He always did when she was around this age. And then she'd have to die. That was the way her life worked. She was born, she lived and she died. Every time to save his life. He never knew she was there and it hurt at first but it was something she'd grown used to until one day he did hear her. The Dalek Asylum. Since then she'd been trying harder and harder to get his attention, hoping one day he'd notice her again.

Still it wasn't as if she could stop living her life while she waited for him to show up. She had the opportunity to live over and over again and the optimist in her chose to look at that as a gift. She could help other people throughout both history and the future. The one profession she'd felt drawn to was teaching so she'd found a job working as a governess for a lovely family across town from The Rose and Crown, but she couldn't quit her other job as a barmaid either. She cared too much about the owner to do that to him. This was why she found herself serving drinks to the regulars that night the snow fell.

She stepped outside for a second and something unusual caught her eye, as it always did. The way her life went it was good for her to pay attention to the strange goings-on, often alerting her to the Doctor's presence.

This time it was a snowman: a snowman that had been built in less than a second. Next to the snowman a man stood, inspecting it as she had been about to do.

"Did you make this snowman?" She asked.

"No." The man replied. There he was. She'd recognise that voice anywhere. It was her Doctor again. Finally she'd run into an incarnation of the Doctor that she knew personally. Although a part of her could sense that there was something different about the Doctor in this time of his life but she couldn't put her finger on what it was. She noticed the spring in his step had gone as he walked away without so much as looking at her but right now that wasn't her main concern.

He'd heard her again.

A voice in her head that reminded her a lot of Professor River Song, for reasons she could probably guess, was warning her not to tell him anything about who she was. She couldn't let him connect her to Oswin Oswald. If he did he'd get obsessed with finding out who she was.

It was then that another thought entered her mind. This was how he came to know her and made the decision to find her. This was why she was here now. The paradoxes were starting to confuse her so she shut them off and just focused on the fact that the Doctor was here and now and he could hear her.

"Well who did?" She asked him, referring to the snowman. "Cause it wasn't there a second ago. It just appeared from nowhere."

Clara could tell he'd got her attention. He stopped in his tracks and turned around, putting on a pair of glasses she recognised as the ones he'd taken from the companion before her – Amy Pond. That must be why he seemed so depressed. He'd just lost the Ponds. Clara's heart broke again for him as she remembered seeing him in the graveyard as the angel took them from him.

"Maybe it's snow that fell before." He theorised. "Maybe it remembers how to make a snowman."

"What? Snow that can remember? That's silly." Clara laughed.

"What's wrong with silly?"

"Nothing. Still talking to you, ain't I?" She teased him. She built up a rapport with him easily, talking to him as easily as she had when she was first alive.

He looked up at her and gave her a small smile, which she returned. In that moment it felt like they connected. Could she be getting through to him?

"What's your name?" The Doctor asked her.

"Clara." She replied. She couldn't expand on that. Not yet. If he connected her with Oswin at this stage Clara had a feeling things wouldn't end well. She wouldn't have the opportunity to save him like she was destined to do.

"Nice name, Clara. You should definitely keep it." He said. Some things never changed. "Goodbye."

Clara couldn't let him go. She'd been lost for so long, running. Running to find the Doctor. Now he's noticed her she wants to get to know him again. She wants, no – she needs to help him. Even when that means dying for him.

Knowing that she has no other choice, she runs after him.

"Oi! Where are you going? I thought we was just getting acquainted." She shouts.

"Those were the days." He smiled nostalgically as he walked away again.

Clara was about to give up for the night, knowing she should really be working. She took a couple of steps back towards The Rose and Crown when she changed her mind. She couldn't let him stay closed off to the world like this and she definitely couldn't stand to see him in this much pain. Besides, how was she supposed to save him if she let him go now? No, she couldn't do it.

Turning on her heel Clara ran after him.

What do you think? Drop me a review if you want me to continue with this. The next chapter is almost finished so I'll post it in the next couple of days if I get enough demand for more :)