A/N: Oh my time lord I'm alive! Skip down this if you don't want to hear me ramble. But here's the over view on this. One of my friends did a gif set and kept making pics and sending them to me, then asked me if I could write a story off the like, two gifs she did. So I managed to do it! She also did the art for the cover, bless her soul (Love you Dar!) Anyways, read on and we hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1- Arrival

One day you meet the Doctor. And of course, it's the best day ever. It's just the best day of your life. Because, because he's brilliant, and he's funny, and mad, and best of all, he really needs you. The trick is, don't fall in love. I do that trick quite a lot, sometimes twice a day. And once you start running, you start to forget, slowly. After a while, you just stop asking. Who are you? Where are you from? What set you on your way and where are you going? Oh, and what is your name? You get used to not knowing. I thought I never would. I was wrong. I know who he is. I know how he began and I know where he's going. I know the truth about the Doctor and his greatest secret. The day we went to Trenzalore.

"I don't know where I am." Clara murmured after having landed a bit roughly on the hard floor. Looking up, it didn't take her long to recognize the place she was in. The TARDIS. But it was different. Not the dark and silver she was used to. No, this one was bright. This was not her Doctor's TARDIS. Standing up, Clara slowly crept up to the console. It groaned at her in its usual way, it's dislike clear to her. "You are the same old cow aren't you?" She half joked.

Lightly, her hand grazed upon the controls of the ship. Clara smiled softly at knowing she was in the TARDIS. That meant she was safe as far as she was concerned. But how safe? Last she remembered, the Doctor was in trouble. He was dying. His whole life being rewritten by the Great Intelligence, that mad man. Clara had thrown herself into his life force, living in every time stream. There in all of his regenerations. "Seems I've gotten myself stuck in one." She said to herself. Or maybe she said it to the ship, after all, she listens.

The TARDIS doors opened, a cold breeze rushing through, then just as quickly closed. A tall man wearing a long brown coat and the funniest hair Clara had ever seen was strolling over to the controls. The man stopped in his tracks when he noticed her standing there. Clara folded her arms, knowing this must be the Doctor. "Which one are you then?" She asked, her brows creasing as she took a few steps closer to him.

The man continued to stare at her in utter confusion. Of course he couldn't understand how she managed to get into his beloved ship. This was happening too much. "What?" He asked, taking off his coat and tossing it to the side, never taking his eyes off of the mysterious female.

"You're the Doctor are you not?" Clara questioned more for his benefit. When he slightly nodded, obviously taken back a bit by her knowledge, Clara took a few steps closer to him. "Which one then?" She asked again.

The Doctor stood quiet for a moment more, his hands shoved themselves into his pocket. "Ten." He said softly, his eyes wandering up and down her figure. Who was she? Where did she come from? Why is she in his TARDIS as if she belonged in here?

"You'll be asking yourself all those questions and more when this song ends. But that won't be for a while. "When he gave her a look of slight interest, Clara smiled and leaned against the console. "You give me that look a lot. I know it's when you're running questions about me in your head."

The Doctor's mind was running with questions, and the fact that she knew him, a future him, made her interesting. "I'm sorry but, who are you?" Now he crossed his arms across his chest. First Donna appeared to him in her wedding dress right after his loss, and now this girl. If the TARDIS was just playing a joke on him, he'd like for her to stop.

"Oh, sorry, I'm Clara." She moved off the console, holding out her hand for him to take. She saw his hesitation. After all if she was from his future, what kind of paradox would their touch create. She listened to the Doctor and learned a lot. But as far as she was concerned, their touch wouldn't do anything horrible. After all, Clara was tossed here to help him. To save him. Something was wrong somewhere in the near future, and she would be here to save his life.

Extending his hand, the Doctor shook her hand firmly. She seemed to be an upbeat person. He could believe his future self would travel with her if he was anything like how he was now. "Clara what?" He asked, offering her a smile.

"I'll let your future self find that out." She smiled, letting go of his hand. "Perhaps the day you tell me Doctor who." Walking over to the captains chair, Clara took a seat and folded one leg over the other.

The Doctor laughed a bit at the question and scratched the back of his head simply for his hand to have something to do. "Right, well." He didn't know what to say. She knew him, but he knew nothing about her. And this Clara female didn't really seem like she was going to openly tell him things. She seems to have learned a thing or two about time travel. Which really was a good thing. But now he was left to wonder and simply...not know. If there is one thing the Doctor didn't like, it was not knowing the answer to any given situation. "Why are you here?" He decided to ask anyways.

There goes a question Clara has been asking herself since she landed here. If she was meant to save the Doctor, then something was sure about to happen in this time stream that he needed her for. Her smile faded and she looked straight into his eyes. Those same old eyes that have seen too much for their own good. "I don't know." Clara answered softly. "I just know I'm here to help."

Frowning slightly, the Doctor looked over to his jacket tossed aside. It lay next to another jacket. Not his. But Rose's. "You're too late for that." He spoke in such sorrow that it worried Clara. The Doctor took a deep breath and looked back at Clara. "We should get you home then." Stepping around the control, he began hitting the controls before turning back to look at her expectantly.

"Well I'm not going to give you my address or time line so you can stop looking at me." Clara said as she stood up from where she sat to lean against the console. "This is more complicated then that Doctor. More complicated then you could ever imagine."

The Doctor crossed his arms and leaned against the console next to her. There was something odd about her. Something off. Something...familiar. This could be a trick. Or maybe she was a trap. "If you travel with a future me. Tell me something only I would know at this point in time." He clicked his tongue in amusement.

So they were going to play at that game. Well then, she had seen his whole life up until this moment. And she knew future him. Though of course Clara couldn't tell him any of the future stuff. The sorrow in his voice from just moments ago. Clara glanced at the discarded jackets and nodded towards them. "Her name was Rose." She said as she looked back at him, watching his features carefully.

"Yes, her name was Rose." He repeated softly, his gaze seemed to be looking beyond everything in the room. Shaking his head slightly, the Doctor studied Clara for a bit. "That's too easy. It's too recent."

Clara laughed slightly and nodded her head. They were still playing this game. So she'd have to go further back if she was going to get him to trust her. "This TARDIS, you stole it. You looked into the vortex and ran. You're from Gallifrey." Clara wondered to herself for a moment how she even knew that. All of her former lives knowledge was seeping into her head the more she thought. She knew everything about him. Everything he ever did. Everything he ever will do up until the day she's actually from. Everything except his name. "You took your granddaughter with you. You fought the Master time and time again. You walked away from the last great time war. She was the first person this face saw. Bad Wolf. The Dalek's and Cybermen fought at Torchwood." The knowledge was starting to give Clara a slight headache.

The Doctor had heard enough and he took a few steps away from her. Surely he didn't actually tell her all of that. What was Clara to a future him? If she knew all this then she had to be important. The Doctor always told his companions bits and pieces. But this girl knew too much. "Who are you?" He asked again more to himself.

Clara brought her hands up to her head, taking a few deep breaths. "Doctor, my head." Her eyes shut as she felt the Doctor's arm wrap around her shoulders and guide her to sit down. A splitting headache had been approaching and went away just as quickly once she sat down. Opening her eyes slowly, Clara looked up at the Doctor and smiled a bit. "Thank you."

Sitting next to her, the Doctor nodding his acknowledgement and continued to make sure she was alright. "For you to know all that...are you not human?" He knew the answer to his own question, but asked just to be on the safe side. Clara gave him a look that made him smile at his own silly question. "Alright fair enough. You say your here go help, but you don't even know what it is that I'll apparently be needing help with?"

Nodding, Clara dropped her hands onto her lap and sighed. "If I'm here, something big is about to happen. I'm not saying its right now. I'm not saying its in the next three trips the TARDIS might take. But it's out there. And it's deadly."

The Doctor gazed into her eyes as she spoke. This girl appeared into his TARDIS out of nowhere. She was from the future. Not just any future, his own future. One he can not go to. Clara seemed genuine and anxious to help him. It was obvious she cared about him. "Well then, what are we waiting for?" The Doctor shot up from his seat and sent them on their way to wherever the TARDIS was taking them next.