Hey, thanks for clicking on my story!

So I was just sitting there, like on twitter and stuff - Which is all my life consists of, basically - And I was after watching The Reichenbach Fall. Then I just thought, hey- Wholock. Hey- Clara Oswald and Jim Moriarty. Hey- NEW SHIP!

So I got obsessed quite instantly, and a lot of people on twitter seemed to think it was a good idea too, so I started this fanfic! I was given inspiration for it by a twitter buddy and I just had to write something about it!

Soo I hope you like it and I hope I make you ship Clariarty (Idk man, if you think of a better ship name for them please tell me). Enjoy, and help a writer out and leave a review, eh?

Clara Oswald had always loved stories. When she was younger, her mother read to her frequently and she adored letting herself live in a world of fantasy for those few precious hours. 101 Places To See would forever be her favourite. She read all the time; in the bath, curled up in her favourite armchair, even while making soufflés, though she still wasn't certain that doing that was the smartest of moves. Most of her books weren't in the best condition, damp, dogged eared pages with sprinklings of flour scattered across the thin paper, but she liked that. She liked to see a book that had been read, that had been loved. Stories were made to be told.

The vast library had been her favourite room in the Tardis- Still was, although she had instructed the Doctor to leave her on Earth for a few months. It wasn't as if she wanted space, or was sick of him, as she had continuously assured her sensitive Chin Boy best friend, but she wanted to get her human life back on track. It was hard to concentrate on organising school work for her students when she was busy fighting off aliens alongside an eccentric Time Lord, and saving Galaxies took its toll. She wanted to spend some quality time with her family, and, though she had been desperately trying to avoid them until now, she knew that she had responsibilities on Earth that she needed to tend to.

"It's just for a few months, Chinny," She laughed cheerfully, shifting her small suitcase to one arm and chucking the Doctor under his overgrown chin with her free hand. "You'll be able to live without me for that long, won't you? Or will you die of withdrawal?"

The Doctor rolled his eyes theatrically at her mocking wink. "You won't be able to stop me from visiting, Oswald. Don't think you can get rid of me that easily."

"Visit?" Clara scoffed with a joking smile and brought the Time lord in for a hug. "You'll be too busy saving planets to even think about me, Doctor."

The Doctor grumbled good-naturedly and retreated into the Tardis with a forlorn smile. He adjusted his bowtie absent-mindedly, a habit of his when stuck for what to do, and raised his hand in a salute. "Until next time, Clara Oswald."

"Just remember to wear clothes to the next family dinner, alright?" Clara called with a cheeky grin as the Tardis dematerialised. She watched it go with a heavy heart and a sad smile, and stared almost longingly at the place where it had been for minutes after it had gone completely. A small, anxious part of her was afraid that he would never come back, that this was it, but she opted to ignore the doubtful voice.

"You're just a story," She muttered softly, addressing the nagging doubt in her head as she walked back to her apartment at a leisurely pace, a far cry from the frantic running she was used to. "Just an untold story."

It was days later when her "normal" Earth life began to change. She had settled back into her daily routine of coffee, school, and sleep rather easily, and she was content with that. However, fate didn't seem to want Clara to have a chance at a normal life.

It was on that third day after being deposited on Earth that she first saw him. The Man.

Clara grumbled to herself half-heartedly as she picked up her papers from her desk, stuffing them carelessly into her bag that she reserved for work. It had been a long day and though she loved the kids she taught, she had to admit she was glad to leave them for the day. Courtney had thrown her copy of Pride and Prejudice at another boy's head again, and the prospect of the next parent teacher conference that was looming on the horizon was becoming more daunting by the minute. She just needed to switch off. The shrill ringing of the bell was more than welcome to her, and she smiled at the thought of going home to her cosy flat and curling up with a good book. A story was just what she needed to get away from the hustle and bustle of life.

She crossed paths with a couple of her colleagues as she was leaving and gave them a quick wave, departing from the building and preparing for the journey home. She decided to take a more scenic route back, she preferred walking surrounded by nature as opposed to walking through the busy London streets. The air was fresher and it made her feel more relaxed.

"Home, tea, book, then bed," She muttered to herself absent-mindedly as she took a short cut through the park nearby, breathing in the fresh air deeply and smiling at the burnt-orange autumn leaves that fluttered restlessly around her. She had made a habit of mumbling to herself at times, she had a nagging suspicion that she picked it up from the Doctor.

"You know talking to yourself is considered the first sign of madness."

Clara froze, stopping in her tracks at the unfamiliar voice that, for some reason, had just addressed her. She half frowned, half smiled and turned around slowly, clutching her bag to her securely as curiosity welled up in the pit of her stomach.

"Of course, I'm not an expert on the subject," The man spoke again with a surprisingly soft Irish lilt to his playful tone of voice.

"Hello," Clara began cautiously, cocking her head to the side with a small smile. "Who're you then?"

"Just a stranger," The man responded with a smirk. "A passer-by."

Clara took a careful step forward and squinted to get a better look at the man. He was half concealed by the shelter of the trees and almost hidden by the dusk light, but she could just about make him out. He was dressed in a sophisticated manner, a light grey suit and polished shoes which made Clara feel as if this man was someone important. He wasn't tall, but Clara could tell even from the short distance between them that he was a small bit taller than her. Then again, it didn't take much for someone to be taller than her, she really was quite petite and the Doctor mocked her about it to no end.

The man's lean frame was leaning against the old oak tree casually, seeming so sure of himself that it was almost as if he had planned this meeting. That could just be his personality, Clara thought to herself with a small smile. He could just be really cocky.

His dark brown hair was cropped short and it matched the colour of his deep brown eyes. They were dark, Clara realised, and not just in colour. Though the man held a smile on his -quite handsome, Clara noted- face, his eyes did not seem quite as friendly. Almost cold, in fact. Or maybe Clara was just over-analysing things. After all, it wasn't difficult for someone's mind to go into overdrive when something as strange and unexpected as this happened.

"Well then, Mister Mysterious," Clara allowed a slow grin to creep across her face, stopping a short distance away from the man. She didn't trust him, not yet but she was curious as to why he had singled her out from everyone else in this busy city to talk to. Though she realised with a small shiver, the park around her was almost practically deserted, save for a few people walking a good distance away. "Are you gunna come out of the shadows or what? I can't see you from all the way over there."

"Then why don't you come closer?" The man purred in a playful manner. Clara couldn't help but feel intimidated, like he was a lion playing with his prey, and she was the unfortunate gazelle. She took a deep breath, unwilling to let her fear show. She wasn't scared yet. She had faced much worse than an intimidating, mysterious man.

"I think I'm fine here, thanks," She smiled brightly as a leaf fluttered by her face. The man shifted slightly but did not approach, giving a low chuckle.

"As you wish," He murmured, then paused. A hint of a smirk tugged at his lips. "Do you like stories?"

Clara blinked, stumped for a moment by the unexpected question. "Stories?" She parroted back, unsure if she had heard correctly.

"Like I said," The man gave a slow inclining of his head, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"I... Don't know what you mean," Clara frowned, unsure how to respond.

"You don't know what a story is?" The man took a small, calculated step closer, the light from between the overhanging leaves illuminating his face to reveal a playful grin. Clara folded her arms and rolled her eyes with a small smile.

"No, I meant-"

"It's just a simple question," The man cut her off, keeping his tone light but with a hint of seriousness about it that Clara did not fail to pick up on. "Or do you not know what questions are either?"

"Just cut to the chase, eh?" Clara encouraged him earnestly, becoming increasingly perplexed. She wrapped her arms around herself, unsure if it was the man's presence or the wind that was making her feel so cold.

"Oh, a feisty one," The man grimaced and pulled a face jokingly whilst Clara tried and failed to contain her amused smile. The stranger smirked again. "Alright, I'll go first. I like stories."

Clara paused, her eyebrows knitting together as she tilted her head to the side. "Is... That it?"

"No, that's just the beginning," The man stated bluntly, his tone clipped. Something dark and clever was brewing in his eyes. "Because I know you like stories too. Isn't that right?"

"Okay," Clara let out a breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding, unsure as to when the conversation had taken this more serious turn. She took a hesitant step back, beginning to feel threatened by the man's evasive behaviour.

"Oh, no, don't get scared now," The man's eyes widened in false innocence. "The story's only just beginning."

"What do you mean?" Clara stammered, putting more distance between herself and the stranger, though he still made no move to approach.

"Don't you want to hear the story?" The man's tone now had an intimidating undertone to it.

"No, thank you," Clara turned briskly and began to walk away at a fast pace, clutching her arms around herself for comfort.

"Oh, you'll want to hear it soon enough," The man called lazily from behind her in a tantalizing drawl. "Fairy tales."

Clara's breath caught in her throat as she walked on, on the brink of breaking into a sprint. She kept throwing fervent glances over her shoulder even when she had long since left the park behind her, half afraid that the man might be following her. She didn't know what it was that he wanted, and that scared her. Confusion, not knowing... That was terrifying to her. Worse than any Dalek. Because at least then, then she knew what she was up against.

She was extremely grateful when she reached her flat, making sure the door was firmly locked once she was safely inside. She walked to the kitchen in a daze, putting the kettle on instantaneously and throwing herself down in her chair. She reached for her book but paused, the man's words ringing in her ears.

"Do you like stories?"

She shook her head disparagingly and got up to make herself a cup of tea, her brain on overdrive as she went.

"If I was in any real danger, the Doctor would save me," She shook her head, scolding herself for allowing herself to even consider being frightened and attempting to wipe the strange encounter from her mind. She realised she had been stirring her tea for far too long and curled up in the armchair once more, this time actually picking up the book.

She stared adamantly at the cover and sighed, wishing she knew what was going on.

"Because you like stories too. Isn't that right?"

Clara groaned, throwing her book to the side without reading a word and decided to get an early night. She tucked the duvet covers around her securely, like she would when she was younger to keep the monster from under the bed at bay.

The familiar face of the mysterious man starred in her dreams.

I hope you enjoyed reading that as much as I enjoyed writing it! I just think this is such a good idea for a ship, Clara would try to deny that Moriarty is a bad guy because she tries to see the good in everyone and OH I SHIP IT SO HARD RIGHT NOW!

I seem to have a fascination with fictional villains. Is there something wrong with me? Come on, who else prefers the villain to the hero in most things?

Like for example in Thor, I do love Thor but I can't deny, I like Loki better. Anyone else got any examples like that? I'm interested to see what you guys think :D

But anyway, whaddaya think of the first chappie? ;;) I'm gunna start writing the second straight away, but if you don't think it's good, I mightn't continue, so just let me know if I should :P Idk if it's interesting or not, so let me know :) Constructive criticism is sooo welcome as well so please feel free to tell me how I can improve!

So, leave a review? [Moriarty voice] For me? Pleeeeeeaaaaaseeee?