She's Impossible

I don’t know where I am. I just know I’m running. Sometimes it’s like I’ve lived a thousand lives in a thousand places. I’m born, I live, I die. And always, there’s the Doctor. Always, I’m running to save the Doctor, again, and again, and again. And he hardly ever hears me. But I’ve always been there. My name is Clara Oswald, I was born to save the Doctor. ((Tracked: impossibly clara or impossiblyclara, will interact with anyone))

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Oh, God. He was late, he was late for work. His boss said that if he was late on more time, he was fired. Too buried in his thoughts, Rory accidentally run into someone. She caught his attention as soon as he said 'to hell with work.'  Rory sighed and rubbed his eyes. "Right, sorry, um, I was in some sort of hurry."

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" It's alright, mate." Cara said, dusting herself off a bit, then looking at the man who bumped into her. He had a rather pointy nose, but he was kind of pretty. "Late for work?" she guessed. Up side to being a nanny, she was never late, considering that she lived in the house where she worked. 

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Reblog this post if it's okay for Doctor McCoy to drop by your ask box.

The hypospray is optional.

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Clara had been cooped up in the house for what seemed like forever. Artie and Angie were away at some sort of summer camp, and The Doctor hadn't visited in a long time. In the back of her mind, that sort of worried her, but she ignored that thought.

Not feeling like being caged in a small house, she took her coat, purse, umbrella and keys, taking off for a walk in the park.  She enjoyed the color of the sky and the smell of the trees,it was nice to get out of the house like this one in a while. 

But then someone ran into her. Leaning down to pick all her things, a bit upset, Clara gave the stranger a quick glance. “Blimey, you should be more careful while running like that” 

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Lost || +5

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“Clara. That’s a pretty name.” Amy gripped the young girls shoulders and stared at her. “Now Clara I need you to calm down. Take a deep breath and let it out.”  The young ginger would do anything she could to help this poor girl.

“Alright I know you’re scared, I was scared to when I got dumped here.” It almost seemed like a century ago. Seeing her Doctor and then the next minute she was here alone. “You’re in Manhattan and they year is nineteen thirty six. Clara the Weeping Angels sent you thats the only possible reason why you’re here. I’m sorry but you’re stuck here.”

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Clara pushed her hair out of her face, breathing heavily. She looked up at the girl, with her bright red hair and hazel-green colour eyes. Something made Clara want to trust her, like she met her before. Maybe in one of her echoes?

Calm down, like she said, deep breaths. Clara thought to herself. She nodded, then bit her lip. "Thank you." she breathed. She was calm for about half a moment, then Amy started talking again, mentioning the Weeping Angels. That she was stuck in 1936. "No, no, no..." She murmured, looking up to the stranger. "I-I can't be stuck here. I've got someone who needs me."

[jonimitchell]

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Lost || +5

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That voice. It was that voice from all those years ago. Or was it years ahead? She wasn’t really sure since it was strange to be sent back in time. 

“Hullo? Who’s there?” Amy peeked her head around the corner and looked for the unknown voice. Thats when she spotted her. The poor girl looked so scared and lost. Just like Amy her first night here.

“Hey its okay. You’re okay. You’re in Manhattan nineteen thirty six.” She walked up to the girl and wiped the tears off her face. “I’m Amy Williams. Its okay, dont worry.”

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Someone responded, thank god. Someone Scottish. Clara rose her head slightly, looking around. She couldn't see anyone.

"It's Clara." She responded weakly. "I think? I think I'm Clara." The girl's head popped up from around the corner, and she appeared in a flash of red hair. 

"No, no, no! It's not okay!" Clara raised her voice at the girl unintentionally out of her panic. "I don't know where I am."

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ASK ME TO DESCRIBE A COLOR WITHOUT USING THAT COLOR

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Get your followers to send you colors, and then post your descriptions.  

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Lost || +5

"S-Someone help me. Please." Clara begged in a desperate voice. "I don't know where I am. There were angels and..."

She and The Doctor were at a different planet. It had a funny sounding name, like Hestaki or something like that. No where she had heard of, they were actually supposed to be going to Mexico. But, of course, they did not end up in Mexico. 

Hestaki had some sort of problem they said there were "Weeping Angels." At the mention of the name, the Doctor had stiffened up, and his eyes widened. But he said he'd help.

He told Clara not to blink, he told her that if she blinked, she'd die. So she tried not to blink, she really, really did. But have you ever tried not blinking? It was extremely hard. 

She blinked. She didn't mean to, she just did. She heard the Doctor scream her name, and suddenly, she was here. Alone and lost.

"Please, just someone help me!"

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“Not to crush your hopes, but it won’t be too easy looking for someone in New York.”

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"You're right." Clara sighed, looking down. "But I always find him one way or another."

"Who are you, by the way?"

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Sherlock continued glancing in her house, noticing things the average eye wouldn’t have. He was quite enjoying this new regeneration, with the intelligent mind he was so fond of using. He half registered her question, and gave her a half response back, distracted by his own thoughts.

“Yes, you know me.” The Doctors baritone voice seamed to cover them like a blanket, filling the space evenly between his words. He cleared his throat, paying attention to the present again.

“Though, you possibly don’t know my face.” Sherlock leaned on the door frame, his expression showing obvious boredom. He looked at her face closer, noticing the way her hair parted and the way her thin eyebrows moved when she talked. 

“Mind if I come in? It would be nice to catch up with you.”

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Clara felt a bit odd, with him looking about her house through the door. It seemed as though he was looking at every detail of it, which made her a bit uneasy. She moved the door a bit closer to her so she couldn't see as much, crossing her arms. Who was this man? 

"Oh. Really?" Clara said, feeling a bit embarrassed. She was usually good with faces, she was surprised when she didn't recognize people. "I... I'm sorry, where've we met before?"

"Your... face?" Clara asked, thoroughly confused. She closed her eyes for a moment, looking the man over again. He seemed bored, yet he was still studying everything.

"Um, sure?" Clara replied without thinking.

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“No secrets?” She laughed, pointing her finger over at Clara. She found this getting more and more funnier the more she talked. “No secrets, huh? None whatsoever. So, tell me, Miss Oswald.. What’s his name? Have you met his family? Does he even have a family? Did you know he has a daughter? Or what happened to his planet and what he left behind? Hm, Clara?

No secrets?… I don’t think so..”

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Clara felt sick. "You're lying." She accused, in a way that sounded as if she was saying this more to herself that to her. But suddenly those questions were bothering her. Why didn't she know where he was from, if her had any family? Why hadn't he told her? 

"He... he would have told me those things if they were important." 

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+4

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“It’s fine, Clara. Nothing I can’t handle. In fact, I’m handling it right now,” he said, raising the wires.

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"Are you, now?" Clara asked, crossing her arms. She obviously wasn't convinced. "So, if you're handling it, could you tell me what it is?"

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“Hi,” Arthur replied, smiling at her. “I’m Arthur.”

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"Love that name, Arthur. One of my favorite names." Clara said with a smile. "I'm Clara." 

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ooc; Arg I forgot to say that I'm out of town from now until next Monday, I'm sososo sorry, I won't get to replies until then

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I'M SO UPSET.

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ooc; going to bed