A Chance to Say Goodbye

Heeeeey. This is my third fic in the Whoniverse, and my first Whouffle story! Please give feedback! Also, this is Clarax11, in case anyone didn't read the summary. BookAddict510

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, which is obvious, because Whouffle is NOT HAPPENING

It was Wednesday, her favorite day, so it was no surprise  when He with the Bushy Eyebrows entered. She reprimanded him without bothering to look up.

"Doctor, you're early again. I told not to appear when I'm in the middle of class!"

"Did you really? Must keep track of what you tell me, I must be getting forgetful in my old age. Well, never mind that! There's this planet made of custard that we've got to go to. It's right next to Messaline, maybe I'll drop by and see how they're doing! Or if we travel a bit further we could go to Raxicoricofallapatorius and Clom. No, on second thoughts let's not do that, probably not a good idea. But no matter, oooh! We could go to Blavsha, it's a planet made of bubbles! Like I mean, you could actually walk on them! Imagine walking on a-Clara?"

He stopped abruptly when the stack of papers in her hands cascaded to the ground. She turned around slowly, almost afraid to see who it was. And there he was. Her old doctor. A nonplussed look on his face as he caught sight of her trembling expression. Gingerly, she reached out her hand, gasping as it made contact with his bow-tie. He apparently noted her sharp intake of breath, because his bemused expression gave way to concern.

"Clara? I could come back later if you want..."

Oh no, he wasn't getting away that easily.

Instead, she grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the classroom with her, ignoring the conspiratorial whispers that burst from inside as she shut the door. "What are you doing here?" She couldn't help it. It was the first thing that came out of her mouth. His confused expression seemed to become more pronounced.

"It's Wednesday! Rassilon, Clara, you'de think you'de remember!"

Her voice  betrayed her. "Doctor, you've gone too far." When he did nothing but tilt his head slightly, she elaborated, trying to keep her voice even."Where-no...When were you aiming for?"

"October, 2014"

"It's October, 2015"

His eyes widened as he grasped what she had been trying to tell him.
"I've overshot", he moaned. "I'm so sorry, Clara. I should go. The Doctor from your time could appear at any second. Imagine if he saw me! Now, that would be disastrous. Crossing my own time stream could result in anything! Can you imagine a hundred anomalies popping up everywhere? Now that, would be-"

"Shut up!" The words tore out of her mouth before she could even help it. "Sorry. Just...just...you're here. I mean, you're actually here." It suddenly occurred to her that this Doctor was from the past. He wasn't aware of his regeneration. God, this was hard. "I-I mean...you're right. You should go. Anomalies and-" She took a staggered breath, determined not to cry. "-anomalies and all. Right." She was horrified to her voice crack at the end, and quickly began pushing him back down the hallway. He whirled around and grabbed her by the shoulders before she could usher him away.

"Clara."

No response.

"Clara"

No response.

"CLARA" 

She looked up slowly, afraid to meet his startlingly green eyes. "W-What?"Her voice shook, and she internally hit herself. Could you make it anymore obvious?