Walking down the street from the market, Clara walked on the sidewalk, calling the Maitlands to let them know that she was coming home with ingredients to make some food. She was waiting for someone in the blasted house to answer.
"Hello?" Artie asked on the other end.
"Artie, is your dad there?" Clara asked, crossing the second street, unaware it was green.
"Yes he's he-" but that sentence was never finished. Clara got hit by a car and her cellphone fell from her hands.
"Clara?" Artie on the other end asked, a worried tone creeping up on his voice. After no response, he started to hear sirens. There was something wrong.
Running upstairs to where Clara left the number to the one and only TARDIS, Artie hanged up on Clara and dialed the TARDIS's number. After two rings, it was answered.
"Hello? This is the Doctor speaking." The Doctor asked on the other line.
"Doctor, Clara needs you." And that was all he needed.
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Clara woke up in the hospital, her head pounding. She couldn't remember what happened. A man in a lab coat with floppy hair and green eyes appeared and his name tag said 'The Doctor'.
"Hello Miss Oswald, I'm the Doctor and I'm here to ask you several questions." Clara nodded at the man, who seemed so familiar, but she just couldn't remember.
"What was the last thing you remember?" The Doctor man asked, taking out a notepad like a detective.
"When I heard knocking on my current residence's front door." Oh that is a problem, thought the Doctor.
"Did you ever answer the door?" The Doctor asked, knowing he remembered, but she probably didn't.
"No, I don't believe so." She replied and once more the man with the incredibly large chin nodded sadly, as if it was a bad thing to not remember.
"What is your name and your occupation?"
"My name is Clara Oswald, I am a nanny for two children." Clara replied and the Doctor nodded once more.
"Does the name the Doctor mean anything to you?" It was his last resort.
"No?" And just a bit, just a single bit of the Doctor's two hearts broke.
"Well Miss, you're suffering from Amnesia. Don't worry, for I am assigned to take care and help you regain your memories." The Doctor said, pulling out his psychic paper.
"But first, get some rest." He put on a fake smile before closing the door. He leaned on the door, putting the pencil and notebook down, letting it fall.
"She doesn't remember." He mumbled, thinking back to the days of Donna Noble.
"I'll help you remember." The Doctor muttered before going to the TARDIS console room.
'I will.'
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Sorry for not updating, life is confusing. But anyway, this is probably a two parter, as you can see.
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