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Clara read the large sign next to the building, Gallifrey High School home of the Angels. Clara had been teaching English here for about a year now. Not terribly exciting, but it's what she wanted. She parked her car in the teachers lot and headed into the building. All the teachers were called in for a meeting to greet the new teacher and discus the year. The first day of school was tomorrow. Clara made her way through the hallways to the conference room. The room was full of all the core subject teachers. Clara sat next to her friends Vastra and Jenny. Vastra taught science and Jenny taught math.
"Hey." Clara said siting.
"Hi, Clara." Jenny and Vastra said together.
The Principal and District Director began the meeting.
"Hello everyone. Hope you all enjoyed your summers. But it's good to be back, and to get straight to business, I'd like to introduce John Smith."
A tall slim man with brown hair and a goofy smile stood up. He looked rather young, and wore a blue bow-tie. He waved and said "I'd prefer if you all just called me 'The Doctor' or just 'Doctor'."
The Principle cleared his throat "Yes, well The Doctor is the new History Teacher, so lets give him a nice welcome."
There were muttered hellos and welcomes, not at all enthusiastic. The meeting continued, but Clara hardly paid attention. She had her lessons plan ready. Besides the new teacher was rather cute. She kept sneaking peeks at him, and only once did he notice. He smirked and winked at her. Clara blushed at getting caught. Eventually the meeting ended, and the teachers shuffled out of there as fast as they could. Clara said goodbye to Vastra and Jenny, and went to leave, but was stopped by The Doctor.
“Hi.” The Doctor said putting his hand out to her
“Hello.” Clara said shaking it.
"What's your name?" The Doctor asked.
"Clara, Clara Oswald."
"Nice name, you should definitely keep it." He said with a half hearted smile. “So, what do you teach?” He put his hands in his pockets.
“English.”
“Ah, Fun. Writing and reading and what not.”
Clara nodded “Yep.”
They began walking towards the teachers parking lot, not saying anything. Once Clara reached her car, The Doctor waved goodbye and walked towards his own car. A blue porsche 911 turbo. How could a teacher afford a car like that? Clara shook her head and got in her own car. The drive to her house went rather slow, the traffic was especially annoying. By the time she had made it back to her house, it was about lunch. Clara spent the time cooking and dancing around to the music of Bizet. She had finished cleaning the dishes, and decided to walk around town. She grabbed her purse and jacket and headed out the door and walked down the familiar road to her favorite café. As she opened the door, the usual sounds and scents washed over her. She ordered her favorite drink, a hazelnut frappuccino. She paid and spun around quickly, knocking into the person behind her, spilling her drink.
“Oh, I’m so sorry I-” Clara paused when she noticed who it was. The new history teacher. “Oh it’s you.”
“It is.” He said with a quirky smile.
Clara handed him some napkins, and he dabbed at his shirt.
"I really am sorry."
"Oh no it's quite alright, accidents happen."
"Well I feel really bad ruining your shirt, can I buy you a drink or something?"
The doctor smiled at her and tossed the napkins in the trash "How about I get us drinks, and you sit with me for a bit?"
Clara bit her lip, she really didn't know him, of course that's how you get to know people, by talking with them. And who knows, it could be fun. She nodded and smiled at him.
"Great!" He said clasping his hands and spinning towards the counter "So what ever she just had" He said pointing to Clara, "and A plate of jammie dodgers and oh just some tea."
The doctor handed over the money and led Clara to a table in the corner, pulled out a chair for her.
"Thank you Doctor." She beamed at him.
He gave a silent smile and went to get their order, the two drinks in hand and balancing the plate of jammie dodgers on his forearm. He set it all down on their table and sat down, a proud grin. He pushed Clara's coffee toward her, and stuffed a jammie dodger in his mouth.
"Thank you." Clara said smiling and slowly sipping the hot drink.
"Your welcome." He took a sip of his tea, burning his tongue in the process. He stuck his tongue out and whispered "Ouch you stupid yummy thing."
Clara, missing the whole burnt tongue thing raised her eyebrow in question, what a strange man, hopefully he wasn't directing his words toward her.
The doctor noticed her look, and stuck his tongue back in and straightened up in his chair, "Sorry, I burnt my tongue."
"Oh." Clara said, feeling rather dumb.
"Anywho, How long have you been teaching?"
"This will be my second year, what about you?" Clara asked, playing with her lid.
"Oh, I've substituted before, took over a physics class, but as a full time teacher this will be my first year."
"That must have been fun, substituting."
"It was alright, the other staff was pretty weird though."
Clara laughed and took another drink.
"So hows the staff here?" He asked, biting a jammie dodger.
"Well mostly friendly, Gym teachers a bit dim." She laughed.
Three cups and another plate of jammie dodgers later, they had to head home, bidding each other farewells, The doctor slipped his number into her jacket pocket.
Clara woke up bright and early the next morning, nervous for the first day of school. Well she tried to tell herself it was school that made her stomach flutter, but in truth it was the doctor. She had found his number in her pocket after she arrived home, and had tapped it to the wall by the phone. Clara did her usual routine of getting ready, and managed to be one of the first few cars in the teacher's lot. She made her way through the school, and to her room on the third floor in the left wing. She unlocked the door and pushed past the door. She had changed up the room a little bit from last year, the desks were now in rows instead of groups, due to a talkative bunch of teenagers. Clara sat at her desk and placed her bag underneath it. She sighed and leaned back in her chair, it's going to be a long day.
At Lunch, Jenny stopped by and invited Clara to lunch in the teachers room. Vastra met up with them along the way, and they chose their usual table in the back, Vastra and Jenny sat across from Clara.
"So how's today's classes been so far?" Jenny asked.
"So far so good, that boy Sherlock is still difficult." Vastra said shaking her head.
"What about you Clara?"
Clara shrugged " Good I guess, no one fell asleep on me."
The girls laughed, but Clara's attention was diverted to the group walking in. Strax the gym teacher. Craig the computer teacher, and the doctor.
The Doctor looked around the room until his eyes landed on Clara. He smiled brightly and walked up to her, leaving his friends by the microwave.
"Hello Clara."
Vastra and Jenny watched him curiously.
"Hello Doctor, um would you like to join us for lunch?" Clara looked at Vastra and Jenny for approval of the invitation, they nodded slightly.
"Oh, no thank you, I've already got plans today" He said gesturing to Craig and Strax. " I just wanted to say hello."
"So how's your day going then?" Clara asked.
"Rather well actually, Nothing has broken so far, and I haven't made a mess." He said with a proud grin.
Clara laughed at him and shook her head, he's so very awkward and childish.
"Oi! Doctor, let's go." Craig called to him.
"Well Clara, um I'll see you later then?"
Clara nodded, and the doctor waved and walked out with his friends.
"Is there something going on between you two?" Vastra asked excitedly.
"Well-" Clara began.
"What happened?"
Clara shook her head, she could never get anything past Vastra, "Well yesterday, I was getting a coffee and I had spilt my drink on him, on accident. And he bought me another one and we sat and talked together for a while."
"How long is a while?"
"About four hours" Clara said sheepishly.
"Oh that's cute, it was a date wasn't it?" Vastra pressed.
"No, well... no. It wasn't planned or anything, it just happened."
"You know what they say 'unplanned moments are always better than planned ones."'
Eventually the school day ended, and as Clara was packing up, the doctor came into her room, holding two take away cups of tea.
"Brought you a drink." He said handing her the cup.
"Thank you." Clara set her bag back down on the floor.
"The doctor leaned against her desk, and took a drink from his cup, "So, I was wondering, if maybe this weekend I could take you out for dinner?"
Clara blushed, she wasn't expecting this. "I-"
"Miss.Oswald?"
"I'll see you later." The Doctor whispered as he left the room.
"Uh Yes Dean?"
He stepped forward "Um, Can I pick up some of Sam's work?"
"Oh, of course, how many days ahead?"
"Two weeks." Dean said shrugging.
Clara rummaged through a filing cabinet looking for the winchester folder, The boys were always out of school, but Sam always managed to get his work done, it went the same way last year.
She pulled out the folder and handed it to him "Here you go, and Dean, if you ever need anything, just ask. Even if it's just someone to talk to, okay?"
"Yes ma'am." Dean said as he walked out.
Clara sighed and picked her bag back up and walked to her car. As she walked threw the door of her house, the exhaustion finally came over her, She dropped her bag at the bottom of the stairs and climbed the stairs to her room. She layed in bed fully clothed and fell asleep.