Before I go

A/N: This an AU (Because it will never be canon so...) Whouffle, Baby fic. will probably be a two-shot maybe more, depends what you guys want, Italics mean thoughs

Enjoy, VMM

Clara held her son in her arms, tears brimming her eyes. "He's so cute isn't he Clara," The Doctor fussed over their hour old child, The Doctor put his hands up "Ok, Samantha didn't mean to offend you, but is true,"

"Um Doctor Samantha is a girls name, so maybe a boys name " Clara rolled her eyes "Seeing as he is a boy"

"But he says he wants to be calls Samantha,"

"Doctor, babies can't talk"

"I speak baby" The Doctor said proudly, he turned to face her, then he saw her red eyes, "Clara what's wrong?" He asked genuinely concerned

"nothing, I'm just, cherishing this moment,"  Clara avoided his gaze, "Hey how about Samson? It still has the word Sam in it." The baby gurgled

"Samson approves" The doctor grinned, Clara wiped a tear away, watching her fiancée and their timelord child, and all along she had remembered, Rule One. The Doctor Lies. But two can play at this game.

Night had fallen, she had returned to the TARDIS with the Doctor, he was asleep now though, on a chair next to her bed which was also next to the cot, seems like the looking after Clara had caught up with him, just the thing she needed, she slipped out of bed and stood up while wobbling a bit, trying to regain balance she had lost, she crept to the cot and kissed the child, Samson's, forehead "I love you" she whispered, tears starting to choke her, then she crept to the Doctor and also kissed him on the forehead, "I'm sorry my love" The tears were falling freely now, she walked to her bed, crouched and brought out a small red bag, out of it she drew a letter, with the words 'Doctor' Written in careful feminine writing, a tear drop landed on it slightly smudging the writing, and as quietly as she could Clara ran, out of her room to the control room.

"Please" she whispered to the living machine when she reached the controls, Clara checked the location, Scotland. That's good enough She thought "Don't tell him where I'm going, I know you hate me anyway so." Clara opened the entrance door and slipped out, only to come face to face with Artie, then Artie flickered and Clara realised he was a hologram projected by the TARDIS, "I do hate you," the hologram Artie/TARDIS admitted, "But there's two reasons for it," The hologram flickered again, "One, I hate always loved my thief, don't you think I'd be jealous"

"I guess" Replied Clara "I can't believe it I'm talking to a hologram," The TARDIS hologram glared at her

"Second. I always knew this would happen, so it tried to stop it, I knew it would break his heart".

"It breaks mine, too but you know I have to leave, or it will break his heart even more!" Clara cried, the hologram nodded, "Remember, please, only tell him when its time to say goodbye." Then the hologram of Artie disappeared, to be replaced by the glow of the rising sun.

Clara called the nearest taxi service she could find "England please" she said

"Were abouts" asked the driver a lady that looked to be in her thirties.

"Um," Clara bit her lip somewhere far away then she remembered somewhere she had gone with her parents all those years ago, "Whitehaven."

Till my goodbye, this is goodbye, remember me when my moon sets, and I'll watch as your sun rises.