Whouffle One Shots

One Day

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Doctor stared out the window, rain drops slowly racing down it. He heard a knock on the door, he jumped a little as he pulled the blanket that was draped around his shoulders a little bit closer. “Are you going to go out today, sweetie? I need you to get me some milk from the shop? It’s icy and I don’t want to risk it..” It was his mother, he waved his hand dismissively. Slowly rising to his feet.

He had felt like this since his dad had died in a sudden car crash, he barely moved from his spot at the window in his bedroom. He barely talked, texted, communicated. He wanted his dad back. When it had happened, he hadn’t known what to do, so he isolated himself, slowly watching life pass him by, day by day.

He put on jeans and a top, going downstairs as he wrapped his hand around the end of the banister, searching for his mom. He quietly entered the kitchen, seeing his mom scramble for money, opening her rainy day money jar. He grinned a little. She passed him a £10 note. “Keep the change, won’t you?” She said to him. “Go out, make a day out of this.” She pushed him out the door. He looked at his feet, shaking his head.

He kept walking, staring at his feet the whole time. He felt himself bump into someone, knocking him off his feet, he inhaled deeply, looking up a little and seeing a hand outstretched before him. He smiled to himself, reaching out and grabbed it, suddenly becoming face to face with a girl that looked around his age. “I’m terribly sorry about that, I wasn’t looking where I was… uhm, where are you going?” She stared in disbelief at the man she had knocked had just got up and left.

He turned round to face her. “Uh, me?” She raised her eyebrows expectantly, waiting for him to carry on. “I was just… just going…” his voice was raspy due to the fact he hadn’t spoke in about two days. He dug his hands in his pockets, turning around to walk away again before stopping and turning around, may as well… “I’m Doctor.”

She took a step forward, smiling. “Clara.” Doctor smiled and nodded, he didn’t know what to do, he couldn’t remember.

Clara looked down, turning to walk away when she heard a loud outburst of something that sounded like “coffee”. She turned around. “Uh… do you wanna go get coffee?” Doctor asked, his hands still dug in his pockets, shoulders rigid and a lopsided smirk on his face.

Clara smiled,”Coffee.” She agreed.

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“Aw, c’mon, Clara, I do not under any circumstances look like a lion.” He heard her give out a giggle.

“From an angle.” She corrected him, putting the popcorn on the table in front of them as she sat back down on the sofa, cuddling up to the Doctor. She nuzzled her head on his arm affectionately, then looked up at him. They hadn’t kissed yet. She had obviously wanted to but couldn’t. She wanted him to feel comfortable around her, plus, they’d only be going out a few weeks, and he was already coming out of his shell.

He looked at her, smiling, then ever so slowly moved in, she put  her hands on his chest, needing help to push herself up, yes, she was that small. With about a centimetre in between them, Doctor’s phone started to buzz, he looked at the screen, got up and started to talk. Clara groaned loudly, dropping her head in despair.

Then she saw his face. He seemed so sad, like a lost puppy as he looked at Clara, hanging up his phone. “Sorry, I had to, erm, take that…” She smiled affectionately and sat up, allowing him to sit back where he was.

“Who was it anyway?” She asked, yawning as he got in behind her, lying back down on top of him.

“My therapist…” He said, barely audible, Clara went rigid and sat up staring at him, putting her hands on both of  his cheeks and made him make eye contact with her.

“Wha… why… you’re… you’re not… not going to like… you know… die or anything.... you don’t…” her eyes flicked to his wrists desperately, then looked up at him again.

He just smiled lopsided at her. “No, no, no death here." She smiled, flopping down beside him.

"And you don't do the other thing either, right?" She asked quietly.

The Doctor stayed silent. "I actually only started therapy... I'm gonna quit it, you know..."

Clara sat up, looking at him sternly. "So you do it?" The Doctor stayed silent. "You're staying with Therapy."

"I haven't done it in two weeks, you know." Clara felt her heart stop. "You're my therapy, Clara. You fantastic girl." He leaned in and kissed her, taking her by surprise but she kissed back, grabbing on to his shirt, deepening the kiss considerably. He smiled into it, he had never felt this way about someone before. After around a minute, she pulled away.

"I love you, Doctor." She mumbled quietly.

He looked at her, rolling up his sleeves, Clara shielded her eyes at first but felt his steady heartbeat on her chest, slowly looking at it.

She gasped a little, tears brimming her eyes. "Why?"

"My dad died when I was 14.." He mumbled, rolling his sleeve back down.

She wrapped her arms around his waist,pulling him in tightly and hiding her face in his chest. "I love you too, Clara."