Doctor who one shots/imagines BOOK 2🌏

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"What did she tell you?"

The Doctor turned back to me, confusion on his face. "What?" I lean against the console, watching his eyes. "Clara. What did she tell you? When you were in the cloisters?" He went silent, as he looked away from my gaze. "Doctor. Tell me." He sighed gently, "I promised I'd keep it a secret." I nodded gently, "Of course she did." I whispered, as I looked back at the doors. "She told me that you'd do that." I glance back, "Do what?" He smiled a bit. "You'd ask." I smiled sadly. "She loved you, y/n. You were her best friend in this world." I look back at him again, "I should of been there. When she died." He frowned. "No. You wouldn't of wanted to see that, believe me." I cross my arms, "I walked away, Doctor. I betrayed my friends because I was angry with you. I'm angry that you didn't come back for me, even if I left you in the first place." He sat down on the steps, "Come sit with me." I hesitated at first, before I slowly sit beside him. "What's wrong?" I was confused. "What do you mean, what's wrong?" He looked right through me, "Clara was my best friend. She saw it through with me.. after I regenerated. She wanted to leave me, but I begged her to stay. I didn't want to be alone. I couldn't bare to be on my own after I changed. I was selfish, but she didn't give up on me." I play with my hands, "I shouldn't of left." I whispered, "I know why you did. You knew that if you stayed that you'd say something you regret. That you couldn't take back. I could see that in your eyes. Jealously."

"Clara was in love with you, Doctor. I'm not an idiot, it was clear as anything to me." He looked down, "She left me for Danny. Plenty of times. You're not the first person to walk out of this TARDIS, y/n. You won't be the last." I felt a heaviness inside my chest, "Does he know that she's gone?" I glance back at him, "Yes. I went to him shortly afterwards. We had a talk." I felt like I was looking at a complete stranger. The man that I knew I loved, he wasn't there anymore. I couldn't move past this. "I have to go." I stand up, as he grabbed my wrist. "Don't run. Please don't run from me." I stopped, as I look at his eyes. His face. "Doctor-" he cuts me off, "I need you. I can't be alone, not like this. I feel like I can't breathe, y/n. I'm losing my mind." I hesitated, "Not like this." I watch his hand, as he softened against my skin. "Clara would want you to be brave. She'd want you to be the Doctor. And save worlds. Save people. Make her proud, Doctor." His eyes became hopeful, "Just like you make me proud." My voice shakes, as he pulled me into his arms. I wrap my arms around his neck, almost breathing in relief as I felt his arms around me. I needed this. The feeling of warmth and safety. He made me feel secure, I was safe in his arms. He held onto me like I was about to break, like I'd fade away if he let me go for just a second. "I'm so proud of you." I mumbled against his ear, as he sobbed. I'd never seen him cry, not really. "I'm right here."

"Don't go. Please don't leave me." He begged, as I ran my hand through his hair. The tears fell down my face, as memories of Clara laughing came into my mind, her smile. The way she was. And it was just a memory now. She was really gone. And he was all I had. "Doctor." I whispered, as I gently wipe his tears away. "I mean it, y/n. Don't you dare walk out of those doors or I will spend eternity hating you for leaving me like this." I was surprised by his reaction, it just hurt me even more. "You'd hate me?" He gently cupped my face. "No.. but I'd be really mad. But I would forgive you eventually." I sighed, as I nodded. "Okay." I whispered. "You won't regret it, I promise." He kissed my forehead.

"I won't regret it, Doctor. I never have."