(1) There's always a Complication (Whouffle)

Chapter 7 - 'No. No. No...'

Chapter 7

Clara's PoV

'No. No. No. This cannot be happening' I begged myself. Why the hell has he turned up now. After all this time. Bloody 8 months he has had to show his ass of a face... and now he decides to show up. I stood up. I wasn't sure if I was more angry or upset that he was here. I opened up the door again and I had my smouldering annoyed face on, and he had his confused to the end of time face on. 'Why?' Was all I asked and he looked more confused now than ever.

'Dad. I... I really need you to listen and have an open mind, about this' I said to him, hoping to God he would listen. 'What is it Clara. You look like your sweating' he said to me. 'Yeah. There is a reason why I'm sweating buckets here' I said to him and then I started pacing the room. 'Okay, so the thing is. I went to the Doctors the other day' I said and be cut me up jumping to conclusions already. 'Oh. What's wrong with you now?' He said sarcastically, relaxing into the sofa and turning in the TV. 'This is serious dad. This is literally a life changing situation I said to him.

'So was the last time you went to the Doctors and it turns out that was just a cold' he joked. It was not just a cold for his information and he knows that. I had tonsillitis and a chest infection. But he didn't exactly come running. 'This time, it really is' I said bluntly and he lifted his head for about 5 seconds and went back to searching the Internet. I curse the day I ever bought him that bloody phone. I decided then, the best way to really get his attention was to just shove the scan in his face, so got it out of my bag and dropped he envelope on his lap.

He looked up annoyed. 'Believe me... You want to have a look' I told him. He sighed and opened the envelope. What I wasn't expecting was his reaction. 'Tell me your kidding?' He said holding the scan up to me. 'I wish I was... But no. I'm 10 weeks' I said. He looked angered but I didn't know what to say to him. 'Your 25 years old' he whispered. 'Yes. I'm more than aware of that' I said. 'And who's the lucky fella then? How's he taking all this?' He asked sarcastically. 'Yeah. About that. He's not exactly in the picture... Mainly because I don't know where he's gone' I said.

He clenched his fists and walked to the door. 'Where are you going?' I asked trying to keep the tears back. 'Out' he said. 'Anywhere away from here' he added and slammed my front door. Thank god Nina was hiding in the next room, because I slid down the door frame and landed on the floor, where she pulled me into another hug, and I cried on her shoulder. 'It's alright. He'll come back. We'll work something out' she assured me, but at this point I just wasn't so confident.

'I came because I got your call' he said.
'I figured it was important. Your looking better anyway. What was it flu?' He asked coming towards me but I backed away. I didn't exactly look my greatest in my tracksuit and old top. It's what being a mother turns you into. A slob. 'You look tired though. Have you not slept?' He asked. 'Your kidding. You are actually joking?' I said dumping the washing on the coffee table and he followed in. 'Don't slam that door!' I said sternly so he closed it quietly and looked a bit hesitant. 'You can't just disappear and then come back!' I cried. Normally I wouldn't jump straight to crying but it's the hormones.

'Disappear? What are you talking about? It's been what... Four days?' He said and I was so angry now. 'Your an idiot. Your so doing this on purpose' I said my voice raising a little louder. I really didn't want to end up shouting because I didn't want to wake her up. But it looked like this is where I was making the argument head. 'Sorry. I'm not doing anything on purpose. Do you want a hug?' He asked. 'No I don't want a hug. Especially not from you' I yelled when he came at me with his arms open. Regrettably I took a swing at him then because I wanted him nowhere near me.

It helped when I punched his chest with my right hand, because he's a lot stronger than he looks, and he jumped backwards as I jumped away. 'Ow. Ow. Ow. Now look what you've done' I squealed. 'Clara. Stop. Let me look, you might have broken something' he said concerned. 'Get away. Just move away' I cried. He came towards me again, and I moved out the way, of which he went straight into the wall. Not to shockingly I had lost now my hours peace because someone had woken her up. I now wasn't the only person in the room crying.

I forgot then about the pain in my fist and ran into the bedroom. She's my number one priority and I had to make sure she was okay. I went in and tried for the life of me to calm her down, but in the end had to forget the pain, and pick her up. I slipped her out of the basket and turned around. To which I was greeted by a very confused and astounded time lord. Good. It's nice that he's the one that's confused for once.