RUN

My Other Half

Author's Note: The story is mainly going to be told by Clara's view, therefore I only use P.O.V if it's someone else. Just something to keep in mind. So I am not putting (blank)P.O.V for this chapter because Clara is the very main character. If there isn't a P.O.V you should immediately know that it is her point of view.

Colors swirl and fog my mind. They are harsh and bright. They sear into my brain, into the back of my eyes, into every nerve, fusing and binding together. I wake up gasping and covered with sweat. I hear a chair turn over and the Doctor is suddenly hovering over me.

"Clara?" His voice is uncertain, and he doesn't touch me. I rake my hair out of my eyes. The colors are still there dancing and fading in and out of my vision.

"I just need a shower, is all." I tell him, then "Can you help me up?" because I don't him to think I'm trying to push him away. I reach out my hand and he grabs it, steadying me while I bring my legs over the side of the bed and stand up. I'm a bit wobbly and the Doctor brings me into his side to lean on.

"Clara, you're very hot. I think you might be running a fever."

"I have the Tardis living inside me burning my insides to a crisp. It's a bit more than just a plain fever." I roll my eyes, but that does nothing to soften the blow I accidentally gave.

"Does it really hurt that much?" The Doctor mutters and I know he is feeling guilty.

"No, I'm just saying things." I sigh. The Doctor helps me to the bathroom going slower than necessary.

" Anything else?" He asks once we get to the door.

"Well you could take off my clothes and give me a good scrub." The Doctor makes a sound between chocking and a strangled gasp and I laugh.

" I'm joking Doctor. I can manage that part on my own." The Doctor's face turns beat red .

" You really should not make jokes like that. You could throw somebody off."

"Somebody? Or just you?"

"Oh, shut up." The Doctor walks away flustered. "If you need anything, call for me. I won't be far."

"You never are," I mummer under my breath before closing the door. I usually tease the Doctor but this time I was more bold. And I really enjoyed it watching his cheeks flush like that. He really is handsome when he's nervous. Woah girl, calm yourself. I can feel my skin flushing and blood rush to my head. I lean on the sink and look up to the mirror. My hair is sticking to my forehead and bright red cheeks. My pupils are dilated and my breathing is rapid. It's like I'm having a panic attack except I'm not panicking. I'm craving. Him. The Doctor.
"Oh what's wrong with you stupid Tardis, you're a machine, lusting after a man. It's wrong, and I don't want to feel it." I put my hand over my heart. It's beating three times as fast as it should.

"Holy crap," I squeak out, literally afraid. "Please, please, please calm yourself." I turn on the sink and splash cold water on my face. The refreshing coolness cools me down a tiny bit. I immediately strip down and get ready to take a cold shower. I mean freezing.

When I'm done, my body feels almost back to normal. My heart is still beating way faster than a human's, but it doesn't seem like it's killing me. One of my shirts and a pair of sweat pants were waiting for me when I got out of the shower.

"Thanks, even though I know you're only being nice because I have a piece of you inside me." The clothes immediately disappear.

"No wait! Forget I said that! I'm sorry! Can I please have my clothes back?"

After 15 minutes of begging for my clothes... they still don't appear. I'm going to have to go to my room and get something to put on. But the clothes I was wearing are sweaty and I just took a shower so I don't want to put those back on. The only other choices is a towel or sneak out naked. I weigh which is more embarrassing to be caught in if the Doctor happens to be closer than I think and towel wins. I open the door and look around. The coast is clear, so I glide down the hallway leading to my bedroom, turn and walk straight into the control room. And the Doctor is standing right in front of me. His back is turned towards me and he is stroking the Tardis console.

"I'm so sorry Sexy. But I am really grateful for what you did. Or what you allowed me to do." I start backing away slowly.

"Clara is so perfect for me. Do you know how it feels when you meet your other half and suddenly, you are not whole without them. That's what she is. My other half." I stop, awestruck. Perfect? His other half?
That's what I mean to him? I have to get out of this hallway and go to my room to sort out all my emotions. I need to go right now, before I can even think too hard about it.

I turn around and my foot connects with something, sending it clanging across the floor. I tense up and look behind me meeting the Doctor's wide eyes.

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