Thirteenth X Clara - Alternative

Chapter 12: Angry and Confused

The covering of sleep slowly made its way away from the body of Clara Oswald as a new day beckoned her awake. She maybe had the best night's sleep she had in centuries. The bed was amazingly comfortable, and the nightgown made it feel that much nicer. Her dreams, well, her dreams were punctuated by a blonde locked Timelord, whose mere presence made her dreams as great as they had ever been in so long. Her eyes slowly began to be introduced to the light of the morning, when she realized that the light was obscured slightly. As her eyes opened fully, a warm smile came over her face and if it was still a proper one, her heart would be beating out strong beats of content.

"Morning." the Doctor said with a warm smile of her own as she stood over her now awoken best friend.

"Morning. How was your night?"

"Fantastic. Best sleep I had in ages. .... I dreamt about you, about last night." the Doctor blushingly admitted.

"Same. ... I dreamt about you, too."

"A good dream, I hope?"

"The best dream."

"Brilliant." the Doctor said with a genuine sense of relief that Clara felt was very admirable.

"What are you doing up then, and in my room? Not that I mind, of course." Clara inquired.

The Doctor's face lit up, and she got off the bed and her movement revealed the existence of a small tray with a cup of coffee and a fried egg sandwich.

"I thought I'd bring you breakfast in bed. Made in the Tardis. Victorian food is lovely, but I knew this was your favorite, so I wanted to make sure you got it."

"Wow, that's so sweet! Thank you. You didn't have to do that." Clara said, her face lighting up as she scooted across to the deliciously smelling food and drink.

"I wanted to do it. I wanted to do something special for you. My Clara."

There was a small look passed between them before Clara dug into her food.

"We're not due for the tour until a few hours from now. I already took out an outfit for you, with help from the Tardis, and mine is prepared for as well."

"You know.... for someone who seemed quite focused on the mission and wanting to stop the Echors, you're quite chuffed to go on this tour." Clara noted between bites of her sandwich.

"Ah well. I listened to what you had to say, really. We may never get an opportunity like this again, so might as well take advantage of it. This will be it, I promise. Tomorrow, it's back to work, but today is another day to relax and enjoy ourselves."

It was an interesting prospect, Clara thought. Plus, they'd be near Victoria constantly, so they'd be able to protect her.

"Never said there was anything wrong with it. I was just intrigued. You're quite right. How often do you get a tour of 19th century England, personally done by Queen Victoria herself?"

"A perfect candidate for a second date if I say so myself." the Doctor said, smiling at her.

"Now you're even admitting this is a second date. Who are you and what have you done with my Doctor?" Clara said with mock fear and her hands up in the air.

"I believe last night cleared the last few cobwebs away from me and I'm finally where I need to be, at your side."

It was a huge thing to admit, but it felt right for the Doctor. There was a comfort and a joy that she felt working alongside Clara that she hadn't in a long time. She still wasn't ready to admit THAT yet, but she was making her way there bit by bit.