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Sweet Dreams Clara

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BEGINNING OF PART TWO

Doctor's P.O.V

"NO!" I yell, but even I can't hear myself over the roar of my hearts yearning to break out of this chair and save Clara. I tug relentlessly at my cuffs, rock my body back and forth, anything to get out of this chair. I wish I could look away but my eyes are glued on Clara dying. Her body shakes, then arches, then falls, while her face is twisted in indescribable pain. I did this. I did this to her. Someone jumps out, the blond haired girl, my daughter, from in between the Cybermen and reaches out towards the remote in Missy's hand. She would have succeed too; Missy was to busy watching me, feeding off my pain and enjoying every second off it. But then something happens, something I can't really describe as anything but a nuclear bomb dropping. There is no sound, only a painfully white flash of light then black out.

I open my eyes and immediately recognize the interior of the Tardis. I sit up slowly. Was it all a dream?  I take a few relieving breaths. It must have been a dream if I'm waking up.

"Doctor? What happened?" I freeze. Of course it wasn't a dream. I don't dream. And my supposed daughter is standing right in front of me.

"Really what happened? I had her, I was so close to that remote." She balls up her hand into a fist in front grunts angrily. Wow. She is the spitting image of River.

"I don't think it matters. Clara is fine," River calls from below.

"How do you know?" I immediately ask.

"Because I'm staring right at her." I get up and run down the steps from the Tardis console, looking for River. I don't have to look far. She is kneeling over Clara with her fingers to her throat. "Her pulse is strong but she's not waking up." I immediately rush to her side and cradle her head.

"Clara? Can you hear me?" My relief went to concern fast, I give her body a little shake hoping to jolt her awake but she doesn't even bat an eyelash. " I think she's just tired. She's been through a lot. I'm going to bring her to bed."

"But Doctor, how did we get here? And how is she still alive?"

" She's my impossible girl. That's how." River gives me a look that I ignore while I scoop Clara into my arms.

"That's not a good enough explanation. There must be a better-"

"Than find one!" I snap. I don't know why I'm mad at River. It's usually the other way around. I could blame it on the mysterious daughter she's kept from me, but right now that's not it. I just need to be alone with my thoughts and with Clara, nobody else. Don't get me wrong, I love River, I always will and we have an amazing history together. It's hard knowing she's dead, and even harder seeing her after death, knowing that she won't be there forever. It hurts terribly, just like the death of her parents. But Clara saved me from that. She turned my life of despair into a fun and adventurous one again. She made me smile, she made me flirt, she made me happy. River is my haunting past, and Clara is my beautiful future. I give River a kiss on the cheek to soften the blow, but she still stands as rigid as ever. "I'm sorry honey. Let me bring her to her bed than we can brainstorm. Alright? And I want to officially meet this gorgeous daughter of ours." I turn and make my way to Clara's room.

I don't even have to look up from Clara's sleeping form to find the way. As long as the Tardis doesn't play any jokes, which at a time like this is very unlikely, I should be able to get there without taking my eyes off of her. I'm looking for her usual sleeping habits, the occasional soft snore, the tossing and turning, even a small smile,which I assumed meant she was having a good dream. But if it wasn't for the rise and fall of her chest, I would have believed she was dead. Again. I am beyond worried, but glad that at least she really isn't dead. That feeling of hopelessness and failure that I felt when I thought she was... well I never want to feel it again. But something is off about her and about this whole situation. Clara isn't moving, isn't responding to anything, like she is in a coma. And how did we end up on the Tardis alive and unharmed, Clara especially.

I push open her room door with my foot and walk in. Her room walls are crimson red and a long dark wooded desk is against the wall with a pile of books neatly stacked on top and one wide open. As I walk by I glance at the title on the top of the page. Robin Hood. Huh. Never really was interested in reading about him. I gently set Clara onto her bed. The bed sheets are the same color of the Tardis, a lovely contrast against Clara's hair. I sit next to her and stroke her cheek with my thumb. A fluttery feeling starts up in me. I've done this before while she was sleeping once. Only once out of all the times I watched her sleep, did I finally got the courage to actually touch her. I was afraid she'd wake up and I wouldn't be able to explain why. I didn't want to come off as creepy and scare her away, but that night I risked it because I just don't really know... I couldn't stand it anymore. And when I tentatively reached my hand out to her face and rubbed my thumb softly against her cheek the most incredible thing happened. She nuzzled my hand and sighed. But the next night I was cautious and never touched her in her sleep again. Until now. I guess it's because she won't wake up. A startling thought hit me. Will she ever wake up? Even now I expect her to nuzzle my hand but she doesn't move an inch. I sigh. I don't want to leave her but River's right. I need to figure out what happened.

But maybe... I jump off the bed and look around for the gift I gave Clara for her birthday two months ago. If I can find it... it's nowhere in sight so I look under the bed. Ahha! Gotcha. I pull on the furry leg and out pops the teddy bear I made for her at a Build a Bear workshop. It had on a small tweed jacket with a red bowtie around it's neck. I even inserted two hearts into it.
Doctor Bear. Smiling,I laid Doctor Bear into the crook of her arm.

"Sweet dreams Clara," I whisper into her ear and kiss her forehead before walking out of her room and gently closing the door behind me.

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