RUN

My Very Scary Clara

"How many times do I have to apologize? Doctor speak to me!" The Doctor sighs, the first reaction I've gotten from him since I led him to the Med Bay, washed, and bandaged his hand. I've been apologizing like crazy, and I truely feel bad. Even worse now that he won't talk to me.

"I'm not mad Clara. I'm merely thinking." I squat in front him while he sits on a cot, and rub the back of his injured hand. I bandaged it but he put something on it first. Some sort of soothing lotion. So I don't think it hurts when I touch it.

"What are you thinking about?

"You."

"Well if it's about me I have a right to know."

"I'm just worried about you is all." His other hand brushes his fingers across my cheek and when he pulls away I stop him and place his hand back on my face. He smiles and I think I see a hint of a blush crawling up my cheeks. God he is so gorgeous.

"Don't be. I'm fine," I assure him. I am now at least and that's all that matters.

"Missy is a genius. I can't help thinking that she's right a you're more powerful then I imagined. I know what you did to me was just a flare up and you didn't mean to hurt me. But I've seen you with the intention to hurt someone and Clara you are scary."

"I don't want to be scary in your eyes. I just want you to look at me like your Clara again."

"You will always be my Clara. My very scary Clara." I smack his knee then envolope him in a hug. He awkwardly puts his injured hand on my back, pressing with very light pressure.

"Promise me you won't be afraid of me. No matter what I do promise me you will never look at me like that again."

"Cross my hearts," he whispers in my ear, his breath hot sending pleasurable tingles down my neck. I try to pull back but the Doctor grips the back of my hair and slowly brings our foreheads forward so that they are touching and we're looking into each other's eyes. Neither of us move and I have to fight to keep my breathing regular. In... out... in... out. Oh what the heck is he waiting for. Why won't he kiss me? My mind immediately goes to River and I wish it hadn't. Now I pull back instead of going forward like I wanted to. The Doctor seems dazed and is that disappointment?

"We should probably find River. She could be worried sick," I say in a monotone voice that sounds weird coming out of my mouth.

"River left and she's not coming back."

"Huh?"

"I told her how I needed to say goodbye for good this time. I needed to move on and she needed to be put to rest."

"Oh... I'm sorry. I know how hard endings are for you." He mumbles something. It sounded along the lines of"You have no idea," but I couldn't be sure.

"What?"

"Nothing." Yeah. It was definitely that. I stock away the bandages and ointment. The Doctor gets up to help but I swat his good hand away.

"Oh I wanted to know what happened to Angie and Artie?"

"They are at home." I breath a sigh of relief that the Doctor did not miss. "What were you preparing for me to say?"

"Worst case scenario, you didn't know where they were."

"How is that worst case? You have the possibility of finding them."

"That's assuming they want to be found. Have you ever played hide and seek with them?" Everything is all put away and we walk out of the Med Bay. The Tardis turns the lights off as soon as the door closes. The Doctor puts his arm around my neck and pulls me close as we walk in a cricked line.