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Eleven Seconds

I just read one of the best whouffle stories ever and no it was not my own! It's called In Her Eyes, by WhovianInSpace96 and I highly recommend this book to all whoffle shippers. Just a warning, this book is not for the faint of heart. I had stop reading multiple times just to pull myself together and at one point swore I would stop reading it altogether because the feels were just too damn much. But I finished it at 2:06 in the morning! PLEASE READ IT WHEN YOU HAVE THE CHANCE! I can't wait to start the sequel. *sqeeeeeeaaal

Doctor's P.O.V

What kiss? Certainly not that kiss.

"What kiss?" I ask.

"If you can hear me, I'm going to bring you back. I need you more than I ever thought I did, and I will not let you go." She recites back to me exactly what I said when I thought I lost her. I can scarcely believe it. How do I explain?

"I was desperate to get you back. All over the place really," I wave my hands for emphasis.

"Doctor..." Her eyes are dangerously narrowed and she has stopped crying I noted. Not sure if that is a good or bad thing at the moment.

"Okay I kissed you yes. A very short chaste kiss."

"It doesn't matter how short it was. What did it mean?" I'm backed into a corner. A very tight cramped corner. I can either lie and deny what the kiss truely meant or I can tell the truth. That the kiss was a pitiful substitute for the all the times I should have kissed her. And that I was planning on kissing her again when I brought her back but she was so angry. I thought she hated me.

"I could tell you if you want. His thoughts are clear as air," Daisy says and I panic. She wouldn't. I'd ground her for eternity.

"Stay out of this Daisy. Whatever he's thinking I want to hear it from him." Daisy walks off sticking out her tongue at me before disappearing around the corner.

"I'll have you know that if you lie to me I will never set foot on this Tardis again. So help me god you better tell me the truth!" I can feel the daggers of her words carving out holes in my hearts. I run my hand through the side of my hair trying to come up with something, something that will stop her from making the worst mistake of her life. She can't leave me. She'll be leaving a broken man left to pick up the pieces.

"I'm not going to stand around and watch you form lies in your head. You have ten seconds. TEN!"

"Clara please don't do this."

"NINE!"

"I can't explain what I was thinking I panicked!"

"EIGHT"

"Clara I care about you."

"SEVEN"

"Come on Clara this is ridiculous.

"SIX"

"You know how much you mean to me."

FIVE"

"Stop, just stop!" She's hurting me. God can't she see how much I'm struggling.

"FOUR"

Then I remember what Missy said about my companions and about their ends. Isn't it better if Clara walks away from me now then what could potentially happen if she doesn't? If I tell her how I feel, she could stay and I could lose her in an even worse way. If I let her go she'll be fine. So I let her go.

"One..." She whispers her voice breaking. I can't even look at her. She looks like a ghost of herself. It's like I killed her. I put my head down, bite my lip, and wait. Wait to hear her foot steps echo away from me. "I'll give you one more second. Because I love you. Just please." I can hear the weariness and strain in her voice. How many times have my companions love me before ultimately paying the price. None the less, hearing her say it tugs hard at my heart strings. I shake my head finally looking her in her eyes.

"I'm so sorry Clara." She clasps her petite hand over her mouth to stifle a sob and her other hand over her heart.

"I'm going to go pack." Stay! My mind screams, mentally reaching out for her, as she shuffles down the corridor away from me. A single tear slips down my cheek. I stuff my hands into my pockets, not bothering to wipe it away.

"You can come out Daisy." I know she didn't roam far. Her being close to Clara and all. A sharp jab goes through my foot as she smashes her heel into it, then squeezes my hand. My burned hand. I reach for my foot almost loosing balance and put my injured hand behind my back, away from her torturous self.

"Ow Daisy! What in the world was that for?"

"You know exactly what's that's for!" Before I can pull up she takes the opportunity to slap me. Hard. I'm sure River would be proud. I cradle my flaming cheek in my hand and step away from her. She has a murderous glare in her eyes. The kind to be very cautious of.

"I can't believe you're letting her just walk away! Why can't you tell her how you feel? Why is it so hard?"

"You don't know what I'd be risking if I told her! You're just a child!"

"I hate you! And I'll never forgive you if she leaves!" She runs after Clara leaving me too stunned to even speak. I limp all the way to the control room and set a hand on the console near the buttons and switches that will take Clara home.

"You understand old girl. Right? I can't possibly let anything else happen to her." The Tardis stays silent. She always responds somehow when I talk to her. "Are you mad at me as well?" The time rotor and the floor start to turn a deep red. "Alright you are mad. Well if it's any consolation, I'm mad at myself too." I set my quivering hand on the first button and start to get to work. We were already out of the black hole. Even though Missy indeed closed it behind us the Tardis tethered itself to London's coordinates. Like a bungee chord, it yanked us back to our previous location. Funny how I didn't even know it could do that. Must have been somewhere in that god awful Tardis manual. No matter how many times I get rid of that silly book the Tardis is always throwing it back into my face. The Tardis dematerializes then arrives in Clara's front yard. Clara walks up the steps with her duffel bag on her shoulder looking positively awful. Her eyes are red and rimmed, her mouth settled in a permanent frown, and her nose and cheeks are splotchy. I feel so guilty I almost change my mind. Almost. I know what's good for her in the long run and it's not me. I walk her to the doors. She sighs loudly and her breath catches a strand of hair before it settling on the side of her face. I want to sweep her hair back, look into her eyes, and hold her. But my fingers only twitch at my side.

"You know you said you wouldn't let me go. Is this your way of saying you were lying?" She asks me with open curiousness.

"Yes," I whisper, and she nods.

"Goodbye Doctor."

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