Whouffaldi OneShots | Doctor Who

Always Here

Dreams. They can be amazing things, but sometimes they can hurt.
Doctor's POV
I opened my eyes quickly after that dream about the Daleks, killing everyone I loved. Lying here in this bed next to her was the best thing that has ever happened to me. Being able to see her face every morning and every second of every day. Being able to smell burning coming from the kitchen every day, burnt soufflés don't taste that bad. Everyday I'd look over to Clara's side of our bed, we would get up and head to the console and punch in coordinates together, knowing that wherever we go there would be danger. But we didn't care, we'd run together, hand in hand, whether it be a Dalek or Cyberman or something completely new or ancient. We'd do it together.
I have that dream every night, the one about the Daleks killing everyone I love. Including my impossible girl, Clara.
But I have to face the facts.
Have to face the truth.
I wish it was just a dream, but now I lay alone in this bed, with the memory of Clara's last moments. Her tear filled eyes. She was gone now, and I just had to accept it.
All of those things about burnt soufflés and our hand in hand runs were in the past. She died from Dalek weaponary. It was the Dalek who fired it. But it felt like I fired it. It felt like I did it. It was my fault that she died. I don't like to think about it. I should never have taken her to that god awful planet.

I close my eyes.  Maybe one night I will go without that dream. The dream that I fear most.
The dream that hurts.
My impossible girl.