Sweet Dreams, Doctor

Clara's footsteps echoed around the console room as she entered through the doors of the Tardis. With her, she carried all of her marking she had to do over the weekend. Bringing it with her made her feel less guilty about the fact that she would probably not attempt any of it during her travels with The Doctor.

Speaking of which...

"Doctor?" She called out, scanning the space for the Timelord. She frowned at his unusual absence. "Doctor?"

She started taking in every small detail like a detective, observing the little changes she had picked up on as soon as she had stepped onboard.

The Tardis was humming and the lights were dimmed to a softer level than normal. The walls glowed orange rather than their darker colour. She followed the walls right up to the balcony that overlooked the console and that was when she found him.

He was sat in his leather chair.

Asleep.

She smiled at the rare sight, setting her books and luggage aside to approach him. Her movements were slow and cautious as climbed the stairs. Everytime he stirred or showed signs of movement, she froze, not wanting to wake him.

She had to savour this moment.

His head was tilted towards his left shoulder with his chin resting snug against his collarbone. His chest rose and fell in small bursts, lips parted a little as he took each breath. His hands were placed over the pages of a book which rested in his lap. His grip on the cover was slipping as his hands became limp. Clara carefully prised it from his hands and set it aside. She smiled fondly at his face, the one she had grown to love. It was usually tense and lined with creases but in sleep it was relaxed. He looked younger, almost.

The Doctor stirred a little, mumbling incoherently and turning onto his side. He pressed his face into the leather of his chair and settled once more. Now free of his book, he clutched his hands to his chest and rested his head against them as though in prayer. Clara's heart fluttered at the sight. He reminded her a lot of her Father, falling asleep in his favourite vhair every Christmas after the Queen's Speech. 

Clara decided to drag herself away in search of a blanket for him. Finding some old trunks, she was happy to find a huge fluffy one. She made sure to not disturb him as she carefully placed it around his slim frame. As soon as she was finished, she grinned at how he snuggled into it subconsciously. He absently pulled the blanket up to his chin and curled up into its warmth, much to Clara's amusement.

Once she was sure that he was settled, she bent down and pressed her lips against his forehead. "Sweet dreams, Doctor"

And then she headed back down to the console to begin her marking.

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A/N: If you have a request for a oneshot, comment on this story or send me a DM. I'll pretty much do any Doctor/Companion from New Who :)