Clara walks to the control room and finds The Doctor asleep on the control board. She sighs and pinches his nose to wake him up. He wakes up and looks at her. "Good morning," she greeted.
"Good morning, did you sleep well?" The Doctor asked.
"Yea I did and I don't approve of you falling asleep on the TARDIS controls.." Clara mutters, crossing her arms.
"Hey... Why are you mad at me now? I just accidentally feel asleep. That's all!"
"You slept in the control room... you were obviously working late... and... " she sniffs his breath, "And you smell like alcohol."
"I do?" He smells himself and makes a face.
"How much alcohol have you consumed?"
"I don't know. I didn't count... It wouldn't have been a lot..."
"Something must be eating at you... you usually don't drink... come on talk.."
"It's nothing. Just a new habit. I'm just slightly stressed..."
"Then it's not nothing. Talk to me, tell me what's stressing
you out."
"Just the old nightmares and fears coming back and chewing me up... I'm just worried about things..."
She holds him tightly,
"Nightmares? What nightmares?"
"Everyone has nightmares. They're not that bad."
"Don't lie to me Doctor," she responds, crossing her arms.
"I'm not lying. Now, where to?"
"I don't know, any ideas?"
"Maybe." He pushed some buttons.
She stood there in silence, looking at him suspiciously.
"I do. It's not such a bad place. Here, I'll show you." He puts out his hand.
She looks at his hand with a confused expression.
"Please? Come on?"
She silently takes his hand.
He takes her hand and walks to the door.
She looks down at their hands and blushes.
He pulls her outside and looks around. It was her home.
"Are you getting rid of me Doctor? Is that why you brought me home?"
"I want you to be safe. You need to move on. Be yourself again."
"NO! I want to be with you!" she snapped, slapping his cheek.
"You have no say in this," The Doctor states, pushing her towards the door.
"Says who?!" she shouted angrily.
"Me. I said." He places his hand on his cheek.
"And since when do you have authority over me?!" She argued.
"Since I almost lost you! You need to be happy. Being with me Won't make you happy."
"It's my life! I decide what I want to do with it!" she said sternly with a very serious face.
"Please! Just go home!"-! He says with a desperate expression.
