Doctor Who One Shots

Whouffle - Marriage?

The Doctor sighed and ran a hand through his already messy hair. This was risky. He and Clara were already together so their relationship was already dangerous. Especially after the weeping angels. But now Clara was a Time Lady, now nothing could stop them. 

The Doctor pulled the small powder blue box out his pocket and stroked the velvety material with his thumb. He slowly opened the box revealing a small silver ring. A circler shape sat on top, its circle pattern brought a tear to The Doctors eye. On the ring, in Gallifreyan, it read:

Clara Oswald, I love you

 He closed the box and pushed it back into his trouser pocket. Exhaling deeply, he made his way to his, and mostly Clara’s, room. He softly knocked on the door, his eyes fluttering to a close. Why am I so nervous, he thought, I battled Daleks, I destroyed the Cyberman, I obliviated the Vashta Nerada. So why am I so damn nervous?

The Doctor pressed his eyebrows together when there was no reply. He knocked again, but with no reply. He twisted the door knob to find it unlocked and carefully walked into the room, his sonic screwdriver in his hand.

“Clara” He whispered. A snort made The Doctor jump and look towards the bed. He let out a shaky breath at the small brunette huddled up in the blankets. The small lamp on the bedside table illuminated her peaceful face. He smiled slightly and tucked his screwdriver back into his pocket.

Walking over to the bed, he removed the book from her chest and setted it on the table. He shrugged off his jacket and removed the box from his pocket, since it was sticking into his side, and put it on the table. He slowly and carefully lifted the covers up and got into the large bed. He made sure to not squash her and managed to lay next to her. She mumbled something in her sleep and subconsciously snuggled her head into his chest. He entwined his legs with hers and brushed a piece of chocolate hair from her soft cheek. His hand lingered on her soft skin and he trailed his fingers up her face, and then down her side to wrap around her waist. His eyes drooped to a close and he fell asleep comforted by her warmth.

Clara felt something rub against her waist. Her eyes fluttered open, her brown eyes scanning her partner. She smiled slightly, about to snuggle back into his warm chest, when a blue box caught her eye. Clara’s eyes widened as she slowly grabbed the box, being as careful as possible not to wake him. She opened the stiff lid and  her hand covered her mouth.

“Yes Doctor” She whispered, tears forming in her eyes. “I will marry you” She kissed his cheek and put the box back on the table, hoping The Doctor would ask her when he awoke. But right now, she cherished the rare time with The Doctor.

Her Doctor.