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I Love You Too, Clara

I don't own Doctor who, only this story.

It had been usual for Clara to wake up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat, tear stains on her cheeks and her heart pumping faster than the night previous, racing faster and faster by the day. She had a copper taste in her mouth when she woke, blinded by darkness, clenching the sheets that was draped over her, the sound of a soft humming from her radiator. It hadn’t been usual, although, for the Doctor to see her in this state.

 

She had awoken at 3 AM, her throat was raw for her screaming, but she sat straight up, closing her mouth tight and feeling around her, assuring herself that it was only a nightmare.

 

“Clara!” She heard the Doctor call out from down the hall of the TARDIS. She could hear him quicken his pace, she wiped her forehead and lay back down before the Doctor came in. “Clara, are you okay? I heard you screaming from down the hall, I was working on the TARDIS because she seemed unhappy. The point of the matter is,” he smiled at her assuringly, running a hand through his hair,”Are you okay?”

 

She nodded a little, quickly wiping away the tears before he could see. “Yeah, ‘course, just a nightmare,  Good night, then.” Clara had answered quickly, wanting him to leave and not see her in this vulnerable state that she has tried so hard to hide from him.

 

The Doctor rubbed his hands together, nodding. “Okay, goodnight then, my impossible girl. Sweet dreams.” He left her room quickly, shutting the door behind him.

 

The Impossible Girl, Clara thought to herself, chuckling, that’s not me, I can’t even sleep without crying. She rolled on to her side, cuddling into her blanket and falling asleep for the second time that night, into nothingness.

 

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She woke up again, this time calmly, rubbing her eyes and yawning.  Not remembering much from last night, she lazily got out of bed, stretching as she put a housecoat on, scratching her head and walking into the main room of the TARDIS. “Doctor.” She greeted.

 

“Ah, Clara, Clara, Clara, How are you today?” He ran to her side, wrapping an arm around her waist,”How did you sleep after your little incident? Well, I hope!” Detaching his arm around her waist, he went back to doing what he had been beforehand.

 

It all flooded back to Clara, remembering him visiting her in the middle of the night, the same dream that kept reoccuring to her.. Maybe if she told the Doctor… No. She scolded herself harshly. Noone can help you, Clara, you’re a lost cause. She managed a small smile,”Yeah, yeah, I’m okay, Chin Boy, don’t worry.”

 

The Doctor looked up at her, smiling and looking back down, tweaking around with wires inside the main control pad of the TARDIS. She waltzed lightly on her feet towards the door and paused. “Where are we?”

 

“Floating through space, not much today, have to fix the old girl up. I can get you home, if you like.” He murmured, not looking up anymore.

 

“No, it’s okay, I would rather stay here than go home to my house where I have no company… plus why would I want to leave the Doctor?” She smiled at the goof, fixing her hair behind her fringe. She never wanted to admit her feelings for him, but it was undeniable she was in love with him.

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“Clara, I want you sleeping beside me tonight. I know what it’s like to have a nightmare and I want to make sure my Impossible Girl is okay.” He ordered, taking off all of his clothes, putting on a pair of jogging bottoms.

 

Clara, who hadn’t changed out of her pajama’s all day, bit her lip, but didn’t object to the statement. Slowly crawling into his bed, the mattress stiff under her, how could someone possibly sleep on this thing? She thought, feeling a heat cuddle into her from behind, she jumped a little but quickly cuddled back, imaging the Doctor’s face right now, probably shocked, his eyes wide, mouth open and eyebrows furrowed together.

 

Clara didn’t care, she grabbed onto his arm which was wrapped around her waist and lightly drew shapes on it, feeling the veins and hair, and sighing with relief. She fell asleep quickly.

 

Although, soon enough, she woke up, crying, kicking and punching the Doctor as she screams. She quickly calms herself down but continues to sob, leaning into the Doctors chest.. “Clara, what’s wrong with you, huh? Its okay.” He makes his best attempt at soothing her, wrapping his arms around her and stroking her head.

 

The young girl doesn’t reply, only shakes her head and lets out a choked sob. “I’m not good enough! I never will be!” Squeezing her eyes tight to try and rid herself of all the tears, which wasn’t working.

 

“You are good enough, you are perfect. I promise you that you are.” He paused a second. “I would never lie to you.”

 

Clara kept quiet. “I love you.” She muttered against his chest her sobbing now ceased to a bare minimum. She could hear his steady heartbeats quicken as he kissed her head.

“I love you too, Clara.”