Whouffle One Shots

A Thousand Years

This one shot is based on the song A Thousand Years, you should listen to it whilst reading

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Clara took a shaky step down the steps; she had been dressed like a Victorian, and the Doctor swears he had seen her like that before.

She held a deep breath, heart pounding. It was only a Ball, she thought to herself. A ball for every species, though...

The Doctor was standing at the bottom of the stairs, his back turned from Clara, attention drawn to the band, foot tapping at the beat.

Clara, nearly falling down the stairs, tapped the Doctor on his back as he spinned around quickly,"You look lovely." He whispered after a moment of silence.

"Well, You have been waiting a Thousand Years for me." She whispered back in his ear, smelling the smell of the Doctor, a strange combination of Biscuits and chocolate with slight cherry.

"And, Clara, my impossible girl, I would wait a thousand more." He smiled, grabbing her hand and kissing it, looking into her dark brown eyes.

To Clara, it felt slow. Like the slow motion bit of the romantic movie where the man finally realises how much he loved her. She was not complaining.

Suddenly, a sense of calmness washed over Clara, she wasn't nervous anymore, or anxious, or even angry. She was content with this moment in time. I wish it would just pause here. Forever.

She huddled herself into the Doctor, using him like a shield as she had two arms wrapped around his neck, her head resting against his chest. She felt him wriggle his arms around her, feeling his touch on her lower back.

They both swayed slightly to the beat.

The Doctor looked down at her, My Impossible girl, he thought to himself, Nothing will hurt you. Not as long as I have anything to do with it. He felt protective over Clara, it wasn't as though she couldn't fend for herself.

But it's a big bad world out there.

He felt Clara's chest ever so slightly lift up and down, at a steady pace. The Doctor was happy, for once.

Just taking in her beauty was something the Doctor did regularly. She was beautiful, he said he hated her nose, but that was a lie. He loved it, the cuteness and smallness of it. How her eyes are wide but not too wide, how her voice was soft and rigid. It confused the Doctor.

For once, with all the nonsense happening everyday with them two, they both felt at an ease. It was good to rest sometimes.

With a short breath, Clara looked up at The Doctor, staring into his hazel eyes. "Will you promise me something?" She whispered quietly, it made her sound like she had just been crying.

"Yes, Clara, of course." He answered back without hesitation, something about Clara wanting reassurance felt natural for the Doctor.

"If I die, on this... our journey." She paused, tears forming in her eyes. "Promise me you won't blame yourself." The Doctor opened his mouth but Clara raised a hand to silence him. "And promise to never forget me."

"I couldn't forget you. Ever." He replied, voice low as he hugged her, holding her closely, hearing her soft sobs.

I could never forget my impossible girl.