Whouffle One Shots

This isn't fair, Doctor

"This isn't fair, Doctor." Clara said through gritted teeth. He had left her sitting in her house, waiting for an adventure that he did on his own.

"It was too dangerous, Clara." He reasoned, his face stern and strict, hair falling over one of his eyes. He was sitting on a chair facing her, his hands resting on his crossed knees.

"Yeah, but I'm meant to help you." It was getting to Clara. It shouldn't have hurt her this much. The Doctor did say that if he thought something was too dangerous, he wouldn't take her.

"I would rather you alive without me rather than by my side, dead." He uncrossed his knees, stretching them out along with his arms and stood up, showing that he was done with this conversation.

The horrible image of the Doctor leaning over her dead body popped into her mind, making her cringe and frown.

"Well, I wouldn't." She whispered to herself.

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"This isn't fair, Doctor." Her voice was loud, both of them face to face in a cubicle.

The Doctor said he would be back in ten minutes and was away for 6 months. "I didn't realise the time. If I had known, I would have came right back."

"You didn't realise that six months had passed?!" Her voice was raising. She was way more angry than hurt, now.  He had forgotten about her for six months.

He looked down sheepishly. "I'm sorry." Clara's eyes widened in shock, the Doctor never apologised.

Clara wrapped her arms around him. "Just don't do it again, yeah?" Burying her head into the crook of his neck, his arms quickly slithered their way around her waist.

"Promise."

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"This isn't fair, Doctor." She felt tears brim her eyes.

The Doctor told her harshly that she had to choose, between him or Danny.

"It would be different if I was my old self, wouldn't it?!" He yelled loudly in her face. "What happened to the Clara that nearly killed herself by going into my time stream just to save me?! Did you do that because you fancied me?!"

Tears rolled down her cheeks but she kept a straight face. "I love Danny."

"You've known him for five months!" He yelled even louder.

"At least he has been here when I needed him!" She defended herself. The Doctor looked taken a back from this outburst.

"So have I." He said, his tone neutral.

"No, Doctor. You haven't." She stated simply.

"So you choose him?" He quizzed, sadness in his voice.

"Yes."

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"This isn't fair, Doctor." She mumbled into the pillow she was clutching. Her eye liner was running down her face, staining the pillow.

The Doctor was just reported dead. Apparently suicide, but he had left a note for Clara.

Dear Clara,
I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. I'm sorry that I couldn't read the signs. I'm sorry I made you choose. I'm sorry I was away for six months when it was only meant to be ten minutes. I'm sorry I didn't take you on that one adventure you really wanted to go on.
     But you don't have to worry anymore, I'm always with you now. You were my sunshine, Clara. You saved me repeatedly, over and over. You didn't know you were saving me from myself, though. There was too much regrets and grief that I lived through.
     Perhaps you'll read this and smile, knowing you were my last thought. Or perhaps you'll read this and cry, knowing that thought, was my last. My feelings for you was something you couldn't return, I get that now. I'm sorry for always letting you down. It wasn't fair, Clara.

Love,
Doctor

She let her tears roll freely, sobbing loudly as she stared out the window, up into the stars.

"I did return the feelings. I should have told you while you were here." Her voice was croaky and raspy. "And I would do anything to be with you. I jumped into your timestream to save all versions of you. I guess I failed at that. I will see you soon."