*Hi guys, so if you guys hit me up with your suggestions, either on here or Tumblr: whovianmachine, I'll write a series of short Whouffle drabbles, usually 500-1500 words and publish them here. Varying content levels, starting off fairly mild but I will throw in smut, swearing and violence at any point so be warned. TPD*

Clara stepped out of the TARDIS, the Doctor promising he'd be along in a moment as he delved quickly into the TARDIS to grab Clara a pair of sunglasses. They were in Egypt after all. Or at least, they were supposed to be. The TARDIS often took them to the wrong place and it appeared that this time she was way off course. They were in a jungle of some sort and Clara took a few steps forward through the trees before turning back towards the TARDIS to call the Doctor. But the TARDIS was gone, and she was surrounded by a big, thick mist of fog, so deep that she couldn't see anything in any direction. She ran back towards the TARDIS but it had disappeared and all she could see in every direction was fog. Clara staggered on a tree root and came to a halt. She was well and truly lost.

"Doctor?" she screamed.

"Clara!" she could hear his voice but she couldn't see him. "I'm so sorry Clara, I thought we were going to Egypt. This place, it's not even Earth. The mist has a mind of its own. Well it doesn't really, it's just low level psychic channels being resonated by a…"

"Doctor shut up!" Clara snapped. "How do I get out of here? Where are you?"

"I'm still inside the TARDIS. If I step out, the mist will swallow me too. The mist is being controlled by a powerful psychic entity. If it wanted you dead it would have killed you by now so it must want something from you. You need to try and talk to it. I'm right here; I'll guide you through it."

"Doctor," Clara said quietly. "I'm scared."

"Don't be, I won't let anything happen to you. Now just focus all your thoughts on the mist. All of them. Let the mist envelop you, let it bind itself to your soul. And then, it should be obvious what it wants."

Clara focused all her thoughts, all her energy on the mist and handing control over to it. As she did so, one thought kept cropping up over and over again and Clara felt herself drawn to it like a moth to a flame. The Doctor. The mist wanted the Doctor. If the Doctor stepped into the mist, it would release Clara. She didn't say anything. She couldn't say anything. She couldn't tell him. If she told the Doctor that the mist wanted him, he step out, step into the mist and he'd sacrifice himself for her in a heartbeat. And she wouldn't let it do that. She loved him too much. She'd never told him, she rarely even admitted it to herself, but that was it. She couldn't do it.

"Doctor," she whispered. "I'm sorry. I love you."

"Clara?" the Doctor sounded terrified. "What have you done? Clara?!" he was yelling now, but the mist was clearly and Clara found herself stood where she started, just two steps ahead of the TARDIS. She swivelled and threw herself into his arms. "Clara, what did you give it?" he asked, pained.

"Nothing!" she said. "It wanted you, but I wouldn't let it have you. What? What is it?"

The Doctor was smirking. "That wasn't what the mist wanted, that was what you wanted Clara. The mist showed you what you wanted so that you'd go after it. It's motivational mist, it shows you what you want most in the world and when you admit it, it lets you free. So you want me eh? You love me?"

"Shut up!" Clara swatted at him and then he kissed her, their lips locking and passion running through her.

"I love you too, my Impossible Girl."