A/N: - Important - Wrote this when I wasn't feeling well. Don't ask me what this is because I don't know what this is.
I had an idea, started writing and then another idea popped into my head - so I've written both ideas.
The beginning of the fic is the same for both versions.
You can choose which one to read first... Doesn't really matter.
Hope you like it!
PS.
One of the ficlets was written by the "good" Sky Astor, and the other by the "bad" Sky Astor.
Silence
Version I
The Doctor was bored and had quite nothing to do - nothing that he particularly wanted to, so he just kept on walking through the halls and rooms of his humming time machine. His thoughts occasionally wandered to Clara, to what she was doing then and where he could take her... or if they would just have a cup of tea or dinner at her place or some pub - they did that every now and then... And sometimes he even stayed overnight.
The want to see her lured him back to the console room. He pulled the main lever and the TARDIS took off.
Clara's flat was silent as a grave and he heard nothing but his own footsteps, his own breathing...
The kitchen and living room were both empty, so he headed to her bedroom. He opened the door slowly and peeked inside.
Oh, right, there she was - lying on the bed, half covered with her blanket.
"Hi, Clara," he whispered in case she was sleeping.
"Hey," she replied with a faint smile, but didn't turn around to face him.
"Aren't you feeling well?" he asked and walked over to kneel down beside her bed, so they were on eye level.
"No…"
No wonder. He'd expected that answer.
Clara had been eating poorly for the past few months - she'd lost weight and was really skinny, he noticed. She also didn't get enough sleep, had headaches and he didn't know how to help her properly. Sometimes he just stayed with her, hugged her, and took her on an adventures, talked with her... That worked, but not always. And when he suggested getting professional help, she always refused, saying that it was not necessary.
"Did you eat anything for lunch?" the Doctor asked, caressing her cheek with his thumb.
"Coffee in the morning and three stewed carrots for lunch..."
"Anything to it?"
"Salt."
He shook his head.
"I feel a bit sick now," Clara admitted in her quite tone.
"I don't blame you. You can't eat like this," he whispered.
"I know, but there was nothing better here - nothing that I wanted. And always when I go to buy some food... I either feel like I don't need anything or I forget what I actually wanted to buy," she explained, a bit confused with herself.
The Doctor sighed and then he slowly crawled into her bed, pulled her close.
"Mmmhm, this is good, thank you," she murmured, closing her tired eyes for a moment.
He really must have been a magician or otherwise she just couldn't explain it... Or maybe he was an angel. His presence, the calming aura glowing from him always made her feel better, made it feel like the world was in order and everything was alright. It was beautiful.
"Are you hungry now?" he asked.
"No..."
"You will be soon, I guess. We'll go for a proper meal... and then we'll go to a shop to buy you some food, alright?"
"Alright," she gave him a smile and he kissed her forehead as he was rubbing her back gently.
"And otherwise? Are you okay?"
"Okay, yeah... Just a bit sick and tired now. Don't worry, Doctor," she assured him and kissed his cheek.
"Can't really do that, no" he protested softly as his lips curled into a smile.
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