I DON'T OWN DOCTOR WHO. TAKES PLACE TWO MONTHS AFTER THE LAST CHRISTMAS. HOPE YOU ENJOY!
Clara POV
I couldn't believe the little strip of paper. It claimed that I was pregnant by my late boyfriend. I just couldn't believe it. I had been feeling sick for the last month or so. I had kept this from the Doctor because he had overreacted the last time I was sick. Then, a single thought ran through my mind: What am I going to tell the Doctor? I just broke down and started crying. I wasn't going to be able to keep this from him for long. He'd find out. Then he'd hate me and kick me out. I couldn't risk him doing that. I would have to leave with no explanation. Maybe one day he would come back and would forgive me. "Clara?", the Doctor called, "Are you alright?" I took a deep breath. "I'm all right Doctor. I'll be right up." I stepped out of the bathroom and went into the control room. "Ah, there you are!", the Doctor exclaimed, "Where do you want to go today?" I put on a brave face and said, "Doctor-", "We could visit King Henry the Eighth," the Doctor interrupted, "and all six of his wives." I tried again. "Doctor-", "Or we could go to the planet Septer.", the Doctor continued. "All of the people are made out of gold." I lost it. "Doctor!", I shouted. "I'm leaving." There was a silence. "You're leaving?", the Doctor repeated finally. "Yes.", I said. "I can't do this anymore." "Clara.", the Doctor said, and I knew he wasn't buying it. "I've heard many people say that and all of them have meant it." He paused. "Except you. Why are you leaving?" I couldn't help it. It burst out. "I'm pregnant!"