Chapter One: Friends
Clara:
Friends. Good Friends. That's all they were. Her and The Doctor. Friends.
She lay in her tiny single bed in the attic of the Maitland's, whom she looks after the children for. It was around two in the morning, Wednesday had just begun. Wednesday, the day of adventures, fun, travel and him. The Doctor. An intelligent, funny, mysterious, fantastic, attractive ma- STOP IT CLARA! She stopped herself from going any further.
She sighed and sat up, face in hands. I can't keep thinking that way. She was an idiot for thinking it. He was an ALIEN! And 1000 years old! How cold that possibly work with a 24 year old human?
Clara reached up to the bookshelf near her bed, and pulled out her TARDIS blue journal with a silver lock. On the cover she had written Clara's Journal intending it to be about her adventures with The Doctor, all the mystical and far away planets and places they'd encountered. But it had evolved and became more about her secret desires towards him. Clara thought that writing them all down would extinguish the thoughts, but it only fed the fire.
Once she unlocked the book (primarily keeping the kids out, but The Doctor too, if he was to ever get nosey) she poured her feelings into it without slowing.
It was nothing to bad though she thought as she wrote what was keeping her up all night. One peck on the cheek or a hug that grew to more. A place where she wanted to be touched or to touch him. But though she tried, they kept getting dirtier and more passionate by the page. And Clara liked it. However cheesy. She thought.
Once she was done, she breathed a sigh of relief and release as it was all off her chest. She lay back down, setting her journal back into place and cuddled her duvet, smiling. 'It's never impossible' She whispered as she dreamed about The Doctor.
The Doctor:
The Doctor, as usual was perched on a swing underneath the console fiddling with an accelerator pedometer or a time warp manipulator or such things. Though he hardly slept, something was still keeping him up. Clara.
But it was't The Impossible Girl things. He had solved all that and it was in the past (or future, wherever he was.) It was now just her. Clara. The girl who nannies the Maitland kids, short, bossy, a pointed nose that he loved. The way it was so small and slender yet perky and sharp. Rather like her, The Doctor smiled.
Oh no, Doctor you can't. He slammed his head with his palms as her walked to the console 'Stupid! Stupid Doctor! You always do this!' He spat, toggling a few knobs and dials, then a green ray scanned him from the console. A couple alarms beeped as a worried Doctor pulled himself up to the monitor.
'No, no, no, no, no, no, please no. Not Clara.' The readings read; Lust: You are experiencing lust or in other terms likeness, fondness, or love towards 'Clara Oswin Oswald.' The voice stopped.
He slumped over the console, sighing. It wasn't as if he didn't like Clara, he wouldn't mind liking her the way he did. He just knew it never could work. Every other time he tried, they left. They left him heartbroken and lost and lonely, only to find another who would do the same. It's my fault though. He cruelly thought I'm the one that never ages and puts them in horrible danger just to impress them.
He sighed, he raked his course hands through his wild brown mop of hair. He closed his eyes to imagine her. A head of soft brown hair for him to play with that led down to her face. Big round eyes that would look into his old ones. Trusting him. The little perfect nose he would kiss, making her giggle the laugh he loved to hear. Her smile. the radiant, mysterious smile. Her tender mouth, he imagined kissing long and hard, gently biting to make her fall into his arms in ecstasy.
The Doctor shook his head and straighten his bow tie. He felt hot and flustered. 'Right.' He said 'Stop it Doctor, enough of that.' He checked his watch: 2:47 Wednesday 29th July, 'Time to pick up Clara.'
~ Balme 2014