A/N: Well, hello, everyone! This is my first Doctor Who fic, and although I don't normally write Doctor Who (I just read it), my feels went into overdrive after The Caretaker, and this just poured out. So, I apologise for it's length (read: tiny), but I hope you guys like it! Oh, and I will be using aaaaaaaaaaa instead of the line thingy, because the line thingy has gone on strike. :P
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Clara normally despised lying. But this evening she'd spilled out so many lies she didn't know where to begin.
"Do you love him?" Danny had asked her. "No," her mouth replied. Yes, her heart said. With all my heart and soul. But how could she possibly explain the way she loved the Doctor to Danny? That she trusted him with everything she had, and that he was her best and closest friend and confidant in the whole universe?
"Why do you travel with him?" was another question. "Because I see wonders," Clara'd answered. Because I need him, and he needs me, her heart whispered traitorously.
"See!? This is who he really is!" Danny yelled. No, it's not, a voice hissed in the back of her mind. You don't understand.
And Danny didn't realise the way her traitorous heart broke when she understood that the Doctor didn't like Danny. At all. Because she wanted his approval, because she trusted him, because he was her best friend. Because she loved him.
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Many said that friendship was the purest kind of love. Clara's love was fierce and pure, because that was the way she loved the Doctor, what her traitorous heart decreed.
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A/N: Tell me what you think! That little box is calling to you...