Unexpected Appearance

The Doctor skipped around his TARDIS, an almost playful grin on his face that he just couldn't seem to shake. It had been around six months since Clara had returned with the Doctor into the TARDIS, six months since Christmas Day and being in a terrifying dream state that almost forced the Doctor to lose Clara and six months since he had realised he was so very deeply in love with Clara Oswald but as Clara had said once before, it would never have worked out.

It disappointed him to say the least, but in some sort of way he agreed with her. It would never work out, just as it had never worked out with Rose Tyler or Martha Jones. The Doctor could not have love in his life, only adventure and danger. Music to his ears, he had thought. But maybe not having love did affect him in some way, just as it had started to affect Clara. The Doctor had refused to talk to Clara about his feelings because what would be the point? He had no idea if Clara felt the same way about him. He was so incredibly sure she was in love with P.E.

Danny. Danny Pink, that was his name. Mustn't forget his name .

The Doctor never wanted Clara to change, he wanted the same Clara he had been travelling with for the past two years. The same simply impossible girl he continued to meet and continued to lose, but this time he refused to lose Clara Oswald. He didn't favour the human race anymore; their world was now full of hatred and war. Up to his knowledge, they used to be so peaceful when he was thousands of years younger. He was the Doctor, and he saved people. Not ugly perversions of the human beings that used to grace this earth. Clara Oswald was the Doctor's impossible girl and she always would be. With his final thought being of Clara, he pushed up a lever, forcing the TARDIS to leave the peaceful planet he had been on for a few weeks.

Eventually, the Doctor skipped towards the TARDIS doors, snapping his fingers as the set of doors whooshed open and let him breathe earth's air. He automatically frowned, his forever angry eyebrows questioning where he was. Why was it so hot? This was defiantly Clara's flat, he recognised the wall tiling in her… bathroom.

"Doctor!" a shrill voice shrieked from behind him as he walked around his police box, it defiantly sounded like Clara. "Get out!"

The Doctor stood still in pure and very innocent shock. "C- C- Clara, what are you doing?" he questioned her as if it were an interrogation, he demanded to know what she was doing in a steam covered glass room with her hands covering parts of her body he wasn't sure he should be looking at.

"Close your eyes!" Clara yelped, almost tumbling over her own feet as she reached for the white towel on the rack near the Doctor. "For god sake, how can you possibly manage to park the TARDIS in my BATHROOM?!"

The Doctor covered his eyes immediately, just with one hand. He did have the temptation to peek, but he had far more respect for her than that. "Um, c- clara, I didn't- u-uh I didn't do this on purpose."

Clara stomped around him, things were thrown on the floor and the sound of clothes were whisked from the floor and up into the air. "Only YOU could do this, you have great bloody timing to! You ridiculous bloody grey haired stick insect!"

"Can I open my eyes yet?" The Doctor asked rather innocently, his heart was beating out of his chest and his cheeks were dark red with embarrassment. How could this happen? Rather, how DID it happen? The Doctor wasn't as innocent as he used to be, not as innocent as eleven who blushed at the slightest kiss on his cheek but he did still have his respect for Clara.

Clara stopped just for a moment and stood there, her big wide Whiskey coloured eyes stared straight ahead at the Doctor. This tall grey haired stick insect was the bloody cutest alien she had ever met. Instead of peeking like most men would or never even turning away to look, this man stood in a magician's coat and a blue and white fluffy jumper, his distinguished grey hair swept all over the place by this stressful ordeal. Clara had never met a man quite like the Doctor and even though he had changed his face, she loved him with all her heart. Because love isn't just an emotion, it's a promise. And Clara had promised herself on Christmas Day that no matter what, she would love the Doctor until the end of time. And, time never ended when they were together.

The young girl stepped towards the Time Lord, the dimple on her left cheek popped up like a sore thumb. She stared up at him, his height had stayed the same and his personality had to. Why was she holding back so much? What was she holding back? Danny Pink is dead and the Doctor is right here in front of her, staying put where he had promised to be because Clara was under the Doctor's protection. She stepped a little closer, inhaling the sharp smell of coffee, old books and a slight touch of aftershave. She loved the way he smelt, loved the way he ruffled his hair and she loved the way he protected her. A sigh escaped her lips as she thought about just resting her head on his chest, but she couldn't. Not yet, anyway. Instead, the young girl stood up on her tiptoes and kissed the Doctor's cheek ever so gently. His skin was soft, just like it had always been. His face was clean shaven, she preferred a clean shaved face. Clara longed to nuzzle her face into the Doctor's neck, just to take in his scent for as long as she could, for as long as she wanted. But she moved away, slicking back her now wet hair as she held in the tears threatening to fall.

Why did she have to fall in love with a man she couldn't have?