So my intention is to make these semi-one shots. They'll all be set in the same AU, probably in chronological order, but probably there'll be time gaps between each one? If that makes sense? Cool Here's number one.

She stood there, staring at the flowers and the cards once again. He was still gone, the Doctor couldn't save him, she couldn't save him, she'd not only lost the man she loved but she'd betrayed her best friend too. Slowly she walked forward to the memorial, if you could call it that, and fell down on her knees picking up a bunch of flowers that were new since she'd last been. She couldn't read the card through the tears, but it looked like the handwriting of a year 8, it looks like a pupil. That's it, the last straw; she doesn't know what else to do. "THIS ISN'T FAIR!" She screamed, thumping the floor with her hands. "IT'S NOT…"

Clara woke up with a start, pushing the covers off as she felt so warm. She was shaking and however hard she tried, she couldn't stop. That felt so real, too real, it couldn't be true. Panicking, she felt around for her phone and frantically dialled in the number, no time to go through her contacts and she knew it off by heart anyway. She was crying, but she'd only just noticed and it was too late to do much about it now.

"Clara? It's 3 in the morning are you alright?" It didn't actually occur to her how late it was when she had woken, reality hadn't completely kicked in yet.

"You're… okay…" the crying was stopping her ability to speak properly, the mild panic wasn't helping much either.

"Yeah I am, but you're not. I'm coming over okay, I won't be long okay? You are at home right?"

"Yes… be careful… I love you…" was all she could get out. Danny was coming, that was good, but her dream was still lingering and she didn't need a repeat of that. He reassured her he'd be alright before hanging up.

The next 10 minutes seemed to last a lifetime and when the doorbell finally rang she couldn't seem to move properly to answer it, but luckily Danny knew where the spare key was and let himself in. She heard him run upstairs and felt his arms wrap around her as soon as he found her. Clara wanted to speak, she wanted to apologise or at least say hello, but she couldn't and instead she just buried herself in his chest, allowing herself to cry because if she didn't, she would probably explode. Danny, being Danny, just allowed her to let it all out and held her to try and stop her shaking. How did she deserve him? Maybe she didn't.

It must have been an hour, maybe longer before she finally managed to calm down. All that time Danny had asked no questions and expected no answers, in fact all he did was hug her and make tea. Finally she sat up, taking the tea from him and sat against the headrest of the bed. He moved in alongside her, still waiting for her to speak first.

"I'm sorry." Finally she managed to pluck up the energy to speak. "I don't know what happened I just had a really bad dream, but it felt so real and you were…" she still couldn't say it, but Danny obviously knew.

"Well I can assure you I'm most definitely here and absolutely fine, if a little tired. It really shook you up though didn't it? If you don't mind me asking… is there any reason why…?"

That stopped her mid-tea, and not much stopped Clara mid-tea. She hadn't thought about that yet, quite frankly she hadn't got very far thinking about anything which wasn't really helping. But now the question had been asked, the answer was unusually obvious but this wasn't how she'd intended to talk about it.

"Something happened last night, that's where the dream started. I was trying to work out how to tell you and…" Clara looked over to the post it notes attached to her shelf out in the next room. Danny's gaze followed hers but she doubted he could read them from so far away. "I fell asleep thinking about it, worrying about it I guess? It sort of developed from there, a lot, I don't really know why you… I can't explain that. Or the rest of it… I became a different person in that dream Danny, I manipulated the Doctor, let him down…" Danny was trying to process all that information, Clara could see it. He'd have even more to process soon if she went much further.

"Okay, first of all, you would never let him down. It was just a dream Clara, you need to remember that. Secondly, I can't tell you why I died either, but I'll refer back to the dream thing. Finally, what did you need to tell me?" He asked. Clara put her tea down, getting out of the bed for the first time since Danny had arrived. She almost smiled at his face watching her, men will always be men even when they're Danny Pink right?

She walked out to the next room, reading each post-it as she went past it. 'Tell Him!' 'Three Months.' 'Tell him tell him tell him.' Her mind had been thinking really illogically last night… they were a bit of a mess in a way. Truth was, she still didn't know how she was going to do this, but she couldn't lie to him now. Looking back in to the bedroom, Clara realised he hadn't actually moved. Danny was watching her, looking concerned and yet still with that beautiful look he held especially for her. It made her feel warm, special, comforted whenever she saw it. It was the look she fell in love with, it was that look which made Danny stand out, made him different to everyone else. The truth is, Danny Pink cares for her more than anyone else in the world, he always will, and right now she was trying to work out how to tell him something that could, no – would change everything. Clara turned round, that knowing turn when she's finally worked out what to say, and needs to say it before she changes her mind.

"I took a test last night…" she paused, no. No turning back now.

"Really? What subject?" Danny had already responded, Clara rolled her eyes a little – once a teacher, always a teacher.

"Sex education?" Might as well go with the flow.

"Is there even a test in that I mean… oh…" and the penny drops. Clara nodded, walking back over to the bed and kneeling beside him, taking his hand and looking at his face, trying to work out what it was saying. "So I'm guessing you passed?" Really? He was still keeping this up? Only Danny Pink.

"With flying colours yeah…" Now he went quiet, he seemed to be looking at her and trying to work something out. "Danny please say something?" He didn't speak straight away, instead Danny pushed himself round so he was kneeling in front of her. He placed one hand on her cheek and removed the other hand from hers, positioning it on her stomach.

"I guess that means we're going to be a family then doesn't it." Danny smiled, leaning forward and kissing her gently. Clara felt herself relax properly for the first time since she'd found out, returning the kiss and allowing herself to smile. They parted, but their foreheads stayed touching.

"I guess it does. And if I'm right with my calculations then I'm probably about 3 months gone. But we'll have to get that confirmed." She sighed softly, placing a hand over Danny's on her stomach, lacing their fingers. "I was so scared about what you might say."

"Hey, why wouldn't I be happy? I love you, Clara Oswald. I mean that. This is just the beginning right?" Clara nodded.

"Right. And it should begin with you being here on a more permanent basis… maybe you should hold on to that spare key." Clara nodded over to where he'd placed the key on the side. Danny grinned, kissing her again.

"Then we can get looking for our own place, this little one deserves a garden at least." Clara moved round, laying back down on the bed and pulling him with her. "There's really no point in going back to sleep now you know?" Danny pointed out, Clara grinned and shook her head, turning on to her side and kissing him gently.

"I have no intention of sleeping now…" Clara smiled, and they spent the rest of the night celebrating.

Let me know what y'all think!