The Doctor awoke in a cold sweat. The images of the dream he just exited lingered in his head all too vividly. This wasn't the first time this happened. He had been experiencing very sleepless nights ever since Clara entered his time stream. Knowing that she had been there all his life gave him a newfound feeling towards his companion. All the emotions that he fought back during the day broke loose in his dreams. Every night after waking he reminded himself why he should not act on his feelings, why there should be no feelings. Not after Rose. Not after the Ponds.
The Doctor decided there was no use in attempting to sleep so he headed to the kitchen. He was making himself a snack when he heard a voice from behind him.
"Trouble sleeping Chin-Boy?"
The words startled him causing him to drop the contents of his meal. He racked his brain for something to say. "Hello Clara. I wasn't expecting any company this hour of the night."
"Neither was I. What's wrong Doctor, having some unwanted dreams?"
She knew something. He could tell by the question she asked. How could she know? She can't possibly know. Unless…
"Doing a bit of heavy thinking are we?" The Doctor looked up with confusion on his face. "No. just trying to remember where the TARDIS keeps the mop. She tends to constantly move things." He said while searching the kitchen, hoping she didn't see through this lie.
"Doctor you know I can tell when you're lying right?" Those were the words I didn't want to hear. Need to make an excuse, need to leave…"You know what? This mess can wait till later I think I can hear the TARDIS…" She stops him as he tries to leave by placing her hand against the door frame." Did you think it was going to be that easy Doctor?" Don't do this Clara. You don't know what you're getting yourself into…