PLEASE READ FIRST: Hi everybody! So, this is my third Who fic but my very first Whouffle fic and I'm extremely excited about it! I love Jenna-Louise Coleman sooooo much so I'm delighted to get to write my view of her and how she plays Clara. I also love Matt Smith. He's just ughhh I can't. He's too cute. Anywho, ahah. This fic is planned to go until I run out of ideas. I've planned 25 chapters right now, but they'll definitely be more and there'll be no surprise cancellations like I did with a few of my other fics. This is T to be safe but there are gonna be some adult topics. Nothing weird, and nothing too graphic but there'll be hints and a bit of description. The chapters are also gonna alternate so, the Doctor's point of view is the odd chapters, and Clara's the evens. I hope you guys will like the story as much as I already do. I swear, I wanna write it all right now, and I just might! One last note, regular italics in the story are thoughts. Ahaha, anywho, enjoy.3

DISCLAIMER: Sadly, I don't own Doctor Who or anything affiliated with it, although I really wish I could be part of the cast, or even write an episode… Not the point.. ahaha.

Ah haha, its Wednesday! I love Wednesdays, Wednesdays are the best! I mean, it's not boring like Tuesday or Thursday or Monday or Sunday but not too exciting like Saturday or Friday. It's subtle. But best of all.. It's the day I get to see my impossible girl.

I run around the TARDIS console and flip switches, press buttons and pull levers to get my sexy machine up and running.

I fumble and fall as the TARDIS shifts through time and space and eventually settle on the floor.

The time on my wrist watch shows I'm about half an hour earlier than I should be to retrieve Clara. It's a little too early.

There never really is a too early is there? Not when I'm going to see her. My impossible girl. More like my impossibly beautiful girl.

I decide to sit on the floor and relax for a mo' while I wait for Clara to wake. I never get to relax, I'm always off doing something with someone.

My mind wanders as I sit, and I find myself trying not to think of Clara again. I force my mind to think of different adventures.

Rescuing people from their wifi.. Akhaten.. That sinking submarine.. Following the ghost that really wasn't a ghost, just a girl in a pocket universe… The TARDIS crashing then reinventing itself every 5 bloody seconds… Turning crimson..Going to that theme park with Angie and Artie and..

Wait.

Those were all Clara memories.

I can't get my mind off of her. No matter what I try.

You have to! You have to get your mind off her for a little while, at least. It's physically hurting you.

I get up from my spot on the floor and travel to the wardrobe.

The TARDIS seems to know exactly what I want and has my swim trunks right on top of all the clothes.

I strip off my shirt and take a look at myself in the mirror.

Wow. SO glad I added that gym room. Clara would LOVE me if she saw this.

No. Stop.

I turn around and walk down to the TARDIS pool, deciding to swim a few laps to clear my head.

As I arrive, I dive into the pool, forgetting it isn't very deep. Normally, the TARDIS would change the pool's schematics and deepen the pool, but this time, she doesn't.

I feel my head smack against the pool's floor, and everything goes black.

…

I wake up some amount of time later in the medical bay. There's a bandage covering my head and wrist.

The TARDIS must've changed the rooms while I was unconscious and landed me in the Medical Bay. But how did I get the bandages? Did she take a human form again? Is Martha Jones back?

"Hey sleepyhead. How ya feeling?" I hear.

"Uhh.." I say groggily, rubbing my head. My vision is a little blurry still, but I see a short brunette walk up to me.

"Awee, poor baby." She says as she sits down next to me.

My vision clears more and I realize it's Clara sitting beside me.

"Do you want some water or-or a jammy dodger?"

"Ohh.. I'll take you up on that jammy dodger." I say.

She begins to stand up, but I touch her shoulder and sit her back down.

"But let me get it." I say.

"No.. You're not feeling well. I really don't mind.."

"I know.. And thanks for that.. But I couldn't let you be my servant for the day. It just seems… wrong.."

"I wouldn't be your servant.. Just.. I dunno.. A nurse?" she says with a smirk.

I pick up her hint and quickly feel awkward.

"Oh. Um." I say, squirming.

She realizes what she's said and blushes immensely.

"No.. No, uhm, I- I didn't mean it like that.. I mean, I did but.. I didn't mean it that way.. I-It's not that I don't like you it's just-"

I can't help but smile at how adorable she is when she's flustered. I walk back to her and kneel down, two jammy dodgers in hand. I hand her one and bite into the other, then toss it into the nearest wastebasket.

"Sweetheart.." I say, brushing a piece of hair off of her face. "I know what you mean. It's okay."

I stand up, as does she, and walk to the door.

"And besides, I'm feeling better. Much better! So good, I could do cartwheels on the rings of Saturn! Ooohhhh Saturn. Lovely place! Excellent to do cartwheels on. Shall we go? I could use the exercise!"

I hear Clara laugh as she cuts me off from my rant.

"Doctor. Relax a bit. Let's go to Saturn and you can teach me how to cartwheel."

I'm shocked at the words she's just said.

"What! Clara Oswin Oswald, beautiful Clara Oswald, you're telling me that in all your 24 years you've never done a cartwheel?"

Her face turns an adorable shade of pink as she thinks of her answer. She giggles before she speaks.

"Nope. Not once."

"What..? What's so funny?"

"What d'ya mean?" she says, trying to hold back a giggle.

"You're laughing and your face is bright pink, which usually means you're embarrassed or flattered so, what happened?"

She put her hands over her cheeks and smiles down at her feet.

"You called me beautiful."

"Oh. Well.. You know, you are.."

"Thanks." She says, still looking at her feet.

It's impossible not to love her. I mean.. look at her. From her big brown eyes to her sometimes wavy sometimes straight brown hair; Her petite little body; Her tiny, adorable hands that you just wanna hold and never let go; The voice of an angel; Her sense of humor; Not to mention the adorable dimples.. The way she flirts with me makes me crazy. You can see in her eyes the insecurity. She obviously doesn't know how all of those things make her amazing and perfect and the love of my life. I need to be the one to tell her that.

"Doctor?" she says, pulling me out of my daze.

"Uh, yeah."

"You were looking right into my eyes.."

"Oh." I say, startled. I force my eyes away, but it's too hard.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yes. Yes, no, it's brilliant. Brilliant."

I can't keep hiding this from her anymore.

"Clara, I-" I start but quickly shut up.

"Yes, Doctor?"

"No, it's nothing, nevermind."

"You know, Chin, you're starting to get a bit jumpy. Seems like somebody likes me." She says adding a flirtatious wink.

I awkwardly laugh, trying to hide that what she'd said was the truth.

"What? Noooooo. No no no no no.. Nope. I, The Doctor, have no feelings for Clara Oswald." I say, laughing once more.

Her face drops a bit, then lightens, possibly seeing through my little skit.

"Right! Yes! Saturn!" I say, flipping switches and things once more.