This is going to be a series of One-Shots between Ten and Clara. Just like my summary said :)
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Dear Diary,
It has been five weeks since I saw the tenth regeneration of the Doctor and the War Doctor. Nothing unusual has happened, although what can you call normal when traveling with the Doctor? Sure we fought monsters and ran, but I miss the other Doctors, especially the tenth regeneration. I wish there was a way to see him again….
Love,
Clara Oswald
Clara set down the notebook on the nightstand next to her alarm clock and lamp. She looked at the clock, 3am, then turned off the lamp and laid down sinking into the covers of her warm bed. Every night since she had jumped into the Doctor's time stream, she has been dreaming about her past lives saving the Doctor. Some dreams where bearable, but others where complete agony. They always ended the same way, her dying. All week long she was having nightmares. Most of those dreams ended in her burning or dying of blood loss from a bullet wound.
She wanted tonight to be different; she needed tonight to be different. She had no idea how much more of these nightmares she could take. Clara knew that the probability of her not having a dream about her echoes was extremely slim. All she needed was for a dream with a quick death, a dream where she could smile at least once, a dream where she was safe even if it was just temporary.
Slowly she drifted off into deep sleep not knowing that this dream was the one to change her life forever.
BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP
BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP
A hand reached over to hit the blasted alarm clock. 5:30 was too early to wake up on a Saturday, especially when you didn't get sleep until 2am. Clara was about to go back to sleep when she heard a knock at the door. She was planning on ignoring it, but the knocker was persistent. Clara rolled out of bed and put a robe over her barely clothed body.
Clara walked to her door. She looked through the peep hole to discover a very anxious man wearing a brown striped suit with a light brown overcoat. His was wildly spiked up. There was no denying, he was handsome. He looked almost scared as he knocked on the door again. Clara opened up the door not knowing why. "Hi?" Clara asked nervously. She had no idea who this man was or what he wanted.
"Hello, I'm the Doctor. Can I come in?" This man seemed to speak 100 words per minute. He was obviously scared of something; he kept looking over his shoulder. Clara found herself nodding slightly. Her mind was telling her to leave him in the hallway, but deep down she had this strange feeling that she could trust this man. "Thanks," he said quietly, pushing past Clara.
The Doctor sat down on her couch making himself at home. Clara slowly closed the door and made her way over to the chair opposite of the couch. He reached into suit pocket, making Clara uncomfortable. He pulled out this metal cylinder with a blue tip and pointed it at the door. He pressed a button making the light, light up and an annoying noise.
Clara looked at the door when suddenly she heard the door lock. He put the metal thing away looked at Clara's blank expression on her face. "First, this thing is a sonic screwdriver before you ask, and second we will be much safer with that door locked," The Doctor leaned back into the couch still staring at Clara.
"I'm sorry, but who are you, what are you doing here, and what are we in danger from?!" Clara was half yelling trying to make her point quickly.
"Well," he started tilting his head back dramatically, "I'm the Doctor. I'm running from alien police called Judoon, who are trying to kill me. I needed a place to hide so here I am," He was smiling happily at her, very awake for early in the morning.
Clara was stunned for a moment. How stupid did he think she was? Alien police? But there have been previous alien attacks in London so this didn't seem too far-fetched. "I'm sorry…Doctor…I don't really understand. Why would these Judoon alien things be out to kill you and what does this have to do with me?" Clara made a valid point.
"Well they seem to think I have broken an intergalactic law. I haven't broken any law, or at least not yet," He was starting to trail off deep in thought.
"What do you mean 'not yet'?" Clara was starting to get angry for him not being clear.
"I'm a Time Lord, and oh, I forgot to ask, What is your name?"
"Clara. Clara Oswald. Doctor who?"
"Oh dangerous question Clara Oswald,"
"What's wrong with dangerous?" they both had a smirk on.
"Anyway I travel through time and space exploring and going on adventures," His calm voice soothed Clara a little.
"Where have I heard of Time Lord and Doctor before?" Clara was relaxing into the chair.
"I have been saving this world for years. You have probably heard it on the news," He looked at her with reassuring eyes.
"No," Clara looked at him sternly.
"No?"
"No. I didn't hear it on the news. I don't know how but I know who you are," Clara was scared but not nearly as scared as the Doctor.
"How?" He asked quickly
"I don't know. But I know everything about you. You are a 905 year old alien from the planet Gallifrey. There was a war, a Time War, between your people and the Daleks. You fought on the front lines until you couldn't stand it anymore. You stole The Moment and used it to burn Gallifrey and Daleks alike to end the war. Or did you?" Clara had stood up and was speaking surprisingly quiet.
The Doctor was stunned. His mouth was hanging wide open. He snapped it shut and bounced up from the chair moving closely to Clara. "Who are you?!" he yelled scanning her with his sonic.
"I-I don't know how I know that! Oh my God, my head!" Clara reached for her head. It felt like it was going to explode on her. She started to fall when she felt an arm around her shoulders and a hand on her waist.
"Clara?!" He was yelling into her ear even though it seemed she couldn't hear him. Clara fainted into the Doctor's arms. He held her close not knowing what to do. Then there was a knock at the door. Judoon. The Doctor sat silently waiting for them to go away. After a few minutes they finally moved on. The Doctor slid an arm under her back and the other under her knees lifting her from the floor. He carried her bridal style through her flat looking for her bedroom. When he finally found it, he gently put Clara down. He moved a stray piece of hair out of her face and kissed her forehead. He left her room and retired to the living room.
Clara Oswald. That name was familiar but from where? He closed his eyes trying to focus on her. There was a flash of white light then the vision came. There she was, Clara. She was standing next to a ridiculous looking man in a bowtie and another man. The other man he knew. He tried so hard to forget him. He tried so hard to forget the man that killed them all. He killed all of the Time Lords. They were all standing there laughing at something. Then the vision/memory was gone.
The vision was too quick to learn anything at all so he tried again. This time the vison lasted much longer. It started with a vortex appearing out of thin air when he was with Queen Elizabeth and a Zygon who looked like the Queen. It ended with him in an art Gallery looking at an oil painting of Arcadia, Gallifrey's Second City. He learned everything there is to know about Clara Oswald. He learned about her echoes and the adventures he had gone on with her.
He heard noises coming from Clara's room. She was waking up. He had to go speak to her so he rushed into her room then he sat down next to her bed looking up at her.
Clara was waking up now. Luckily this dream didn't give Clara a lot of pain, but there was some pain. She clearly remembers the intense pain she felt in her head. She remembers the tenth regeneration of the Doctor. The Doctor! She needed to speak with him. She needed to ask if he had remembered their visit at all. She was too lazy to get out of bed or even open her eyes so she just settled for yelling his name.
"Doctor?" wow, her voice was dry. She barely made a sound so she tried again. "Doctor?" the same result. She couldn't get above a whisper.
"Yes, I'm here," She felt fingers intertwine with her own. The gesture was soothing but the voice wasn't. She recognized that voice as the tenth Doctor's voice. Her eyes shot open to reveal the tenth Doctor sitting by her bedside holding her hand and looking deep at her. "Clara, my impossible girl," he spoke softly while gently squeezing her hand.
"How do you know who I am?!" Clara was trying to be somewhat quiet but she couldn't quite manage it.
"I remember you and me, well two other me's. We were all together trying to save to world of Zygons," Clara felt like she was going to melt into the smile he was giving her right now.
"How did I get here, Doctor?" Clara asked not yet ready to pull away from the Doctor's grasp.
"Oh, I carried you," He spoke softly, so softly Clara could barely hear him.
"That's not what I mean. This was a dream. I was having a dream of my past echoes. I was in the TARDIS, my TARDIS sleeping and I woke up here. How did this happen?" Clara's softness returned to her voice.
"I don't know yet. All I know is that you are here, with me." The Doctor slowly stood and sat down on the bed next to Clara. He was still holding onto her hand. Clara sat up to meet the Doctor, using her free hand to hold herself up. "Clara there has been something I have been meaning to do ever since we met, but I never got the chance to do it with my older self present,"
"And what's that?" Clara asked quietly, slowly inching towards the Doctor.
"This," he replied. He leaned in all the way placing a kiss on Clara's lips. Clara responded instantly to the kiss. She moved her hand from out under her and wrapped it around the Doctor's waist, using him as support to keep her up. She parted her lips allowing enough room for the Doctor to slip his tongue into Clara's mouth causing her to gasp. Both of them fought for dominance, but eventually the Doctor won. He used his weight against her forcing her to lie down once again. His whole body was now on top of her. His hands made their way onto her shoulders pulling her robe down. Clara's hands were on his chest. She pushed him over then rolled on top of him.
"What's gunna happen when I get back to the older you?" Clara asked as she pulled away for a moment. She quickly closed the gap between them again. She loved the feeling of their tongues intertwined and his double heart beat below her.
He easily pushed her over on her back, then he practically jumped on top of her causing then both to giggle like school kids. "That's in the future Clara Oswald. Let's just focus on now," he started pecking the side of her mouth making his way down her neck.
KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK Someone was knocking on her door.
"Clara open up, it's your dad," his voice was muffled by the door but Clara could tell he wanted in.
"Damn," she whispered in his ear. Clara pushed the Doctor off of her and ran to open the door letting her father in. How was she supposed to explain the man in her bedroom to her father?
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