Paving The Way

by xXdreameaterXx

The 12th Doctor and Clara have issues after the Doctor's regeneration but they are both trying to resolve them. Lots of fights, odd behaviour and uncomfortable situations. Clara feels like the new Doctor is pushing her away and gets mad more often than she wants to. Rated M for adult themes, just to be save. 12/Clara.

1. Prologue

I am so sorry to have started on this when my last DW fanfiction is not finished but I really couldn't help it. I'm obsessed with 12/Clara and this just needs out. I really hope you like it. It's my story about how the Doctor and Clara could carry on after the Doctor's regeneration.

Paving The Way

Prologue

The Doctor had dropped her off at home at last. The Doctor. How strange those words sounded now that the man she once knew was no more. Clara had known about his ability to regenerate for a while but seeing it, seeing the man she has considered her best friend change his face, his appearance so completely in front of her eyes – that was something else. And he couldn't have changed more. The young, dashing man she had come to know and love was now. . . old. Of course, the Doctor was old. By now he probably was more than 2000 years old. He now looked like her father, not her best friend.

It shouldn't matter, Clara told herself. He is still the Doctor. She had realized this when the TARDIS had crashed and they had landed in the middle of another adventure, barely escaping with their lives. He saved her again. He saved the earth again. That man must still be the Doctor, she thought. But everything had been different and all she could think about was how much she wanted to go home. The Doctor, apparently sensing this, had dropped her off at her apartment building as soon as they were out of danger.

Clara let herself fall unto her bed, staring at the ceiling for quite a while. Would he even come back?

The thought struck her like lightning. Would the Doctor even come back to her now that he was. . . whatever he was? Or would he move on and find a different companion? Did she do something wrong? Of course, she had been shocked and she had acted differently. Maybe that had ruined everything?

Clara grabbed her pillow and pressed it down to her face. What now?, she murmured into it. What now? She didn't want to cry but couldn't stop the tears at the prospect of having lost her best friend. Eventually she fell asleep, tired and worn out.