Summary: AU, John and Clara are living a happy married couple life with despite that they are not dealing with the baby question. Amy and Rory are also happily married and expecting. Jack is living the life of a single, consentingly. Martha just got married and has to deal with the new life of being constantly taken. They and their friends will deal with everyday life which gets complicated just when you least expected it thanks to secrets that never remained buried. Clara/Eleven, Amy/Rory, Jack/Gwen, Rose/Ten, Rose/Mickey, Martha/OC, Martha/Mickey, Martha/Ten Amy/OC, Amy/Eleven, Donna/Ten, Donna/Twelve Flashbacks included

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor who but I own this story so NO STEALING

A.N: English is not my first language so sorry for bad grammar and spelling and that my Word knows only American English. Oh and no I didn't check calendar for dates. Also I won't mind even would appreciate noting any huge mistakes so I could fix them so the reading wouldn't be such a torture, thank you and enjoy.

True Love Must Hurt

By Olexandra

Chapter one: The Way Were Are

12th September 2014

He woke up earlier than her. He always has. Despite the fact that his lack of sleep was bothering her and before that his parents, he was okay.

He just didn't need the extra sleep. Ever since he was a little boy he had this feeling that if he would sleep for too long he would miss something really important. So going to sleep late and waking up early was his daily routine. Still, the problem with waking up early was that he didn't have anything to do once he was up.

He checked his watch. It was five A.M. not as early as he would expect.

He turned to face her. She was very much asleep. Pretty much like always. She was such a lazy cat. Especially on…well every day.

He took a moment looking at her before he smirked, devilishly. Her bad. She really shouldn't have gone to sleep that late last night or this morning to be specific.

He moved to her gently touching her face. She took a deep breath as if she was waking up but in the end she only smuggled deeper into the covers.

He started teasingly playing with her lips. Tenderly, he nibbled her bottom lip knowing how much she always enjoyed it even in sleep. The confirmation was showed when her lips parted allowing him to enter.

He smirked against her lips. Oh his little wife. She always did something Claralike to turn him on. And they were just warming up.

He kissed her, his tongue exploring the tasty whole to the wonderland that her mouth was. When he first kissed her he honestly saying thought that he will never have enough of it. Tongues dancing, teeth brushing and clicking. He was taken by it. Later he discovered that there were other activities he loved to do with her but kissing always kept its value and he was positive that it always will.

She leaned into the kiss but that didn't fool him. Over the months since they started dating he realized that although she was responding to his touch she could still be deeply asleep.

He ended the kiss with a gentle bit in the end and looked at her. Yep, pretty much asleep. Well, if he wanted some action done he was going to have to try harder then.

He smiled and got on top of her carefully so he wouldn't crush her anywhere. What would be the point if he would woke her up so simply?

He pushed the cover away. So she was left uncovered just in her pajamas and undershirt. It reminded him off how his friend Wilf told him that once a woman starts putting on clothes for bed the sex life is over. He couldn't help but laugh at that. When Clara had put on clothes for bed for the first time they didn't stay on her until early morning. She even scolded him for making her late for school that day and for being a grinning idiot about it.

His hands now reached her waist and pulled her undershirt above her stomach revealing her little butterfly tattoo right next to her bellybutton. That was always his first spot to kiss once he was about to start his personal spectacle.

Then he moved lower very carefully pulling down her pajamas until they were somewhere on the ground.

Gently but at the same time offhand he spread her legs from each other and leaned down to the delicate spot between them.

He started kissing her through the fabric of her blue panties and she still sleeping moaned.

After a few moments he pulled them out of the way and started playing with her clitoris with his mouth while his hands were caressing her smooth skin on her legs. Very quickly she got wet and started intensively moaning as his Australian kiss continue. His tongue was playfully stroking and thrusting her in her most sensitive place. It made her squirming although she was still in the dreamland. He knew she loved it.

His mouth was filled with the juicy liquid but he didn't mind in fact. He adored how sweet she always was. One of a kind.

'John…deeper,' he heard her gasped while heavily breathing as if she was running a marathon.

He smirked and looked up. Just seeing how taken she was because of him was all it took him to get hard.

She sat up rapidly and so did he lean away from her hot spot.

They immediately kissed, hungrily and passionately while he was still wearing a bit cocky smile. That was the way their kisses always were. Love mixed with lust.

He took his boxers and pulled them down to his knees so his cock was out to breath.

He grabbed her by the waist to get her a bit higher so he could push himself inside. Their tongues still dancing inside their pressed together mouths.

She gasped into the kiss. He pulled his lips and tongue away to look at her because although the kissing, sucking and climax were the things he simply loved about his wife. The look on her face once he got inside her and until they managed to hit the climax was…well impossible to describe. But it was everything.

They moved into their wonderful rhythm which they managed to increase into perfection over the years. Their eyes never leaving each other's face, mouths open.

He was in rapture and he was sure she was too.

Oh, how he loves her.

The tension, the passion, the intensity all of it was just mind blowing. It was controlling, killing and pure devastation but he loved every fucking moment of it and he was more than sure that she did as well.

They moved, him still watching her but his hands having a journey through her warm body that was deadly slowly coming.

His hands on her breasts pushing her nipples causing her to scream. That scream of hers. More like a plea for him to continue and bring her body the joy and pleasure it greedily wanted. True be told he wanted it as well.

Very soon he felt it. He was always sooner near the end than her. Yet, it was good that way. It meant he had to try harder. And if there was a thing to be sure about John Smith was that when it came to Clara Smith he always tried the hardest.

Once he felt that he was coming he looked her deep into those huge brown eyes of hers and kept it inside him until she didn't closed her eyes which told him that she was coming as well.

He kissed her just as it hit him but their screams still managed to find their ways out and echoed through their flat early in the morning.

She was breathing heavily and all covered in sweat she fell backwards to the bed.

He in the similar state leaned down to gently kiss her tattoo one last time.

'Good morning,' he whispered against it because he couldn't manage to speak properly since he was breathing so hard.

She chuckled covering her eyes with her palm saying: 'Now he worries about waking me up.'

He laughed and went next to her to lie on the back.

'I couldn't sleep,' he said not sounding penitential at all.

She turned to face him looking crossed but he knew it was an act. The little wrinkle between her brows she has only when she's really mad didn't appear.

'You're lucky I love you so much.'

'I'm pretty sure you love me too. Even the way I wake you up, honey.'

Her frowned turned into a smile and she sighed but looking happy, 'Is it at least six?'

He turned around to look at his watch again.

'Well… ask me in a few minutes.'

'JOHN!'

After getting out of the bed they have their duties divided so they usually take care of them before they leave for work.

He couldn't remember when they had decided all of it. Like that he will make breakfast while Clara does the bed or that he will go to the shower while she takes care of the living room after the guests or just themselves from the previous day.

Then they will eat their breakfast, talk about their dreams or almost anything and while Clara goes to the shower John cleans the dishes.

It started after their moving in together back when they were on the university. He did manage to get a dormitory but once Clara was also accepted they gathered money and with the help of Clara's father got their first flat.

Everyone was sure it wouldn't last and behind their backs say the, 'I give it a year' line but here they were. Five amazing years of dating plus four years of marriage and he loved every moment of it.

Sure there were small crises here and there. They were both stubborn as hell but they always managed to get over it since they loved each other too much.

Clara came from their room while he was waiting for her in the living room reading newspaper.

'I'm ready. We can leave.'

He put them away from his face and looked at her.

'Do you have your keys?'

She triumphantly raised them into the air.

'Right here.'

'Wallet?'

'Yes, sir.'

'The pile of tests you brought home yesterday?'

She opened her mouth pointing her finger above her head, 'We're almost ready.'

He smiled as she ran back to the bedroom. His little raggedy teacher.

He drove her to work listening to the radio and Clara laughed as he sang 'Eyes of the Tiger' and 'I lose myself'. He was a terrible singer.

After kissing her goodbye he drove to the clinic he was working in.

He liked it there surrounded by patients and doctors. Ever since he was young he always dreamed into becoming a doctor. He always admired them for helping others. He always wanted to be like that. When he first told it to Clara it was their second official date. She gently smiled at him telling him that he already is that kind of a man.

He got hit by someone into the shoulder he turned around to find Rory Williams smiling at him.

'Good morning, doctor.'

John grinned.

'Good morning to you too, doctor.'

It was their little joke ever since they finished school. He and Rory met on the first day of their studies at the university. They immediately got into a bromance and not once ever since got separate. When he introduced Rory to his good friend from high school Amy Clara laughed saying that he's acting like some fan girl. But he just couldn't help it. He could feel it in his bones and once they actually started going out John could only give Clara a satisfied grin until she wouldn't shook her head and kiss him.

His brown haired friend gave him a chattily look and started as they walked through the main hale. The kind of look he has when he wants to say something important.

'So we are,' started Rory.

John turned to him surprise all over his face, 'OMG! So you're going to have a baby?'

'Yes John,' he started calmly before he screamed, 'me and Amy are going to have a baby!'

'Rory, I'm so happy for you guys. Although, now the image of you two is stuck in my head but I'm really happy.'

'Thank you, mate. So you and Clara should definitely come tonight. Celebrate and all.'

'Sure thing, mate. Wow,' he shook his head, 'you're going to be a father, my friend.'

'I'm going to be a father.'

They both laughed and manly hugged jumping during it like idiots for a moment.

After that the day went on usually and a bit boringly since everything was shadowed by the big news about Rory and Amy.

The doctors had a small meeting which went almost unnoticed by John and Rory and their third colleague in their little bro-group an American Jack Harkness.

John wasn't sure how he and Jack ended up being friends. With Rory it was simple both wanted to be doctors. Both of them stayed up late in the library to study since Rory had a terrible roommate and John couldn't keep his hands of Clara with who he have started to live then. It was really funny. You know, one moment you're completely strangers and in the next you're best friends in the world. It was the same with both but still he always thought that Rory would be his friend under any circumstances. They could've met anywhere and he was sure they would immediately become friends. Jack, well that was a different story…

John would think about it further if Jack wasn't throwing little crumpled papers at each other just like they did during every meeting.

He was sitting closer to the door. Yet he didn't know why he took that exact moment to look at the door as he did but once his eyes were on them they opened.

'Rose Tyler,' was John's first thought as a very pretty blond-haired woman walked through the door.

She hadn't notice him. She just walked to their supervisor and smiled as he announced her as the new lawyer of their hospital.

John slightly caught that she started talking or that Jack leaned to him whispering, 'Hot like hell,' because once his eyes saw her he travelled back in time.

17th of July 2004

17 years old John Smith was standing next to his locker looking at the pretty girl just across the hall talking to another girl.

Tall, blond, and drop dead stunning. Rose Tyler never went unnoticed wherever she walked. Every boy who walked next to her endowed with a look. John was no exception though he was more like staring than looking. It was much longer than a look would last.

He was so caught by her he didn't even notice his best friend Amy Pond coming from the other direction. Before the red haired had time to reach him she was violently hit into the shoulder by a black haired girl wearing a leather jacket despite the terribly hot day that it was.

'Watch it!' she called but the girl didn't even turn around to apologize.

Amy angrily groaned and pressed herself against the lockers next to John.

'What a bitch! She can't even spell a four lettered sorry!' Amy folded her arms and looked at her friend for support. 'Oh John,' she sighed, 'you're staring.'

He blushed a bit and turned to Amy who was smirking.

'John, you're such a goody-goody.'

He gazed at her. 'Not all of us can go out with a band bloke.'

'I don't know that Eric guy kind of likes you.'

'Pass.' He shivered disgusted and she laughed.

'Well, if you're done staring at miss prettiest girl in the whole universe maybe we could discuss the love letter thing?' she asked hopefully.

'Amy,' he opened his locker, 'for the last time. It was one boring night thing. I'm not going to give it to her just like that, okay?'

'Why not? I read it and believe me when I say this but if someone wrote such a thing to me I would totally dig my dating only-band-guys and hook up with him before he had time to blink.' She put a hand on her heart to prove her words.

John just rolled his eyes, 'Still, I am not giving her the stupid letter so you can forget about it.'

'But why?'

'Because she's Rose Tyler. I have a crush on her since I was 16-'

'More like a huge crush since kindergarten,' she cut in which he repaid her with a glare before he continued.

'But that is just some silly puberty thing, okay? She would never be with a boy like me.'

'You don't know that!' protected Amy.

'But I do. Rose Tyler and John Smith are never going to happen because she likes being in the center of the group while I'm happier somewhere in the back. People like that don't end up being together, Amy. They end up stopping talking to each other once they turn 15 and never do it again. Trust me I know because that's what happened.'

Amy's face dropped feeling sorry for her best friend. She really hated seeing John sad like this. It was a terrible and heartbreaking image. He only had this look of a broke man when it came to his parents or Rose Tyler and she just hated it.

'John.'

'It's okay,' he said as she put her hand on his shoulder to comfort him.

'Let's just stop talking about it, okay?'

Unconvinced she nodded.

John nodded as well and left.

12th September 2014

'What?' whispered John as Jack silently called his name a few times.

'I said that she's looking at you. Why?'

'We were classmates back in high school.'

'Was she as hot then as she is now?' asked his womanizer friend with a spark in his eyes.

John rolled his eyes. 'She was a girl back then.'

'So she was cute but now she is hot.'

'I'll say she's hot if you'll stop repeating that.'

'Mr. Smith is there something you would like to add?' asked their supervisor. Oh, how John and his fellow doctors hated the narrow-minded old man.

Jack as a total jerk chuckled.

John shook his head speechless and shot Jack a killer glance before his green eyes fell on Rose who was smiling at him.

She looked great and as Jack pointed out she was extremely hot. She was tall but not as tall as Amy was. She still kept her hair blond which he thought suit her the most. She was simply beautiful and attractive Rose Tyler as she always was and possibly always would be.

Just then he noticed that her lips formed a small 'hello' and he did the same.

Both of them sat during the rest of the meeting with smiles on their faces like old friends that they never really were. It's funny how you hate each other or never talk to each other only to be end up being good friends after several years of being unseen.

'Oh my god!' said Rose once it was over and they could stand up and talk.

They subconsciously hugged which made him a bit surprised feeling sun and strawberries.

'John Smith.'

'Rose Tyler.'

They pulled away. 'How are you?' he asked still smiling.

She laughed and looked down and up at herself, 'What you see is what there is.'

'I would go for it,' said Jack who joined them with Rory from the other side of the table.

'John Smith,' Rose shook her head, 'finally the doctor he always wanted to be.'

'Oh, so being a doctor was your high school dream?'

'More like kindergarten,' laughed Rose a rose her hand. 'Rose Tyler.'

Once they all shook hands she continued, 'I remember him a meter high standing up on the chair screaming at the teachers there that once he will became a doctor he will throw all their disgusting apples into the rubbish bin and here we are.'

'Disgusting apples?' questioned Rory.

'Oh the food there was terribly,' explained John, 'I also remembered a little blond girl crying every time they made their mushroom soup.'

She grinned.

'Oh so you and Miss Tyler-'

'Just Rose please.'

'That you and Rose are longtime classmates,' said Jack teasingly looking at John.

'Yes, Jack we were.'

John looked back at Rose, 'So I can see you become a lawyer.'

'Sure did. So how are you?'

'Weeeell, I'm married,' he said showing her his hand.

She nodded admiring. 'Wow, who's the lucky one?'

'Clara.'

'Oh,' she let out looking rather shocked then surprised.

His face dropped which she explained as an offence. 'Oh, I didn't mean it like that really. Just that you and Clara were so opposite back then. She was such a rebel.'

'Clara Smith a rebel?' asked Jack surprised.

Rose smiled and nodded before touching John's shoulder, 'And you were such a goody-goody.'

He rolled his eyes.

'For the last time I wasn't a goody-goody,' he proclaimed.

'Why is everyone saying that?'

'Because you were,' said Rose grinning.

'No, I wasn't.'

'Yes, you were.'

'Yes, you were,' agreed Rory who cut into their dialog.

The three looked at him with a questioned faces.

Rory shrugged his shoulders, 'Me and Amy tell each other everything.'

'Amy as if Amy Pond?' asked Rose hopefully.

'Well, yes but she's Williams now though.'

'Wow, talking about small world, right? How is she?'

'Well… pregnant,' praised Rory.

'You definitely have to send my regards top her.'

'Of course.'

'Miss Tyler?' called her their supervisor, 'we still need to discuss a few things. They said their goodbyes and split.

Rory came earlier from work than usual to help Amy prepare everything for tonight.

The brown headed man approached the red headed woman who was just cooking dinner he hugged her from behind his hands caressing her stomach.

She smiled and turned to face him so they could greet with their usual kiss on the lips. Smiling he leaned down and carefully pulled up her top so he could place a small kiss on the stomach as well.

She giggled, 'You moron! You know he can't feel anything, right?'

'I'm a doctor so I'll be the judge of that.'

She shook her head.

'So did you enjoy telling them as much as you said you would?' asked Amy while hitting his hand when he was trying to steal a bite.

'Au! Yes, I told everyone and everyone is sending their regards even your old classmate…Gosh I forgot her name. What was it?'

Amy shrugged her shoulder continuing the meal while he went to sit still thinking, 'What was it? Uhm…'

'I don't know I had many classmates. Which school was it? And we're did you meet her?'

'High school and she started working as our hospital's new lawyer. She talked with John and you came up so I told her.'

She sneered, 'Came up? I bet you couldn't wait to tell another person.'

'Truth, uhm wait a second she was your height maybe a little shorter. Good dressed. Blond hair, big brown eyes.'

'I hope you aren't falling for her,' she warned him and he smiled, 'You know I'm into redheads. Anyway it was Rose…'

Amy froze to dead in spot.

'Rose something.'

Very slowly Amy turned around forgetting about the food, 'Rose T-tyler?' she stuttered.

Rory looked at her. Suddenly she was pale like a white wall and her eyes were as big as two plates.

He quickly stood up and put his hands on her shoulders, 'Amy what's wrong? Are you feeling, okay?'

'I think I need… to sit down,' she let out her eyes clouded by the amount of thoughts that rushed through her in those few minutes. Things like bloody Rose Tyler were just the tip of the iceberg.

Rory helped her to the chair he was sitting on just a moment ago worried like hell about her actions. He always was an anxious person about people close to him. His mother once told him that it could have something to do with the fact that as three-year old he and his father were in a small car accident.

John had a different theory. Once after a quite difficult day he told him. 'It's good that you're worried like that. I'm mean maybe not that good but it's not you know…bad. We all got it. Sometimes when I get home after some woman got hit by a car or stab or something I just come home to Clara hug her burying my face into her hair and hold her like that until every little cell in my body fully knows that she is okay.'

'Do you talk about it with her?'

John gave him an arty smile. 'We don't have to.'

Maybe it was that maybe not yet Rory Williams was a careful man. And more when it came to Amy and double time more when it came to their yet to come baby.

Amy wasn't sure why she was so terrified by the new situation perhaps it was the hormones but suddenly the fact that anyone mentioned Rose Tyler made her worried like hell.

She closed her eyes and instructed by Rory did a few deep breaths in and out while her mind went back into that day ten years ago.

17th of July 2004

Amy watched John Smith her best friend walk away and just when she was sure he couldn't see her she opened his locker (since both of them knew each other's codes just in case) and pulled out a little tagged together paper with Rose written on it.

She looked at the direction John had left just to check and closed the locker.

'Sorry John, but you can't never really know.'

She walked to the classroom where she and Rose were supposed to have their next subject and put the paper on Rose's usual desk with a rubber on top of it so it wouldn't get blown away.

Hoping for the best she left for a few minutes before she came in again.

12th September 2014

Amy opened her eyes. She shouldn't worry. As she remembered before it was already ten years ago. History.

After what had happen John and Rose met uncountable times in the halls and on their common subjects but never really talked.

She smiled a bit. It was going to be fine. Rory who was cowered right next to her took her hand.

'Are you okay? Tell me what's wrong, please.'

'Nothing just…,' she looked at him seeing how worry and overreacted he looked and shook her head. Her loving and caring husband. She still caught herself wondering how have she deserved him when she was the way she was back in school but always remembered how Clara used to be mean and bitch and told herself that not everything comes around.

'I just got a little dizzy that's all.'

'You sure, dear?'

She nodded and although he wasn't convinced he let it go.

John left work an hour after Rory. As he was walking out of the hospital he saw Rose in his boss office and they waved each other. It was strange seeing her and all but kind of unimportant as well.

He could only smile at himself thinking about how much he was in love with her then and how much it didn't matter once he started dating Clara.

17th of July 2004

John was angry. Never before has he been as angry as he was right now on Amy. How could she do this to him?

When she came to him after biology and told him what she done he screamed, literally. The fact that he had screamed of course brought attention of all his classmates who were in the room so he had to control himself but still he was angry like never before at the redhead biting her bottom lip in front of him anxious about his state after the news of what she had done.

'Are you kidding me? Tell me that it's a joke,' he insisted.

Although Amy was worried she still managed to smile shaking her head. One of those weird and from time to time inapt motions you can't really stop yourself from committing.

'It's not. So listened you have to go to that bench you wrote about and wait for her.'

So here he was angry with minimum hope sitting on a bench trying to listen to music and overlapping Amy to hell.

He was sitting there for like an hour knowing for sure that Rose wasn't coming when a black-haired girl from his school came to him saying something.

He blinked looking at her face and quickly moving lips. Abruptly, he put his earphones down which turned out to be an unfortunate choice at least in the moment. 'What?'

'I said are you a complete moron?' she asked clearly not wanting an answer. Well ask more like hysterically yelled.

'P-pardon?'

'I go to sleep you're here I wake up you're here. Suck it up!' now she yelled at him.

'Sleep where?' he asked turning around there were just seats for audience during some school competitions since the field was right in front of the bench he was sitting on.

He turned back to her only to be rewarded with, 'If it's a girl she isn't interested and if it's a friend then he just doesn't care. So stop being a loser and get out.'

She turned around and walked away.

Although the things that she had said or why had she said them in the first place should have been the ones to be concerned about. The only thing that was on his mind was Clara Oswald crying?

12th September 2014

He smiled again as he walked up the stairs to their flat. Who would have said a 'complete moron' would turned into a 'I love you'?

Clara was writing behind her small working desk probably checking some tests with her earphones on reminding him about their first talk once again.

Still smiling he walked to her from behind and pressed a soft kiss on her neck.

She jerked and uncovered her ears, 'Hey, you startled me.'

'Sorry,' he kissed her again this time on the lips. It was shortly yet effective as their tongues brushed expressing the love they felt. She finished the kiss with a tempting moan that caused him to proudly smirk like always.

'Don't apologize. I like startles like that,' she said teasingly and he just had to lean down again to kiss her once more. Passionately and demandingly pushing his tongue inside. They did their little dominance competition once again.

Now both moaning they leaned away and he looked down at her work, 'New pile?'

'Uh-huh, it's annoying. I love teaching not doing paper work.'

'You always loved being listened.'

She hit his shoulder and he laughed.

'By the way have you got my message about the Ponds?'

'Of course plus Amy has called to tell me the big news. Still John you know they're not Ponds, right?'

'I can't help it. I really like the sound of it,' he said putting down his jacket.

'Oh, Clara you have to promise me you won't get angry or jealous about who I have met today.'

'Was it John Deep?'

'No, it was-' he was cut by Clara's phone.

'It's my father.'

'Tell him I say hi.'

She nodded and started talking while he continued undressing and went to the shower. Once he came back they both got ready and headed to the door.

'Honey, you didn't finish,' started Clara as they were outside and she was locking up their door.

'Who should I be jealous about?' she asked with a smirk.

He rewarded her with one of his own, 'Well, guess who is the new hospital's lawyer?'

'Surprise me.'

He got ahead of her and opened the front door for her.

'Rose Tyler.'

A.N: Thoughts?