Hi! So heres my first whouffle! Lots of fluff! Enjoy! I dont own Doctor Who, by the way. And the poem is not mine.
Clara simply couldnt sleep.
She tossed and she turned in her bed, flipping her pillow and sprawling out.
She even tried new sleeping positions, but on her stomach hurt and on her side felt weird. Before she knew it, she was hungry for a midnight snack.
She crawled out of bed and combed her fingers through her hair before walking out the door. She had no clue where the Doctors room was, but in case it was nearby, she tiptoed down the halls.
She finally found the kitchen.
To her surprise, someone was already there.
"Cant sleep?", the Doctor asked.
"Yeah.", she replied.
"Can you- well no. ", she began.
"Can I what?", the Doctor asked. He would do anything for his impossible girl. Well, he wished she was his.
"No, its silly."
"Say it!", the Doctor asked running through a list of all the possible things she could say in his head. Or at least some.
"Can you tell me a story.", she asked quietly.
"A story?", the Doctor asked surprised. That was certainly not on the list of things he had expected.
"Never mind. Its stupid. I'm sorry. It's just, my dad used to tell me one when I couldn't sleep. I thought it might help. I'm sorry.", she backtracked.
She really loved him, but she simply couldn't say. And now she might have blown it, making him think of her as a little girl. You can't date little girls!
"No! I'd actually like to! Love to, really. Come on lets sit down somewhere comfortable.", the Doctor said, leading her to the media room. She suddenly forgot all about her hunger. They sat down on a couch, right next to each other. Clara kind of scooched against him.
After a moment of thought, the Doctor began his story.
"There was once a man. He was the loneliest man in the universe. He had friends, but they faded away. So he ran. He ran from everything. From death, and destruction, and tears. There was a war, where he finally lost everything. So he ran some more. Someone made him better though. He thought he had found love. Rose. She eventually faded too. He made another friend, finally, but she left. He then found another. And she forgot. And then, two. But they died. I could tell you of adventures, but they would only end in the saddest ways. The days that never came. Look around the TARDIS. You'll find their old, forgotten rooms. Maybe even stories. Even though they have moved on, I will never, ever forget them."
Both the Doctor and Clara had tears in their eyes. She looked up at him.
"Will that ever happen to me, Doctor?"
"Oh, I dread to think. No. I won't let it.", he told her, putting an arm around her.
Neither of them wanted to get up, so they slowly drifted off to sleep. Finally, Clara had found her comfortable position that she couldn't find earlier.
The next morning, she crept up to make breakfast. She was careful not to wake the Doctor up, though.
She ate some cornflakes before exploring the TARDIS to find some old companion's rooms.
Later, after searching and talking to the Doctor, she went to her room.
She sat down at her desk and pulled out a piece of paper and pen.
Slowly, she wrote a poem.
"Rose left the Doctor so the Doctor is blue
Ask Donna where's the Doctor
She'll reply "Doctor who?"
Sarah Jane and Martha, and niw both the Ponds
Had their fun with the Doctor
And now they've all gone
So ask me again why the TARDIS is blue
There's a sad man inside with his hearts torn in two"