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Clara woke up screaming. This was the fifth night in a row and the Doctor was getting worried. Every night since the events at Trenzalore, every night since she had jumped into his time stream, Clara had nightmares. And these weren't just ordinary nightmares about spiders or clowns, these were terribly vivid nightmares of being ripped apart, of being shattered into a million pieces like a window pane. Clara had lived many lives, all quite hazy, but not all of them had been nice. Some of them were waking terrors and Clara had relived a few of them at night. Her mind was slowly seizing up with all the things she had seen. Some of these things no human was ever meant to see. She was slowly losing her spark. And the Doctor was scared. He was well and truly terrified. Clara, his beautiful, funny Clara was broken. And he wasn't sure how to mend her.
"Clara?" She heard him call. "Clara!" He rushed into her room, after hearing her shouts and yells. "Are you ok?"
No. I'm not Doctor.
"Yeah, just another nightmare. I'll be fine, just sorting things out." Clara told him. He hugged her. He didn't know why, it just felt right. She hugged him back. But it was sort of empty. The Doctor frowned internally. On the outside he beamed.
"Glad your up, anyway. Got a surprise for you." He told her, tapping her nose. She grinned and tapped his chin.
"Surprise me, Chin Boy."
"Oh I shall, Impossible Girl."
He slipped his hand into hers and dragged her through the long, winding corridors of the TARDIS. All the way to the Console Room. But before they entered the glowing room, he quickly put a hand over her eyes. The other hand remained clutching Clara's small, pale one. He led her through the brightly lit control room and towards the TARDIS doors. He softly clicked his fingers and slowly they creaked open. His hand flew off her eyes and he stood there holding Clara's hand as she gasped in amazement. They were floating round a giant star. But this was a special star. It was a iris sun. A large star with streams of rainbow light coming out of it, reflecting off the sun making the whole area shine with a rainbow light. In other words, it was beautiful. Clara gasped and softly smiled. She really didn't care what anyone did anymore. But for the Doctor, she smiled and pretended to be amazed. A few tears dripped down her face as the he put his arm around her and held her close. They stood there like that for a few minutes, before the Doctor grabbed her hand, letting go gently before they reached the door, and walked back inside. "Clara, are you sure you're okay?" He asked her, freaking out inside. She didn't answer. "Clara?" He turned, looking around for her. "Clara!" He called, basically screaming. "CLARA!"
He ran outside. Nothing. He fell to his knees, tears running down his face. "Clara." He whispered. It was his fault. All his fault.
Clara didn't make a sound as she was dragged away from the Doctor. She didn't make a sound as her kidnappers shoved her into a small, dark room. She didn't make a sound as they chained her to the wall. What's the point? She thought. After all that had happened to Clara, she just couldn't be bothered anymore. She was giving up. The guards taunted her and teased her and she just stared at the wall opposite. She also believed that the Doctor wouldn't come for her. After all, who could love someone as broken as her?
Well first one over. That was really weird to write because I never really thought of Clara as a giving up person but for the sake of this fic, please go with it. Thanks for reading! Please comment if you have any feedback or prompts!