Ok, I should actually be finishing After the Battle and Babysitting, but this idea came into my head! It's going to be a two parter, first part 11 and Clara, second part 12 and Clara. Please enjoy, I'm only just getting into Whoffaldi after 'The Girl Who Died', I'm in love with the little dance between the Doctor and Clara we see!

I'll stop rambling now! This is set a few days after Name of the Doctor!

Clara :)

Trenzalore still haunted the Doctor, but not for the reasons one might expect. He'd had an encounter with the Great Intelligence who had jumped into his time stream, nearly lost Clara, and even run into his dead wife. But what made the Doctor so horrified wasn't any of this, but the knowledge that Clara now had to bear his burdens too. His best friend was now plagued with memories of deaths she had and hadn't experienced.

At first Clara had avoided sleep. Denied that she was tired when he caught her eyelids drooping. Eventually he'd had enough and hidden a sedative in her coffee. Yes it was unethical, but she was going to die of exhaustion if he didn't step in. He'd switched everything to decaf too, but she wasn't to know.

As Clara slept, the Doctor read. He had no idea of how to stop the memories of her echoes without erasing everything. It had practically killed him to do that to Donna, if he did the same to Clara... The Doctor's thoughts were interrupted by a scream coming from his companion's room. That had been a strong sedative, and the 1200 year old thought she'd still be asleep, after all it had only been 15 hours. She did have 3 days with no sleep to make up for. Another scream caused him to jump into action. Abandoning his book he jogged to Clara's room, armed with the sonic screwdriver to drive away any monsters.

When he opened the door he saw that Clara was still asleep. The sheet was tightly twisted around her, and the duvet lay on the floor all crinkled. Was it attack of the living duvet day already?

"Clara it's okay, I'm here." The small woman trembled slightly as she came out of her dream. Upon seeing him, she let out a small sob.

"Doctor, you're okay!" She went to pull the sheet off.

"Stay there, I'll come over." He instructed, sitting on the bed and pulling her into a hug. He felt a few tears land on his shirt, but didn't say anything.

"Tell me all about it, Clara." He said, not breaking the hug. Clara whimpered slightly before whispering:

"I remembered one of my echoes. She was in a library, River was there too. She had a team with her. Then I got lost, walked into a shadow. That killed me - her. Then my face went on some statue thing, it's there forever to help people. Getting it on there hurt though, even though I was dead." The Doctor hugged tighter, stroking her hair and back. He recalled the library as if it were last week, but knowing that Clara experienced it too...

"Vashta Nerada. It'll be alright, Clara, I promise." Kissing the side of her head he noticed that her breathing was starting to regulate.

DWDWDWDW

The next evening was more of the same. This time the sedative was hidden in a cup of tea and Clara didn't even make it to her room, instead falling asleep on the little sofa he'd put in the console room. For six hours she was fine, quiet as a mouse and still as a statue. Then, six hours and two minutes she began to toss slightly.

"No," She moaned, making him look around, "Not there, no." He debated on whether to wake her up or not.

"Please no." Her voice was getting louder. Moving as fast as he could, the Doctor was by Clara's side and pulling her into a hug. This effort earned him nothing but a slap in the face. As she was still unconscious he wouldn't hold it against her.

"Don't, please." Clara cried. This time he shook her slightly, putting a stop to whatever was about to happen.

This time she was embarrassed.

"I'm so sorry." She mumbled into his jacket.

"Hey," He soothed, rubbing her arm, "This isn't your fault, Clara. It's anything but that." He couldn't tell her that he was frightened too. Scared he'd done permanent damage. Could he ever let her go now? She seemed so desperately fragile, unlike herself. Maybe this was the price for her saving him, he'd have to watch over her forever.