Author's Note: I honestly have no idea where this is going. I had a dream that they had an argument and got stuck in the Tardis. At first I was only writing it down to remember (since I usually forget all of my dreams, which makes me sad because I dream very rarely) but then stuff got added in magically and ideas came and yeah. I don't even know if I'm going to keep going with it but I thought I'd at least post this to motivate myself to keep going.

"That was an incredibly stupid thing for you to do."

"Why are you so angry?! We're safe aren't we? Clara shouted back, storming into the Tardis after him. Why was he being so unbearable? She just helped him save the town! He should be glad instead of chastising her like she was a five-year-old child.

He wheeled around abruptly, causing her to crash into him before quickly catching her balance. His gaze was cold and unforgiving and she had to restrain herself from looking away. Instead she stood straighter, chin held high to show him that she wasn't about to back down so easily.

"That's not the point, Clara. I told you to stay here, inside the Tardis, and what did you do instead? You deliberately ignored what I said and pranced directly to the enemy. They were this close to killing you."

"I didn't prance, I simply bumped into them while looking for you. And I wasn't the only one close to being killed; you weren't doing any better yourself. You should be grateful that I came to help. If it wasn't for me showing up and distracting your little friends, you'd be walking around with a nice bullet wound in your head right now – oh wait, no you wouldn't because you would be dead." Her stomach turned at the thought of him regenerating so soon; or worse yet: actually dying, but she suppressed it before he could notice. Now wasn't the time to show affection towards him; she had an argument to win after all.

"I didn't need your help. I would have been fine – always am. You should have done what you were told and waited for me to fix it."

"When are you going to learn that you can't always do these things by yourself?! You may be over a thousand years old, have a screwdriver that can do practically anything along with the most powerful spaceship in the universe, and the knowledge to fill a million books, but even you need help once and a while. And I wasn't about to stand aside and watch you and the whole town get destroyed just because you were too blinded by your own ego to accept my help." She countered furiously.

"You think this is about my ego?" He looked her incredulously but his eyes seemed crestfallen, almost pained, and she wondered whether she may have had everything wrong.

"Why else would it be?" He continued to look at her with the same expression until it warped into an almost disgusted look.

"You really don't get it, do you?" When she gave no indication of knowing what he was talking about, he sneered with contempt.

"Humans, always seeing everything except for what's right in front of you." The Doctor shook his head before finally turning his back to her. Her anger increased and she felt insulted by his words, their tone making her feel like she was some lowly insect that was of no use to the world than to be a mere pest that needed to be crushed. She took a deep breathe, trying to keep a cool head.

"Then maybe you should explain what it is exactly that I don't get." She waited, arms crossed and ready to contradict whatever he was about to say. But he didn't say anything, the only sounds coming from his movements and the rhythmic beeping of the monitor.

"So now you're not talking to me?" He always did this, never fully explained himself and always left her in the dark.

"Not until you apologize." He responded without looking at her. She blinked in confusion. Apologize!?

"You can't be serious. I didn't do anything wrong!" Again, he said nothing and continued to blindly mess with the controls on the console.

"Well I hope you enjoy not taking to me because there is no way I'm apologizing for doing the right thing." She spat indignantly, marching out.

Slamming the door to her room, she sat on her bed to try to obtain some measure of control, wiping at tears of rage and frustration. So much for keeping a cool head. Groaning, she buried her head into a pillow. She'd been doing that a lot lately.

Their fights were far more frequent than before the regeneration, and even then the fights were always small and teasing. But there was no longer any room to tease with this Doctor. Their arguments were fiercer, both participants too stubborn and hot headed, neither ready to admit defeat and apologize as easily as before.

In fact, there was never really a verbal apology like before. They would merely spend some time apart to cool off, her locked in her room and him tinkering away or in the library. Then after a while, she would feel guilty and show herself to him with some apology tea. He would always take the tea so eagerly that it made her wonder if he was as sorry as she was or if he just really liked the way she made his tea. Either way, it helped to settle things between them. At least until the next fight.

But she knew that tea wouldn't really help this situation, because this time he had actually demanded an apology. One she was adamant on giving him.

"Ridiculous man." She grumbled into the pillow. There was no reason for her to apologize. He should be thanking her for coming along and praising her for getting to the reactor in time before it detonated. If she hadn't, then the two of them and the whole town would have been blown to pieces.

Then again, by going after him she did go against his command of 'staying put inside the Tardis and not getting into trouble'. But surely helping him save the town was more important than obeying him, right?

Of course it was. I didn't do anything wrong. He's just angry because he wasn't the one who saved the day like always. Arrogant and annoying idiot.

And yet, she loved him. With Chin Boy it was a simple crush that had slowly developed into caring. His childishness was endearing and had she loved the carefree feeling. It wasn't until this man with his steel-blue eyes, silver, curly hair, and distinguished features came that her attraction towards him developed into full blown love and affection. She adored the man: the way he held himself with striking elegance and gravitas, the way he ran a hand through his short curls when nervous, the way he licked his finger before turning the page and then pushed his reading glasses further up his nose, the way he smiled when walking on a new planet, the moments when he pulled her closer to him whenever immediate danger struck, the scent of his clothes – stop.

Huffing, she shut her eyes hard to clear her mind of the thoughts. She was supposed to be angry with him. She needed to be angry with him. Maybe that's what truly annoyed her about their fights: it was her feelings for him that ultimately never allowed her to stay angry with him, no matter how furious she was to begin with. She was always going back to him, always the one to give in first.

It wasn't just annoying… it was painful; because no matter how many times they fought she was the one who could never bear to continue. It was never he who made the first move for a reunion, never he who made the attempt to sooth her. And it was these fights and so called reconciliations that proved to her time and time again that he didn't feel for her what she felt for him. He didn't love her.

A tear fell onto the pillow and she realized that it wasn't from anger or frustration anymore.

Damn him.

She didn't know how long she had slept, but if the aching stiffness was any indication, she would say it had been for a couple of hours. Sitting up, she winced at the pain in her neck and ran a hand over it.

Having decided that a shower was the best option for some relaxation, she slowly made her way to the bathroom. It wasn't much of a time for washing herself as it was sulking under the shower head, letting the water hit her pleasantly while she mulled over the situation. The more she thought about it, the guiltier she felt. Just another reason to be angry with him.

Suddenly the floor shook beneath her feet with surprising force. Her feet slipped from under her and she fell against the cold tiles, hurting her wrist in the process. The shaking didn't surprise her in the least; it often occurred when the Doctor was working on the Tardis, rebooting systems and fixing things that were already fixed – just something to distract himself after an argument with her. But that didn't stop her from blaming him for her injured wrist, all guilt from earlier going away in an instant. She massaged the wrist a little and winced at the twinge of pain.

I'm going to kill him.

After the shower, she got dressed in an old t-shirt and pajama pants, tied her hair up, and headed to the library for a nice read, knowing from the earlier quake that he wouldn't be there. But the library doors never showed up, and she thought that maybe she had taken a wrong turn somewhere, despite the fact that she knew the way like the back of her hand.

Retracing her steps, she headed in the opposite direction and ended up at the kitchen. Maybe some hot tea instead – none for the Doctor, mind you. But as she got the pot ready she couldn't help but wonder what the Doctor was doing at the moment, or if he was being tortured by their arguments as much as she was. She hoped he was.

Halfway through making her tea she heard shuffling behind her along with a muffled voice.

"Damn…you're here." She froze and grimaced at his words.

"Yes I am. I have just as much right to be in here as you do." She bit out harshly. He didn't respond and she heard the door click closed. Assuming that he had left, she sighed and finally turned to leave as well, her appetite for tea having disappeared, only to be startled by the sight of him standing rigidly in front of the door.

The momentary scare was quickly replaced with concern when she took in his disheveled state. His hair was messy and clothes a little worse for wear; his cardigan was bunched up in his hands, and when her eyes drifted higher she saw a make shift bandage, stained with blood, wrapped around his forearm.

"What happened?" She walked over to try to help but he moved away before she could lay a hand on him.

"Just a small accident while working on the Tardis. It's nothing" He said nonchalantly. Immediately he began to go from cabinet to cabinet, picking out a few basic foods, such as bread and fruits, and dumping them on his cardigan on the table. Her concern grew when she noticed that he was walking with a slight limp.

"Doctor, what the hell happened?"

"I told you. It's nothing." He stated flatly.

"Nothing? Doctor, you're limping and your arm is bleeding. Just this once, why can't you tell me?!"

"Damn it, Clara, because it doesn't concern you!" He slammed a cabinet door violently, making her jump, and faced her. An eerie silence settled between them, allowing hurt and fury to fix within her once again. He had never talked to her so rudely before.

"Why do you always have to do this? I just want to help you and instead of letting me you act like such a jerk."

He didn't say anything as he took out a couple of water bottles from the refrigerator and placed them with the food on his cardigan before picking it up as an improvised sack. She stared at his back while he walked to the door to leave but stopped halfway through the threshold. He didn't turn around but merely stood there for a second.

"You should finish that tea, and try to eat something else as well. You're going to need the energy. And the watches… don't forget the watches. They're important." His voice was laced with exhaustion, and if she wasn't in such a foul mood, she might have caught the hint of remorse. Instead all she could think about was how much she wanted to throw something in his direction to let out all of her pent up frustration.

"Nothing you just said made any sense. And don't tell me what to do." She added, not even trying to mask the scorn in her voice, letting it out for all it was worth and hoping it would cut him as much as his words had cut her.

He didn't reply and quietly shut the door behind him, finally leaving her alone again.

"Ugh! He's such a-a…insufferable git!" Out of no where, the room shook with the same force as before, causing the cup to shatter at her feet. Thankfully she was able to catch herself with the table before falling again.

"Oh stuff it you old cow!" She shouted into the air.

Storming out of the kitchen, she made to go back to her room, fuming all the way and replaying the scene in the kitchen over and over in her head, which only agitated her even more.

He's so annoying and disrespectful and arrogant and a pain in the ass and I hope he has another accident! Well, maybe not because he did look pretty beat up. I hope he's okay. What? No! I'm supposed to be angry with him!

"Why is it so hard to be angry at him?!" She shouted, her voice echoing a little. Looking around, she realized that she had been walking for a longer time than she normally would have, her room should have showed up by now. Maybe she had been too busy being angry that she had taken a turn in the wrong direction again? No, she knew these halls so well that she could walk to her room blindfolded if she had to. Something was wrong.

Standing still, she waited and listened before continuing down the direction she was going, taking tentative steps. Everything seemed quiet enough but then…

"Water?" The sound was coming from the far end, around the corner. Curiosity getting the best of her, she ran down the rest of the way and made to turn the corner but fell onto the floor instead as something crashed into her. Her head smacked onto the hard floor and she gasped in pain. She blinked heavily as her head pounded, blurring her vision. She felt movement above her and a distant voice calling her name.

"Clara? – Clara! Clara!" Soon every noise increased tenfold like fireworks exploding in her ears. Looking up she saw the Doctor's face.

"What the hell, Doctor. Can't you watch where you're going?"

"No time for that. C'mon, get up." He pulled at her but she refused to move so quickly; her head was still spinning.

"Hold on, give me a minute." She replied, raising a hand to her pounding head.

"Clara, we really don't have time for this." But she paid his words no heed and stayed unmoving on the floor to collect herself.

"You need to get up now." He grabbed her wrist and pulled it only to have her gasp at the pain and pull her hand away.

"Ow! Watch it!"

"Fucking hell, now isn't the time to argue with me. We need to go!" As if to emphasize the urgency in his voice, the noise she had heard earlier suddenly became louder, much louder. Looking past the Doctor, she saw something that made her blood run cold: water, tons of it, racing down the corridor towards them.

This time she didn't protest when the Doctor grabbed her hand and yanked her to her feet, finally noticing that he was soaked to the bone when her body leaned into his.

"Run!"

They raced through the halls hand in hand, the Doctor leading the way as they blindly turned corners.

"We need to find a place to hide in. Look for a room or something." He said breathlessly. But no door came in sight. The sound of rushing water grew louder and she looked behind her to find the waves getting closer.

"Doctor-"

"Just keep running!" But they didn't have much time now. The water was reaching them at an alarming pace and soon they would be engulfed in the waves.

"C'mon old girl!" He shouted out of no where. More running.

"Any time now!" Whatever he was pleading for didn't happen and they kept running. Clara began to feel little spurts of water sprinkling onto her from behind and her panic grew.

"Doctor!"

"PLEASE!"

The Tardis gave a violent thrust. The Doctor slipped and fell, bringing Clara down with him. Hiding her face, she braced herself for the impact and crushing force of the water but found none coming. Breathing heavily, she lifted her head to look around in awe. The tons of water were completely gone and now there were only a couple of small puddles around them. She felt water seeping through her clothes and looked down to find the Doctor lying under her, his eyes closed and chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Well," He said with a soft chuckle that made his chest rumble under her fingers. "That certainly is one way to meet up again."