A/N before you go and get confused, I have reuploaded the first chapter because insanityisgood25 offered to beta read it. So big thanks to insanityisgood25.
Clara was waiting. Waiting for her Doctor to come and whisk her away. Because the Doctor was marvellous and brilliant. Of course she wouldn't say that to his face. His chin would probably grow an inch and then that would make it eleven times as likely to poke her eye out!
She was talking to Angie about school (her complaining about her maths homework once again) when she heard a wheezing grumbling sound coming from the garden.
Clara ran to the window to see the blue police box materialising, the light on the top flashing like a beacon. Clara ran outside, watching the Doctor swing the snog box doors open. Once outside the temperamental contraption, he twirled. "I'm back, Clara! Did you miss me?"
"Of course I missed you, you big chin!" Clara said, running over to give the alien a big hug.
Angie and Artie had followed Clara and exclaimed a, "Hello!" simultaneously.
The Doctor waved at both of them. "How's the chess, Artie?"
"Alright. We've got Championships next week and I actually won a game!"
"Well done!" The Doctor replied, ruffling the preteen's hair in affection. "You'll win the championships next week."
"Are you sure?" Artie asked, unsure.
The Doctor tapped his nose. "I'm a time traveller, Artie. Don't forget that." His reply was a grin. The Doctor turned to Clara, rubbing his hands together excitedly, "Are you ready to go on a trip?"
Clara grinned. "Yes." She turned to Angie and Artie. "Right, remember food in the kitchen and bed at 10. O.K?" Angie and Artie nodded and ran back into the house shouting their goodbyes to the Doctor and Clara. "Goodbye Clara, Goodbye Clara's boyfriend!" The Doctor blushed crimson and said quickly to Clara, who hadn't noticed the Doctor's bright red face, "Come on, I think I've found something you'll really like."
"What?"
"It's a surprise!"
In the console room, the Doctor almost tripped over, still flustered by Angie's comment.
When the TARDIS had come to a stop, the Doctor stopped spinning around the console. "Here we are! Come and see!" He opened the TARDIS door's and Clara saw a massive swirling mass of colours, criss-crossing together, reflecting the light.
She turned to the Doctor. "It's the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life."
The Doctor smiled absentmindedly, "It's the second most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
Clara looked at him questioningly. "What's the first most beautiful thing you've ever seen?"
The Doctor blushed in response and started to stutter madly. "A-anyway, let's get y-yo-you home."
"It's a girl, isn't it!? Ha! It is, isn't it? Is it River?" The Doctor didn't give a response and started to talk about the molecular composition of the colours. Clara did 'the look' and tried to get the answer out of him, but he kept changing the subject, turning his back to her, marching back to the TARDIS, with Clara following behind, getting more and more confused and more importantly, intrigued.
The Doctor took her back home. The alien gave her an awkward hug, mumbling, "See you next Wednesday, Clara..." and walked back into his blue box and dematerialised. Clara watched as the TARDIS faded away and turned to go back in the house when she realised what, or rather who, the Doctor had been looking at when he had said that it was the second most beautiful thing that he had seen.
He had been looking at her. Not thinking about River, but thinking about her.
In the TARDIS, the Doctor was pacing up and down the console room and talking to the TARDIS (who wasn't really listening). "That was close. That was really close... That was too close! Clara nearly found out about... You know... The love stuff... My love... For her" Little did the Doctor know, Clara had worked out that he had feelings for her that Angie had predicted all along.
Clara was doing exactly what the Doctor was doing. Well, bar being in a time machine, talking to said time machine. Instead, she was pacing the living room, with Angie perched on the sofa, grinning manically as she listened to Clara.
"What do I do now? If I don't tell him that I like him, then I will have missed the chance! If I do tell him, he might leave me and find another companion."
Angie smirked at her. "Just tell him! You know he feels exactly the same way."
Clara nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah... Yeah, I should tell him how I feel, shouldn't I? Hang on; since when did you become an expert in love?" She turned to Angie, who was still sat on the sofa, cool as cucumber.
"Me and Artie have known the Doctor and you were in love with each other for a while now. You can tell by the way you look at each other. It's like you're his universe." It was Clara's turn to blush.
The Doctor had decided. He would go straight to the next Wednesday and tell Clara how he felt. He landed and said to himself, while he was walking outside the door, "You can tell her. You're not scared." He knocked on the door and, to his surprise, Angie answered it.
"Where's Clara?" the Doctor asked a bit too quickly, trying to look inside and catch a glimpse of his companion. Angie pointed up the stairs.
"She's in her room getting ready." She led the Doctor inside, closing the glass front door behind her, and he sat down on a chair. Angie began to smirk again, which made the Doctor feel instantly uncomfortable. He started to shift in his seat, fidgeting nervously.
"Doctor, do you have feelings for Clara?"
He spluttered in response."Yes. I mean no… I mean I don't know." He paused, trying to read Angie's face. "Why... does she have feelings for me?"
Angie grinned, jumped up from her seat and shouted "Clara! He's here!"
Clara ran downstairs, wearing a red dress, and came into the kitchen. "So?" she said to Angie, raising an eyebrow to get the answer from the interrogation they had planned since last Wednesday.
Angie answered Clara's question mysteriously "Yes." The Doctor looked bewildered and confused between the pair.
"Good work. Now go outside while I talk to the Doctor." Angie went outside to sit in the garden, peering through the window every so often to get a glimpse of what was going on.
"I… I have something to confess." Clara started.
The Doctor face softened every so slightly, however it quickly disappeared with nerves. "Oh, well I have something to confess as well."
The Doctor looked at Clara intently. "Ever since I first met you, you have been a mystery which was worth solving. An enigma, but you eventually started turning me into one. I have been fighting these feelings, trying to unravel them and once found, hidden them away. But I don't think it's possible to fight feelings as strong as these. I guess what I'm saying Clara is… " The Doctor paused, perplexed on how to tell her. He went for the simplist option available. "I love you."
Clara smiled softly, comforting the nervous alien. "That's a relief. I've been fighting the same feelings for you, so I'll keep this short and sweet." She took his hand and looked into his ancient eyes. "I love you." They both heard a cheer from outside to see Angie smiling and coming back into the living room.
"Ha, I told you he was your boyfriend. I told yo,." she boasted. "Artie! Come down here for a sec!"
Artie ran downstairs."Did it work?"
Angie smiled gleefully. "Yes! It worked!" They turned to see the Doctor peck Clara's lips softly at first and then there lips moulded together, becoming oblivious to their surroundings. Both children looked at each other and left the lovebirds to it.
The Doctor's brain was now becoming hazy, unable to concentrate on anything other than Clara, not that he wanted to. When they broke apart, he said "So... Are we together now?" The Doctor scratched his cheek, a nervous habit of his, and his eyes widened at what he had said. "I don't mind if you say no, it's just-" Clara silenced him with a kiss.
That night the Doctor felt the happiest he had ever felt. His impossible girl was now /his/ impossible girl. He spun around with happiness around the wheezing console and decided that when he landed at the next Wednesday, he would make it their first date.