"Clara! How many times have I told you NOT to fly the TARDIS!" The Doctor yelled.
"Actually, never." Clara stated as she flipped through all of the controls.
"Well, that's a first! Anyway, back to work!" The Doctor said brightening up the room with his sonic.
Clara paced around the TARDIS and a thought came across her mind OH NO! I'M GOING TO BE SICK! She ran at full speed to the bathroom and threw up.
"Clara? Are you alright?" The Doctor wondered out loud.
"Just a bit sick, I'm fine really." Clara shouted as she grabbed a glass of water to rinse her mouth.
"Okay." The Doctor answered with a worried tone in his voice.
"Can you drop me of in London?" Clara asked.
"Sure! Wait, why?" The Doctor replied.
"No reason." Clara answered suspiciously.
"Okay." The Doctor said really getting worried.
Clara came back into the main control room.
"Ah! London on Christmas Day!" The Doctor exclaimed with joy and wonder in his voice.
"Bye Doctor!" Clara yelled already half way down the street.
There was no way the Doctor could protest, he just stepped back into the TARDIS alone and sad.
Why is Clara acting so different? Is she sick? Maybe, no that isn't possible. He pushed that thought out of the way, but for the rest of the day the thought lingered in his head.
"That will be 2 pounds ." The Drug Store Clerk said.
Clara passed the clerk her money, took the bag from the counter, and ran to the bathroom.
Why am I so shakey? I know I can't be but, I really don't know. I'm scared. I am utterly scared.
It beeps.
"It's time." Clara whispered.
She flipped the test over.
It read PREGNANT.
Here is a FF sorry it has been so long, I decided not to continue the other stories but I will keep them up for anyone who wants to read them. BYE!