A/N- It's true that I haven't completed my other two stories (Run Clever Boy and Blood Moon); will soon update them too :D But I have finally decided to write a Doctor!sickfic I hope you will all enjoy :D

It'll have to start with a slight mystery for you all... *smirks*


"Brought you to..." He opened the door triumphantly. "Antartica." Clara squealed as she stepped outside the TARDIS in her purple cottoned jacket. The Doctor couldn't help but smile. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!" She jumped held him in a tight embrace which he didn't return.

"Clara, I don-"

"I don't care." She laughed as she squeezed him tighter. One would say that she had supernatural strengths for a human her size. She finally let go. The Doctor was still in slight shock. "Well, come on daft old man. Let's go!" She ran giggling, white wisps of breath escaping from her nose and mouth. The Doctor ran after her. After they ran for a few minutes across the white scenery, Clara stopped, laughing at the Doctor, following her huffing and puffing, very tired. The TARDIS was a mere blue speck on the icy horizon. "How-" he panted. "Do you- have so- much- energy?" The time traveller held his knees as he bent down. "For a 2000 year old time traveller, you need some more training!" Clara laughed. He couldn't help but smile. Thank heavens he met a companion like her. He wouldn't know what to do without her. "Come on! Let's run some more!" Clara continued to run. "Back to the TARDIS!" "Clara, we're not in a marathon!" The Doctor straightened up. "Who says we're not?!" He heard her shout. "You have got to be kidding me," he thought. Whether he wanted or not, he had to join her.

But she was a fast runner. Clara always used to brag, in a joking manner… just to pull the Doctor's leg once in a while, about how she had arrived second out of two hundred athletic students at her school during a marathon when she was younger. And she retains that the companion is still as fit as her teenage self. In fact, the 'chasing monsters' lifestyle she occupied made her run even faster, especially when she was being chased by one…. When her life or the Doctor's was in any type of danger.

So the Doctor found it difficult to keep up with her. But he had too many thoughts in his mind…. The fact that something felt terribly wrong.

"Clara, stop! There's something wrong!

"What?!" An echo responded. "Stop!" The Doctor waved as Clara stopped. He hurried to go near her.

But then something made his hearts halt. The time lord heard thin ice crack before Clara was engulfed by the ice under her. He could hear her faint scream. The Doctor ran faster than he had ran these past few minutes. "Clara! Hold on I'm coming!" He could feel the sudden rush of adrenaline flowing through his 2 heart circulatory system. "Clara!" The Doctor shouted her name again as he immediately took off his long coat and scarf and jumped into the icy cold water. He horrifyingly saw his companion being dragged down, most probably by the weight of her sagged clothes. She was already knocked off, seeing air bubbles escaping from her nostrils and her lips with were slightly apart. He swam as hard as he could, adrenaline pumping in his veins, and the only thought in his mind was to save Clara. Not even how cold the water was, or how weak his legs felt both with the cold and the shock of endangering his companion.

He was finally close enough to catch her and bring her in his arms. The Doctor swam as fast as his feet could propel him upward until his face broke the surface, gasping for air. He heaved Clara onto the ice before heaving himself up, panting and coughing up water. The time lord knelt near her. Clara's lips were already a dangerous shade of blue and her skin was very pale. He pressed 2 fingers against the artery in her neck.

Weak pulse.

Oh, don't you dare leave me now, Clara Oswald.

He prepped up for compressions and began pumping. The Doctor noticed water escaping down the corner of her parted lips with every jolt.

But no breath.

"Come. On. Cla. Ra. Come. On. Fight….."

He repeatedly chanted under his breath as he rested his whole weight on her chest.

Pulse.

Weaker by the second.

CPR.

He didn't even think twice.

2 breaths

His fairly warm lips curled around her blue lips, feeling her cold wet skin. Her chest nearly didn't inflate with air due to the volume of water she had taken in.

Compressions.

"Come. On. Cla. Ra. You. Strong. Girl."

He must never give up. He mustn't stop. Not until her got his Clara back. He had the duty to bring her back to life.

Tears clouded the Doctor's vision... But he wasn't any close to stopping.

2 more breaths.

It almost felt as if Clara's skin was even colder against his lips than the first time he supplied her with air.

I can't lose you Clara.

Back to compressions.

"Come.

On.

Fight.

You.

Stubb-"

The Doctor soon stopped as Clara's eyes sprung open in shock and jolted up before she began coughing up water.

"It's fine Clara. Come on come on." He said as he helped Clara to the side, coughing up more freezing water. "Great great."

What a sound, hearing her breathe again, desperate for a gulp of air.

"That's it… you're doing well." He continued as the time lord rubbed her back.

When her cough had dried up, he laid her on his lap. Her broken eyes looked into his. "Ccccoldddddd." She just murmured as she trembled incessantly, her bottom lip refusing to cooperate so Clara could be able to communicate. The Doctor took his dry long coat, which he'd left on the ice just a few feet away and wrapped her in it. "I'mmmmm ssss-" She moaned but the Doctor stopped her. "All I need you to do is to stay awake, ok? Make it up to me." The Doctor desperately huddled her to him as Clara's glazed eyed looked at her daft old man, trying her best to nod. "You don't have to Clara. I already know you'll make it." And gently kissed her wet forehead.

The companion groaned as she huddled deeper into the coat, her eyes threatening to flutter shut, yet trying her best to stay awake. He could feel her desperate, heavy exhaled blows against his wet shirt, getting colder by the minute. "Come on Clara, stay with me!" He pulled her closer to him and smoothed her pale cheek, watching her as she took laboured breaths as her eyes rolled in her head.

"TARDIS." He said to himself. And immediately woke up and ran to the time machine.


The time lord exited the time machine with his companion, both dry, thanks to the TARDIS. The latter was cuddled in bundles of blankets to keep her warm. The warmth scorched the Doctor's skin the moment he stepped out. Looking up, he saw the 3 suns at all angles. This should keep Clara warm until she stabilises. The Doctor thought.

The coarse sand grains underneath his feet crunched as the time lord started pacing away from the TARDIS. He had chosen the warmest, safest planet he knew for him and Clara to stay. He found a suitable spot and placed Clara to sit there, before sitting himself and letting her body weight lean against him. He kissed her forehead delicately, feeling her shake against him. His arms wrapped around her, hoping that her body would warm up little faster. "It's going to be alright, Clara." He chanted in her hair. "You'll get better, I promise. I promise."

The time lord soon felt Clara move slightly in the bundle of blankets, before seeing her abnormally large eyes flutter open slowly. "Hi. Hello." He gazed at her, seeing that she was trying her best to form a weak smile, before cuddling closer to the Doctor, trembling more vigorously. He rubbed her arms, trying to produce some more heat, whilst chanting the same words of courage. The more he said them, the more he believed Clara was going to make it.

And so there they stood, wrapped in each other's presence, hoping that Clara would live again.


A/N- hope you enjoyed this first chapter :D Feedback appreciated as always :D