A/N- This story has been inspired by The Fault In Our Stars :) Did you know Augustus and Hazel, (characters) were also Caleb and Tris who were siblings in Divergent, right now they are the perfect on screen pair :) Please review?
Clara walked into the TARDIS, her eyes dead and hair messy, sticking out everywhere, knotty, like a birds nest. Her clothes were baggy, it was obvious something was wrong.
"Hello bed head!" The Doctor laughed, making a mental note to himself to never start off with a joke when somebody looks awful.
"Hi" She said quietly, Clara lent on the railings, immediately being transported to a different world, her own world, into the depths of haunted places in the mind. She stared into the distance as her mind took her deep into thought, The Doctor watched her intensely, he was worried, something was wrong, it wasn't the the type of something wrong they felt when they had to run, this was scarier much scarier.
"Sorry, got caught up in a daydream then. Just have a lot on my mind" Clara explained, quickly rubbing her eye to fight off brimming tears.
"A daymare? Like a nightmare and a daydream rolled into one big ball of stuff" The Doctor said, he grew a smile on his face, waving his arms about as he thought over his new theory.
"Yeah i guess" Clara gave a light smile, The Doctor had his quirks, quirks that no other man had ever had, quirks that never failed to paint a smile on a sad face.
"Seriously.. what's up?" The Doctor stepped closer to her, until his wild hair was touching her forehead, he stared into her eyes, almost like he was trying to force her thoughts out of her mind.
"Stop that! I'm fine. Let's travel." Clara laughed, weakly. She started to re arrange her hair, in attempt to make it look like it had been brushed that morning.
"Okay my Impossible Girl, we'll do what you want, as long as you promise to explain what's going on in that little head of yours, You know im here whenever, and wherever, hey, I got a time machine, i can go anywhere you like, we could find the perfect spot for you to feel comfortable so we can have a good old natter and try to sort things out, eh?"
"Fine if we must... chin boy." Clara sighed, still trying to sort out her hair, it had become a habit ever since she got the news. She couldn't break the Doctors heart. It would hurt him too much, he had lost so many companions, the Doctor wouldn't be able to cope if anything had happened to her.