If you enjoyed the romance of the last chapter, good for you. This chapter will contain romance as well, along with a little more interference from the TARDIS. There will also be drama. This is where things really get started. I'm going to try to get a chapter in every other day. This chapter also has NSFW content.

Chapter 2: Surprise!

Week 2

This particular Wednesday had been a bit strange for the Doctor. Clara was behaving differently. They had just returned to the TARDIS after escaping a volley of laser fire. When they were safely back into the vortex, the Doctor turned to Clara and asked, "All right, what's wrong with you this time?"

"What?" Clara said, seemingly startled, "Nothing's wrong."

"You've been acting distracted." the Doctor pointed out. "You've been agreeing with me without argument and you haven't once corrected me or called me rude."

"I'm not distracted!" Clara insisted. "Nothing is wrong!"

"Yes, there is." the Doctor argued.

"Is not!" Clara argued back

"You're lying." the Doctor said with a frown.

Clara scowled at the Doctor for several long seconds before slumping her shoulders. "All right, I've been distracted." the impossible girl admitted. "One of my friends is getting married next week and I'm supposed to be a bridesmaid. I can't show up without a date and I don't know how to dance."

"You danced on Lithurgis." the Doctor pointed out.

"That's one thing." Clara said, still despairing. "At Alicia's wedding, there is going to be waltzing. I have two left feet!" The petite brunette ran a hand through her hair and continued, "James is going to be there."

"James?" the Doctor questioned, "Your former boyfriend?"

When the Doctor said the word 'boyfriend', his facial expression made him appear as if the word had left a foul taste in his mouth. He really, really didn't like that word. Clara rolled her eyes and said, "Yes, James. My ex-boyfriend. He was invited. He suggested that we just go together." She sighed and added, "Maybe I should. He can teach me how to dance. It's not like I have anyone else to teach me. You, for example."

The Doctor folded his arms in front of his chest and defensively said, "I can dance."

"You can dance?" Clara said with a snort. "I can't picture that."

"Just because I don't dance doesn't mean that I can't dance." the Doctor replied.

"And what," Clara asked sarcastically, "I suppose you'll teach me how to waltz?"

"Better me than that fumbling idiot." the Doctor said with a snort. "The only thing he'd teach you is how to step on someone's toes."

"All right." Clara said firmly. "Let's see what you can do- right here, right now."

"You're always bossy." the Doctor said with an amused snort.

"Then listen to your boss and teach me how to dance." Clara replied with a slight smile.

The Doctor nodded and stepped over to Clara. He was standing rather close to her, as was necessary, when he showed her where to put her hands. The TARDIS took the initiative and started playing a little music. The Doctor attempted to talk Clara through the steps of the dance, but things were not going well. Finally, Clara let go of the Doctor and stepped back. "This isn't working." She said, frowning.

"You're not letting me lead." the Doctor explained.

"Why do you have to lead?" Clara asked.

"Because I actually know what I'm doing." the Doctor replied. "Dancing with you is like dancing with broomstick."

Clara frowned. "Maybe I'm just not good at this." She admitted.

"Well, you're lucky that you have me to teach you." the Doctor responded.

"All right." Clara said, stepping back up to the Doctor and putting her hands into place. "Teach me."

They began to move again, but Clara was still stiff. The Doctor let out a groan and said, "Clara, you need to relax."

"I can't relax." Clara replied.

"Stop thinking about it and close your eyes." the Doctor instructed. "Just relax and let me lead."

Clara closed her eyes, putting her trust in the Doctor and allowing him to lead. Slowly, the Time Lord guided her through the motions until, finally, Clara had relaxed enough to open her eyes. They weren't moving particularly quickly, but they were dancing. Clara's eyes lit up. A small smile quirked at the corners of the Doctor's lips. They continued to practice until Clara was familiar with the steps. As they waltzed around the console, Clara asked, "All right, teacher, what now?"

"Well," the Doctor answered, "It's a wedding, so there will probably be slow dancing."

"I don't suppose you know how to do that?" Clara inquired with a smile.

"I told you, I know how to dance." the Doctor replied, a faint smirk appearing on his face.

"All right, then." Clara said. "Show me how to do it."

"Yes, boss." the Doctor said sarcastically.

The Doctor placed Clara's hands on his shoulders before placing his own on her waist. The Time Lord led his companion as they swayed back and forth, using their feet to slowly turn on the spot. The slow dance continued, the intention being to familiarize Clara with it. The Doctor slowly became aware of how close they were standing as they danced. He soon also became aware of the fact that the TARDIS had changed the song to Elvis Presley's Can't Help Falling In Love. The Doctor looked down at Clara's face. Their eyes met. For a second, the Doctor realized that he then understood the meaning of the human phrase 'butterflies in the stomach'. He did indeed feel a strange fluttering sensation. He could hear Clara's breath suddenly hitch. The Doctor stepped back from Clara. He cleared his throat before asking, "Are you now familiar enough with those particular dances?"

"Yes." Clara said, her cheeks ever so slightly pink. "Erm, thanks."

"You're welcome." the Doctor replied awkwardly.

Clara smiled and said, "Now I suppose if I do go to the wedding with James, maybe I could teach him a thing or two."

"You are not going with him." the Doctor said firmly.

"Oh? Why not?" Clara asked, a bit irritated at the moment.

"Your toes will be black and blue by the time the whole thing is over." the Doctor said. "I've seen the idiot. He can barely handle walking."

"Who am I supposed to take, then?" Clara asked, still irritated. "You?"

There was a brief silence as Clara waited with secret anticipation for the Doctor's answer. Finally, the Time Lord sighed and said, "All right. But if things go terribly wrong, I'm blaming you."

Clara couldn't fight a smile. When the TARDIS arrived at Clara's flat, the petite human began to head for the door. As she was stepping outside, she turned around. "See you next week, Doctor. You'd better bring a tuxedo."

After Clara closed the door behind her, the Doctor let out a groan and brought a hand up to cover his face. Just what had he gotten himself into?

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Week 3

When the Doctor, dressed in a tuxedo, arrived at the wedding, his gaze swept over to the crowd until he found Clara. She was clad in an ankle-length pink gown with matching heels. She was standing with other pink-clad women who weren't far away from the bride. The vicar was droning something- the Doctor wasn't really paying attention. His focus was on Clara. She looked rather queasy. It was probably her nerves. The bride and groom said something- the Doctor didn't pay attention to that, either. Clara seemed to be getting sicker and sicker. When the bride and groom finally kissed, the Doctor watched as Clara suddenly grabbed her stomach and bolted for the nearest rubbish bin. She leaned over it and emptied her stomach of its contents. She did this repeatedly until, finally, she was done. The Doctor quickly made his way over to her. The bride was also approaching Clara. The olive-skinned woman gently placed a hand on Clara's back and asked, "Clara, honey, are you okay?"

Clara shuddered briefly before standing up. "I'm fine." the impossible girl said. "I guess it was just my nerves. Funny. The bride is usually supposed to be the one nervous at a wedding."

The bride, Alicia, laughed and said, "Well, that's true. Are you going to be okay?"

"I'll be okay." Clara said with a tired grin.

"Help yourself to a drink." Alicia offered. "We don't have any alcohol, though. Nathan's family doesn't believe in drinking."

Clara smiled and the Doctor groaned audibly. Clara then glared at him. The Time Lord shrugged before following the rest of the crowd to the place where the reception would be held. Clara reached the place before him. She then poured herself a glass of water and slowly sipped it, trying to get something back into her stomach. As Clara was finishing her glass, the Doctor noticed a man approach her. The man was- the Doctor felt a twinge of envy- a ginger fellow. He immediately recognized him as Clara's former boyfriend, James. James began to chat with Clara, apparently saying something funny, because she laughed. This continued for a while. The Doctor tried not to notice it, but for some reason his attention kept drifting back to the interactions between his companion and that pathetic human male. Finally, it was time for the dancing. An unexpected anger filled the Doctor's hearts when he saw James lead Clara to the dance floor. They began to dance, James leading Clara in a waltz. Unlike the Doctor's predictions, the man actually didn't step on Clara's toes. James leaned into Clara's ear to whisper something. All right, that's it. The Doctor stormed over to them. He tapped James on the shoulder. The ginger and his dance partner paused their waltz, James turning to face the Doctor. "I'm cutting in." the Doctor said bluntly, stepping between the two.

The Doctor took Clara's hands and placed them in the proper position before he took James' place in leading the petite brunette in a waltz. "What was that all about?" Clara asked.

"It was only a matter of time before he stepped on your toes." The Doctor said, still cross about the whole thing. "I'll not have you running around with a broken foot."

"You know, Doctor," Clara said teasingly, "if I didn't know better, I might think that you were jealous."

"Me, jealous?" the Doctor said with a snort. "Never. Can't I look out for the welfare of my companion?"

Clara rolled her eyes and said, "Just shut up and dance with me."

So they did. Eventually, the music slowed and the other guests' dancing changed. Automatically, Clara placed her hands on the Doctor's shoulder and he put his hands on her waist. Slowly, they swayed from side to side as they moved in place. The Doctor noted that the song they were currently dancing to was Rod Stewart's For The First Time. They continued to dance, their bodies becoming closer until, finally, they were touching one another. With the voice of Rod Stewart being projected from speakers, the Doctor and Clara's eyes met. They were so close. Unconsciously, the Doctor began to bend over, lowering his head closer to hers. Clara moved up on her tip-toes, each slowly closing the distance between their faces. Finally, their lips met. There was no tongue involved. It was not sexual. It was slow, lingering, and sweet. When they separated, they both knew that a line had been crossed. Sure, they had kissed before, but that was during sex. This was different. This was less heated, but somehow filled the two of them with more warmth than any prior kiss. Clara brought her hand up to the Doctor's face to caress his cheek. They each gazed into one another's eyes. Clara brought her arms up around the Doctor's neck before pressing her lips to his once more.

The rest of the reception was a blur. Afterwards, Clara and the Doctor found themselves in a hotel room. Clothes were slowly shed, neither of them in any hurry. This was different in a way that neither of them wanted to put a name to. Gently, the Doctor lowered Clara to the bed before crawling between her legs. Their eyes met and slowly, carefully, the Doctor filled her. They were still for a moment before the Doctor began to move. He slid in and out of Clara with slow, languid strokes. As he took her, he held her close to him and she held him in return. He lowered his head, bringing his mouth down onto hers. The sweet kiss lingered until they both had to separate to breathe. As they coupled, the Doctor would pepper Clara's face with kisses. This was not like it usually was with wasn't a hard, fast fuck against the wall. It was intimate. It was slow, gentle, unhurried. It wasn't just sex. Clara didn't put a name to what they were doing. Had the Doctor been anyone else, Clara would not deny that they were making love. The Doctor read Clara like a book, taking cues from her body to touch her in just the right places. As he read these cues, he gradually increased his pace, rocking in and out of Clara. When they finally climaxed, they came together. They held eachother for several minutes before the Doctor finally pulled his softened length out of her. Clara rolled onto her side and rested her head on the Doctor's shoulder. He had to do it anyway to avoid discomfort, but he put his arm around her. They held one another even after, finally, they both drifted off into slumber.

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When Clara awoke in the morning, she realized four things. One, this was not her bed. Two, she was not alone. Three, she was naked, and four, the person in bed with her was also naked. She opened her eyes, rememering who it actually was in bed with her. It was hard to believe, but here he was, still there. She looked up at him to see that he was already awake. Clara swallowed and said, "Hello."

"Hello." the Doctor said back.

Right. They'd had sex last night, Clara remembered. They'd made love. Words eluded Clara. The Doctor didn't seem to be able find them, either. Finally, it was he who spoke up, or at least tried to. "Clara," he said softly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind his companion's ear.

"Yes?" Clara whispered.

"I-" he tried to say something, but was interrupted.

He was interupted by Clara suddenly bolting out of bed and rushing to the lavatory to empty her stomach. The Doctor could hear her vomiting loudly. Finally, she seemed to regain control of her stomach. She leaned out the door and anounced that she was going to take a shower. After Clara was done washing herself, the Doctor took over the shower. By the time he walked back into the other room, Clara was dressed. The Doctor quickly put his clothes back on as well. They each gave the other a lingering, undefinable look before finally leaving the motel room. When they returned to the TARDIS, Clara rushed off once more to find a safe place to empty her stomach. The Doctor grimaced. Humans and their stomach illnesses. It would probably pass by the time he saw her next Wednesday.

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Week 5

Only it didn't. Clara kept getting sick. It was worst in the mornings. When she wasn't sick, she was ravenous. She couldn't stop eating. One week of sickness, fine, but two weeks? Clara was starting to get worried. She needed to see a doctor- a proper one. So, she scheduled an appointment and went to a physician.

"So, Miss Oswald," the doctor, Doctor Jeffries, inquired, "What seems to be the problem?"

"I've been sick." Clara admitted. "It's been two weeks and I can't stop vomiting."

"I see." Doctor Jeffries said, taking down notes. "Any other symptoms?"

"I'm always hungry." Clara said. "When I'm not throwing up, that is. Lately, it's been chips. It's all I can keep down."

Doctor Jeffries let out a 'hrrm' before finally asking, "Miss Oswald, when was your last period?"

All of a sudden, Clara's heart was filled with dread. She quickly grabbed her coat and said, "I have to go!"

As the petite woman fled, Doctor Jeffries called out, "Wait, Miss Oswald!"

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Clara sat, curled up, completely terrified in her bathroom. She gazed over at the sink. Four white sticks, all displaying the same result. To say that she was shocked was an understatement. She had been so sure that they were incompatable, but here she was in this situation. When the sound of the TARDIS materializing in her flat reached Clara's ears, she swallowed and stood up. Words could not describe just how scared she was. Would this put an end to her travels with the Doctor? What was going to happen to her? Clara was lost in thought as the Doctor swung open the TARDIS' door before looking at the human female and saying, "Let's go! We don't have all day. Well, we do, since I have a time machine."

He then popped back into the TARDIS. Taking a deep breath, Clara followed him into the ship. She looked at the grey-haired Time Lord. "You can decide this time." the Doctor said. "Where in time and space, Clara? Medieval France? The mountains of Altheria? The underwater city on Lithurgis' second moon?"

Clara didn't think about any of those. She was still stuck in thought. The Doctor, seemingly impatient, turned to face the console and said, "The mountains of Altheria it is, then."

Clara knew that it might be a very, very bad idea considering her current situation. The Doctor was pulling levers and pushing buttons. "Doctor, I can't go."

"Of course you can." the Doctor said, reaching for yet another lever. "You like shiny things. The mountains have these crystal-filled caves and-"

Clara finally blurted out, "Doctor, I'm pregnant."

The Doctor froze. His hand was just above the lever, mere inches away from taking it and pulling it. His posture stiffened. From behind, Clara couldn't see the look of hurt and anger building on his face. "Who is it?" he asked, fury creeping into his voice.

"What?" Clara said dumbly.

"It's that James idiot, isn't it?" The Doctor growled, spinning to face his companion. "You two are back together."

"No, Doctor, I-" Clara tried to speak, but the Doctor interrupted her.

"You two are back together and now you're starting your own little family." the Doctor was trying to keep the hurt out of his voice. "Congratulations. You'll get your own little house with a nice picket fence and two-point-five children."

And she would leave him. The Doctor turned away and placed his hands on the console. Not looking at Clara, he said in a tight, rough voice, "Have a nice life."

"You just don't listen, do you?" Clara snapped.

"Just go." the Doctor grunted.

"Just listen to me!" Clara shouted.

"Fine. Gloat, then." the Time Lord said angrily, turning to face Clara once more.

Clara stomped over to the Doctor and punched him in the shoulder. Fury in her eyes and in her voice, Clara shouted, "It's yours, you idiot!"

All of the color drained from the Doctor's face. "What?" he stammered, "Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure!" Clara snapped. "You're the only person I've been with in the last seven months!"

The Time Lord stared at her for several long moments before his face fell. He spoke up, then saying dully, "You're not going to keep it, are you?"

Clara sighed dramatically before smacking the Doctor in the arm. "Of course I'm going to keep it!" the impossible girl said. "Or, is this a bad thing for you? Do you even want a kid or are you going to leave me stranded on Earth to run off somewhere?"

"I," the Doctor began. "No. I'm not."

Clara recalled the disappointed sound of his voice when they had discovered that she wasn't pregnant some months ago, and the hopeful sound of his voice when a 'next time' was mentioned. She squared her shoulders and asked, "Are we really going to do this?"

In a voice that was filled with certainty, the Doctor said, "I'm not leaving you, Clara."

Clara's eyes began to tear up. Breathlessly, she whispered, "We're having a baby."

"I suppose there are worse people to have a child with." the Doctor said.

Clara just rolled her eyes and punched the Doctor in the arm before leaning into him and wrapping her arms around him. The Doctor hesitated before placing a hand on Clara's shoulder. Clara stepped back and turned to face the Doctor. She paused before standing on tip-toes, her mouth seeking out his. The Time Lord, of course, met his companion halfway. In the background, they could hear the TARDIS playing Elvis Presley's Burning Love.