Author's notes: Hey everyone! Well, first of all, I should say that I'm very sorry for not updating this; I know that when I published it in December I said it would be up within a week or so - I really thought it would be, but then exams and course work took over and once this is posted I probably won't be posting anything until the summer.
I also got stuck with the worst writers block…I had the ending of this fic written but I didn't have a clue as to what I should write for the beginning!

But now, all my exams are over, I have 10 weeks off and wont be return to school (Sixth form) to do my A levels until September so hopefully I'll be able to publish some more work.

Thank you for being so patient! (:

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Nightmares

Chapter two

Clara sat bolt upright, her forehead dipping with cold sweat. Her breathing was deep, her hands were trembling and she had never felt more scared. Her and the Doctor parted way no more than a week ago, yet nothing had changed. Her nightmares were getting worse - more violently traumatising than ever before…she didn't know how much more she could take. She lay back down and just stared up and the ceiling, wishing for one thing and one thing only. Her impossible man. All she wanted was to her the soothing sound of the TARDIS, to see the door fly open and to see The Doctor smiling at her and to look at her with his eyes full of wisdom and kindness.

"Where are you Doctor?" She whispered to herself as one warm tear spiralled down her cheek.

The Doctor had let her walk away in the hope of her recovering, but now Clara's biggest regret was listening to him, she could no longer comprehend why she thought the Doctor was to blame; maybe it seemed rational at the time because she had no other answers, but now, she just couldn't believe it to be true.

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The Doctor was alone in his TARDIS, pacing endlessly around the console.

"She can't be okay, she just can't be…she would've let me know if she was…but then again, wouldn't she have let me know if she wasn't okay?" He asked, talking to thin air. "Maybe she wanted to leave? Maybe that's it….no because I could just go and find her….plus here eyes were doing that…that thing when she left." He stopped pacing for a moment. "Should I go to her, make sure she's okay? Yes? No?" He paused and hunched over the control panel. "Clara…." She whispered in a pained tone.

Clara was too afraid to go back to sleep, to afraid of what she might see. So she just lay there, curled beneath the duvet. Crying. Exhaustion had taken over the nightmares had won. She no longer felt like herself. The Doctor wasn't be her side and she was alone, to any one else this would be just a normal night, but Clara didn't want normal, she wanted impossible. It was the adventure she craved, and the man she wanted to share it with.

The room around her appeared to sway and shake as she felt sleep coming once again, she tried to fight it, but it was too powerful; she knew she was about to face another nightmare. And she was terrified.

But something kept it grip on her conscience, it kept her in the real world, a soothing sound that only she could truly recognise. The sound of the TARDIS. She sat upright again, feeling an overwhelming sense of shock fill her limbs as she watched the TARDIS slowly materialise in the corner of the room until final the Doctor stepped out with his eyes full of wisdom. Clara swung herself out of bed and threw her arms around him. He hugged her back lightly.

"Doctor…..what are you doing here." She whimpered in a muffled voice as her face was buried in the Doctor's shoulder.

"I came for you, things aren't any better are they?"

"They're worse."

"Worse?" He gasped slightly Clara nodded and looked up at him. "Clara I want you to get inside the TARDIS. Now." She obeyed and dashed in there without a second thought. He followed. Nostalgia overwhelmed Clara, it had only been a few days, but she felt like the TARDIS was a kind of second home, and she missed it deeply whenever she wasn't there. She ran her finger tips against the cool metal on the console and moved around it slowly. Then the Doctor came in, he looked focused, stern…but also worried. Extremely worried.

"Doctor?" Clara began.

"Clara…There's something I'd like you to try, it's not ideal and it's certainly not a cure, but it might…help."
Clara looked at him with a nervous expression, but also with trusting eyes.

"W-what is it?"

The Doctor dashed to one of the many drawers that were scattered around the TARDIS and pulled out a small navy shaded box. He took several long strides back to her, clutching the box gently in the palms of his hands and eventually held it out towards Clara. The box felt cool against her skin, like old metal. She lifted the lid and locked her eyes on it's content - two small patches that were also a deep shade of blue. Clara didn't know what she was looking at.

"Remember those patches from the volcano….'incident'?"

Clara nodded in shame. "Well, they work in a similar way…except they don't…basically they…make you tell the truth, even if you don't think you know what the truth is."

"I'm confused."

"Long story short, I'm hoping they can help us find the 'source' of these dreams you've been having, the patches send you into a somewhat subconscious state that allows you to become aware of those thoughts that lie deep in your mind, the ones that you forget about and don't even know to be true anymore. They will allow you to speak what you truly feel, and also act how you truly feel -"
Clara drew in a sharp breath, 'act how she really feels', what could that involve?

"- The complications lie with the fact that I am not allowed to stop your actions and words."

"How come."

"These patches are dangerous thing, Clara, very manipulative, and in a way they can't quite control negative emotions, and great power is needed to be able to locate a person's most hidden truths that things will always be slightly over-dramatised, so I'm sure you can guess why it would be a bit of a death wish for me to anger you whilst you're under their influence?"

Clara could understand, she could understand very well, exaggerated anger could lead to Clara doing any kind of brutal action, even if she wouldn't do it in her normal and conscious state. She nodded - feeling almost guilty. "But I can negotiate with you, try to make you feel like stopping your actions is your choice."

"Will finding a source really help me?"

"Of course, by finding a source we can deal with whatever it is, hopefully eradicating your nightmares."

"You really don't need to go to all this trouble, Doctor."
The Doctor raised one of his eyebrows at her and then looked deeply into her warm eyes. His gaze was piercing and hypnotising - she couldn't look away. He went to speak, but then hesitated, but never broke the gaze. "What is it?" She questioned him.

"There is a long list of sacrifices that I would make for you, Clara -" He told her quickly, "- And I don't plan on reaching the end of it any time soon." That was all he had to say, two simple sentences, and the words hit her with such a loving force. She tried to say something, she tried to say thank you, but when she opened her mouth not noise was made, she just had to swallow hard, but the Doctor knew her intentions and new what she had wanted to say. He smiled at her warmly and then took the patches out of her hand. He took one of them between his fingers and held it up - it felt cool and slightly sticky against his skin.

"Ready?" He asked her supportively. Clara nodded again - still not sure if she could speak. "Okay." He placed the patch on the side of Clara's neck and she bit her lip as for a few seconds it stung the sight of contact.

"How long until it takes effect?"

"A minute or so." The Doctor replied shortly.

"How long until it wears off around 10 minutes."

"Will it hurt?"
"No."

"I'm nervous, I don't know why but I am…I mean, not being fully in control of myself…." She trailed off as the Doctor took her hand and held it securely in his own. No words were needed as comfort, just being next to each other was soothing enough - But Clara's heart was still racing.

"Do you feel any different Clara?" The Doctor asked eventually.

"I feel…weak…physically weak."

"Okay, I'm going to ask you a simple question -" He paused and looked at her with a small sense of sympathy. "- Tell me your name."

"Clara Oswald.""

"No signs of memory loss -" The Doctor muttered to himself. "Tell me, Clara, what exactly do you see during your nightmares?" He already knew the answer to this, but he wanted to know if she was holding back on anything the last time she told him the details. As Clara spoke she sounded confident, like her dreams were no longer bothering her, like nothing was. She sounded like she was simply reciting facts out of a book.

"The dream starts by me waking up from yet another nightmare, I scream when I wake you run into the room…"

"Then what, Clara?" The Doctor questioned - fully aware of what happens next.

"You lead me out of my bed and then you start to kiss me…passionately, I ask you to stop but you don't stop…tell me it's what I want, but when I finally kiss you back you scream out in sheer terror…ever time I touch you it burns your skin like acid and tortures you. I always back away but when you look back at me. You scream louder and louder and beg me to keep away from you and when you look back at me, you face is smothered with horrible pussy red sores, like acid has actually been poured over your face. Your skin melts away in a matter of seconds….and that's when I wake up…"

"Thank you for telling me…Now Clara what is it that scares you most about theses nightmares?"

"You…..I mean, your face at the end, what happens to you…when I've hurt you…"

"Is that what worries you the most?"

"I….I don't know, I mean, I could never hurt you, right?"

"No." He replied calmly. It was clear not the actual fear of hurting the Doctor that was the source, it was something deeper, something that he knew was probably obvious, yet he was still missing it.

"Is it the actual vision you see it these dreams?"

"It's absolutely terrifying, but how could that cause my nightmares if I'd never seen that vision before they started?"

Clara was right. "Why all the questions, Doctor? Can't you just ask me and I'll tell you?"

"If you knew that you knew that answer would you be asking me that?"

"Uh…. -"

"The answer is 'no', you know what causes your nightmares, you just don't that you know. Both you and I have to figure that out."
Clara dropped her head in stupidity and annoyance. She didn't know if she would be able to find out, could the patch really help her dig deep enough into her mind. But the Doctor was still hopeful. Then an idea sparked up inside his mind.

"Clara, you said that in the beginning of the dream 'I' come into your room and begin to kiss you, yes?"

"Yeah."

"And in the dream, you refuse, but I tell you it's what you want, correct?" They were standing closer now.

"Correct."

"Well, is it what you want?" Clara was silent for a moment, looking around frantically, thinking and trying desperately to find the answers. They were in her mind and she knew it, she just needed to find them. She panic frantically for a few seconds before finally saying…

"Yes." She whispered. The Doctor bit his lip. Clara spun around to face the Doctor fully and took hold of his shoulders, something was flaring in her eyes.

"Clara? What're you doing?" The Doctor mumbled, freezing underneath the unexpected contact.

"You said it yourself, Doctor, it makes me act how I truly want to, even if I wouldn't normally do so." Clara crashed he lips against the Doctor's feverishly, in a panic the Doctor threw his arms behind him and took hold of the control panel. He couldn't push her away, he would risk any kind of over dramatised anger and violence and Clara didn't take her lips away from his for a while, so he just stood there until she paused for a breath.

"Clara, think about what you're doing."

"I have, you've said it yourself, this is what I really want."

"I never said that, your minds version of me said that."

"I must still want it though, clearly." She stayed pressed up against him as she spoke.

"What about PE, huh? What about Danny Pink?"
Clara paused for a short moment - but didn't move away from the Doctor.

"I do care for Danny, but there's always been that one special man, that one impossible man that has taken me from one of the universe to the other, has shown me things I never thought possible, there has always be one man, only one man in my heart."

They will allow you to speak what you truly feel, and also act how you truly feel…

He would never admit it, but when the Doctor heard the words she'd spoken and had truly noticed the way she looked at him, something fluttered in his hearts. He did care for Clara, he truly did, but he had never conveyed the possibility of their relationship going any further than what it already was. He had always been unsure of his own desire, but now he'd realised it more than ever. But now was not the time.

"You need to wait, Clara, think about it, this may be your desire but you're not in control, please just wait."

Clara paused. "Clara, I think you're scared, scared of loosing me, scared of not…'being' with, you know that one day you will walk away and you're scared that you will do it with your desire lingered in your mind unfulfilled."

Clara froze completely, something had triggered in her mind, she did want the Doctor ad she was afraid. He was right. He was right.
"You're right." She said out loud this time. The Doctor stayed silent and so Clara spoke again.

"Do you want this, Doctor?"
He froze. What could he say? "Do you want this?"

"I do….I do." He stammered. Clara stepped backwards at that moment.

"Clara?"

"W-what just happened?" She asked, clearly confused. The patch's effect had worn off.

"Do you not remember anything?"

"No."

"You will soon." The Doctor lightly peeled the patch away from her neck. "How do you feel?"

"A bit dazed…you're sure I'll remember?"

"Positive, just give it a couple of minutes and it'll flash before you like a fond memory."
And eventually it did, images and words flashed around her mind in a plit second, but by the end she knew everything. She remembered every detail.

'Scared of loosing me…'

'Scared of not 'being' with me…'

'And you're scared that you will do it with your desire lingered in your mind unfulfilled…"

'Do you want this, Doctor?…"

"I do….I do….."
Clara was left speechless and almost breathless.
"I'm…so sorry, Doctor." She gasped - feeling embarrassed.

"What for?" He replied, finally looking at her again.

"What do you mean 'what for?' I just marched up to you and…and -"

"But it's what you wanted." He stated.

"Yes, but you don't just….I was out of line and I apologise."

"You couldn't help it, Clara, and is it really such a bad thing?"

"What?" She gasped.

"Think about it, every single fibre of your nightmares spawned from one thing, you know what that is, yet not even a minute after the source was discovered that patch on your neck gave you the courage to act on that desire, and not only did you take that first leap and become at peace with your feelings, we both discovered my own too…Clara I never thought I'd ever hear myself saying anything like this, yet here I am. I think that -"
"Doctor." Clara interrupted.

"Yes."

"Shut up and kiss me." She demanded gently. The Doctor smiled at her, almost laughing, but for once, he didn't resist, he didn't have to wait for Clara to tell him to do as he was told. He obeyed. He rested is hands delicately on top of her shoulders, bent forward slightly and lowered his lips closer and closer and closer until finally thy met hers. The Doctor kissed her. It was not as fierce as the truth-driven kiss that Clara had thrusted against him earlier, instead it was gentle and calm, but still filled with roaring passion that had been building up for so long. From the moment the contact was made, the wall of emotions and desire they had built up came crashing down in a tornado of pleasure. They let they're fingers tangle together and lock into place and never wanted to let go. But how far could they take this? How far did they want to take this?

"Clara… -" The Doctor began,

"No -" Said Clara in a whisper, "No, don't say anything." Were her final words as she kissed him again.

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Author's notes: There you go! I don't know how good this is but I still enjoyed writing it. I really hope you enjoyed reading it.

Thank you so much for all the kind words and don't forget to leave me a review!

I probably won't continue this story any further as I feel like it is at a nice ending, but there will definitely be some more Whouffaldi.
There will also be some more Hayffie, Star Wars and maybe even some Spider-man!

See you all soon! (: