Two
Everything Has Changed
Authors Note: Thank you for following this story. So here we go1 So previously the Doctor has placed his human self in front of Clara and now she has the danger of falling in love with him
Clara opened the door just to see if he was still sleeping. He was murmuring in his sleep whispering in his sleep. Whispering Clara's name. She brought him water and placed it at it at his bedside. He woke up and Clara asked how he was he was doing. "Better," he replied. "thank you for bringing me water".
She said softly, "You're welcome".
For many weeks now he was like this, resting, as she continually waited as the day approached when she would see her Doctor again. She missed him, every day. She knew that he would want her to be safe, she knew him long enough to know that, don't let John be mean to her and don't let anyone know hes a Time Lord.
Clara looked at him again from the distance as he dozed off again. It was so weird looking at him knowing that he wasn't the Doctor that he was now John Smith. She opened for not long. He looked so innocent, like a twelve year old. The Doctor acted like a twelve year old and and she guessed that's how John would look and behave, once he was feeling better. She left him alone, closing the door behind her.
In the late afternoon he declared he was fully recovered and made dinner He was radiant in energy, something that Clara had always loved about the Doctor. Her Doctor. Her best friend. She smelled the intense smell of vegetables roasting. She smiled at him, he had a towel resting over his shoulder. Clara didn't know the Doctor knew how to cook and yet again, he wasn't the Doctor. He was John Smith. He was still in his pajamas and his shirt was slightly opened making Clara blush a little. John noticed her presence. "Clara-,"he said making haste movements to hide the dinner from Clara's eyes. Trying to avoid the subject John said: "How are you?".
"Are you cooking dinner?" she asked her voice highly pitched in surprise. Clara smiled that the Doctor was echoing through him. John moved over so she could have a look at the dinner. Clara asked: "Is that Ratatouille? I didn't know you could cook". She let out a surprised laugh.
"I learned how to cook on Gallifrey" he replied.
The familiar sound of Gallifrey rang in her ears. Her heart beated a little faster. She played along and asked where it was. He forgot he mentioned it. "What made you do this?".
"Why?" he said rather matter-of-factly. "You've done so much for me Clara, I don't what I could do without you",
That statement made her heart pump so hard that she could feel it ringing in her ears. She held the fob watch close to and let out a sad sigh. John looked curiously at her she said nothing.
Clara suddenly felt a grudge against the Doctor. And the act that John was wearing the Doctor's face didn't make it easier. Often memories are brought up from Gallifrey, his daughters, his four wives. He remembered a little girl called Amelia waiting in her garden for a magic blue box. How could she tell John that it was just a dream to wake up from?
Their dream, hers and John, here in the 1920's living together in the same house. She was so mad at the Doctor for letting her have this fantasy, this life with John. why didn't he give her warnings? Warnings or precautions? Could she love John? How could she cope? When the world needed the Doctor when she needed John?
John of course had feelings for her he watched her, as she wrote letters and work that needed to be done that she brought back from her own time period. John watched her as she traced the Galifreyan symbols on the fob watch. Clara told him it belonged to her mom. It was the strangest thing, her mother or father wasn't even born yet. JOhn once gave her a kiss on the forehead since it reminded her of the Doctor, her Doctor she cried a little.
She tried to remember the Doctor's last moments before he changed into John. When he cupped the side of her face, she always thought there was something there, something more than just friendship. If she could tell the Doctor how she left about him. would it ruin their friendship?
Johns room was across from her, for once she wished she had the Doctor to comfort her. She hated not knowing what he was thinking. Did he trust her enough? He just shoved John into her life and she took it without questioning it first. All she needed now was sleep.
