A/N: full moon... New chapter :) I could spend hours gazing at a full moon... It's amazing :D
Enough talking xD off to a new chapter :)
Clara's eyes fluttered open very slowly to the dark room, having only thin beams of light trespassing from under the curtain near her. She felt cocooned softly in arms she knew all too well. It made her feel safe and comfortable.
Wait... What had happened before this?
She breathed a small smile.
Oh, yeah... The eclipse.
Clara turned her gaze towards the Doctor; back against the headboard and seemed he was sleeping. The companion slowly delved deeper under the quilt as she savoured that moment of pleasure... Something she rarely got from her routine on earth. Neither sleep was on her side, most of the time... Not when left alone at home with thoughts buzzing around her. So it was quite understandable that she loved to be pampered once in a while, especially after a day's long work with annoying kids.
Her pleasant thoughts soon turned to alarm.
What day was it?
Her eyes flashed wide open.
"Oh my goodness, Doctor! I'm late for work." She screamed as Clara sat up suddenly and was going to throw the quilt off her to prepare for another day at school, taken over by alarm of her lack of responsibility. The alarm clock which read 7:50 hadn't even rung to wake her up for another tortuous day at Coal Hill school.
But the Doctor, who had woken up frightened, thinking that something horrible and critical had happened to his companion, soon sighed and took Clara by the arm. "Clara." He breathed. "Calm down." But she shrilled at him instead, "Doctor, I can't calm down I'm-" Her words, were cut off. "Relax... It's Saturday." She soon stopped with those words, looking blankly at the Doctor. "You know," he continued. "One of the two days every week where that institution called school is closed for little pudding brains and humans like you. Or are you so excited about going to work that you go on weekends too?" The companion rolled her eyes. "Shut up you." She replied, and the Doctor chuckled.
Clara slumped once again on the bed, feeling tired again. "Goodness, why do I feel so tired?" The Doctor breathed a laugh. "You drank too much, that's what happened."
Clara stirred delicately as she let her hand rest on his chest, feeling his twin hearts beat in sync. "Rest for a while more." The Doctor purred in her hair. "But I've still got tests to correct." She muttered half asleep. "It's Saturday. It's your day off. Sleep for a few more minutes, Clara. Should clear your head from all that alcohol." He said as the time lord let his long fingers pass through her soft hair. "I only took a few glasses, Doctor." Clara moaned. "A few too many." He breathed, before feeling Clara pinching his arm. "Ouch." He exclaimed. "You know I heard that." She looked at him with one eye open, slightly amused.
"Hey, Doctor?" The companion said as she stirred to look at him. "Mhm?" He hummed. "Why did you stay with me all night?" She asked. The Doctor said nothing, with Clara still waiting for a reply. "Well..." The Doctor stuttered. "I guess... I didn't want you to wake up on your own thinking what had happened." Clara chuckled. "Liar." She giggled. "Oh shut up." The Doctor rolled his eyes. "Come on, admit it... You didn't want to stay alone." She continued to laugh.
The time lord started tickling her, making Clara laugh harder, trying to stay away from the Doctor. "Stop!" Clara shouted as she couldn't control her laughter. "Stop it!" "Not until you've apologised." Said the Doctor. "OK. OK!" Clara shouted through her giggles. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry for whatever reason I'm supposed to be sorry about." Yet he didn't stop. "And about yesterday's I-promise-not-to-get-drunk?" He said. "I told you I wouldn't bizurke, I just slept!" She tried her best to say through her incessant giggling. "I won't stop if you don't apologise." "Yes yes! She replied. "Just stop tickling me, it's painful!" "Say sorry." He teased. "Okay! Okay! Sorry! Just please please stop." She continued to laugh before he stopped, leaving Clara out of breath. "Was that good enough for you?" The companion breathed. The Doctor, who still had his arm delicately curled around her, pulled her towards him and placed a long kiss on his companion's head. "Of course it was." He purred with his thin lips curled in a sweet smile. "You'll pay back for tickling me." Clara said in a cheeky smile before nuzzling her nose into his chest once again. The Doctor resumed to smooth her hair, his long fingers passing through her smooth locks.
"It's been so long since I slept this good." Clara mumbled before bringing up the excuse; "Guess it was good alcohol." The Doctor arched his attack eyebrows. Clara peeped at him with one open eye. "What?" She mumbled. "Of course it was good alcohol!" The time lord replied. "I only have the finest, you know." Clara smiled and the Doctor couldn't help but relief a delicate grin, too.
To say the whole truth, even the Gallifreyan himself hadn't slept this good, too. And he was quite sure it wasn't the alcohol. His sleep would be usually riddled with nightmares from his childhood and from the Time War. He would sometimes feel he'd go mad when he'd find himself alone in the TARDIS, trying to get some sleep. The time machine would try her best to calm him in times of such distress, many times with no use. He would take any vases at hand and throw them at the wall, sending shards of glass and ceramic flying. The Doctor would shout so loud, especially at the time when he thought he had lost everyone... That he had burnt his home.
But ever since Clara came round and was able to gain her trust, whenever he woke up in the middle of the night, the Doctor would see his companion beside him, still curled along his form, sleeping like a small child dependent on his care. It was as if, even during his sleep, he would be reminded of his companion. The dreams almost faded away. And he would know, she was the girl who saved him from the Great Intelligence, who saved his home, and the girl who saves him from himself.
His Impossible Girl is a miracle.
The Doctor stayed with her for a while longer, playing with her hair, before he heard the weak yet unmistakable sound of her cute snores. He slipped away as delicately as he could from her, replacing his body with several other pillows.
The alcohol knocked her out real good. She doesn't usually sleep that deep. He thought. The Doctor smiled as he pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead, looking at the reminiscent of a peaceful smile left on her face before tiptoeing to the TARDIS which had been parked in the living room, opening and closing the creaking door with minimal sound and took off from her apartment.
A/N: till the next update; take care :)
Feedback appreciated as always (it's always a writer's motivation) :D
