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I OWN NOTHING OF DOCTOR WHO, BBC DOES. I DO NOT OWN JENNA LOUISE COLEMAN AND MATT SMITH. IF I DID, HALF OF THE WHOUFFLE FANFICS ON HERE WOULD REAL AND THE #WHOUFFLE TAG ON TUMBLR WOULD BE TWICE AS LARGE.

CHAPTER 2 PART 1 (-see note below)

I Just Wanna Know You Better Now

Matt's POV

Today had been filled a strenuous scene that we were shooting, one that involved a lot of Clara and Doctor action, though not in the way your dirty mind just thought you naughty rascal. Moffat was on set, and though I loved the guy, he could be such a control freak sometimes, and was always harder on the companions than me. That would explain why he was currently mouthing off Jenna who was standing solemnly in front of me. She looked tired, as was I, but the bags under her eyes seemed to have grown as we had started filming the last episodes or so. Was it the stress of being part of such a highly acclaimed TV show? The first year is always the hardest; the fans can either love or break you. I was lucky enough for them to love me beyond my wildest dreams. There are rumors that I'm almost as popular as David Tennant.

I saw Jenna glance at me from the corner of her eye, and a small smile appeared on my face. Moffat was still ranting about how this was it, this was "THE finale" and if this was screwed up, there goes the chances of having a successful 50th Anniversary Special. I gulp formed in my throat. I couldn't believe I only had two more episodes left in my journey as the Doctor. I straightened my bowtie, in hopes to alleviate the depth of the immutable fact.

I saw Moffat about to give the go signal for the scene to start. I saw him angrily glare at Jenna, as if a warning and I saw her square her shoulders, getting into character. The lights dimmed and the scene began.

We ran through the motions, my emotions contorting into the Doctor's, the lines flowing naturally. I loved playing the doctor, because I had such a freedom to do what I wanted to him, so it could look and feel unplanned or improvised but deep inside, I always knew I was in control.

Jenna and I, undeniably, had a chemistry perfect for Clara and the Doctor, and I think that was the best part of this season. When Kaz left, I swear a part of kind of broke down. She was one of the most perfect people to work with, and I really did cry buckets when she turned around and faced the angel. Arthur was already off set, and so I had a moment for just her and me, and we'd hugged and I was telling her that she better not change or forget me. Or forget that night was I really wanted to say. She just laughed and sniffed, telling me that I'd soon forget about her both ways, almost like she knew, a sad smile on her face, and then Arthur was on set and we were all sobbing like the world had ended.

I had missed them, true enough, a lot during my independent filming of the Christmas Special. I missed, glorious Amelia Pond telling me that "Bowties aren't cool" and Rory following after her like an obedient husband, their happiness affecting me, as we ran through the scenes. They had been such a chunk of my life, and now they were gone. I had missed them so much in those few early days. Just like they showed the Doctor had.

But then I met Clara.

Or rather the Doctor did and the chemistry, the frequency between them was so obvious, even those who didn't watch the show knew that they were witnessing something close to being called love. And did he love her, his impossible girl. Jenna was like no one I had worked before, and trust me, I had done some pretty weird things and worked with some interesting people in my business. I knew she had secrets. I could tell easily, whenever I asked about her past, a look of guarding past over her eyes, and the subject was avoided with vague answers. She was a different kind of person, and was obviously passionate about the job just as I was, and we'd bonded almost at once. Hell, it was one of the very reasons why Moffat cast her in the first place- "She worked great with Matt and can talk faster than him". I never heard the end of that one, not that I minded, a teasing Jenna can practically make my heart leap out of my chest. As I played with his character, practicing with Jenna after hours, during lunch breaks, both of us laughing and crying over the genius script the writers kept throwing at us, I realized that maybe….

…the doctor and I weren't so different at all.

….And maybe, given time and the late night calls, shared afternoons, and so much talk over various take-outs …

Just like him, I'd found my impossible girl,

…The one whose eyes I could light up easily on set like the doctor, and off set, with a remark.

Not Clara, but Jenna.

Jenna Louise- Coleman, My Impossible Girl.

And I, her loving doctor, only if she'd have me, that is. And I thought she did too, we had been growing so close, especially after filming "Journey to the Centre of the TARDIS", walking everywhere hand held in hand, she didn't seem to mind, though denied we were a couple if anyone asked, just like me. We were comfortable with each other, in ways that I had never felt with anyone before. Not with Daisy (my recent ex), not even with Kaz, with Jenna life could be a loopy roller coaster but also a serene walk through the park. We could be compatible, and even though it was risk to our friendship, this bond that we had formed, I was more than willing to take the Doctor and Clara relationship out into the real world.

But now I wasn't so sure. Or rather she wasn't so sure.

This past week or so, right after she'd slept over at my house, she seemed to be…distant. It's not like we even did anything! It was just a friendly, cuddly, lets-pretend-to-work-on-the-script-but-watch-romco ms-instead, because I knew romantic comedies made her happy; and if Jenna was happy, so was I. The evening had been brilliant, even though instead of hot chocolate and ice cream, we ate French take out (that includes soufflés J) and drank wine; though the both of us might've downed more than just a few bottles. Sure we'd been giddy with alcohol, but what kind of man would I be if I pulled one on her? We both fell asleep in each other's arms, happy and content or at least I was. I wake up the next morning, alone on the sofa, with a post-it note on my forehead, a hurried scribble:

Hey Matt,

I'm sorry but I really had to go, I'm not… feeling that well. Probably ate too many soufflés last night J

See you later,

Cl- Jenna

I didn't suspect anything then, in fact laughed at how she almost signed it "Clara." Oh My Impossible Girl, I'd thought as I got ready for the next day of shooting. I thought everything would be fine, but it obviously really wasn't. She seemed more distant from me in a long time, but only I could tell, and even then I wasn't sure at first. Jenna Louise-Coleman the master of disguise, talking to me like usual, flirting just as well, but her eyes. I've stared into those eyes long enough to know when something isn't right.

Those dark brown eyes, like melted chocolate, which I could simply drown in, were screaming at me; Silent words that made their way to her bow-like mouth, the pressure of them catching me off guard.

"Well get out then!" she yelled, her eyes watering, tears falling down her face. The crying was part of the scene, but the way her voice cracked at the word out, led me to believe that things were different. This wasn't Clara anymore; this was a part of Jenna. The part she hid, the unknown mystery, "the only puzzle worth solving".

I didn't even realize this until the scene ended, the crew packed up and left, and I was still standing here, am still standing here, after Jenna rejected me for a night out. She never said no to night outs with me.

"Maybe it has to do with Karen and Arthur?" My brain tried to soothe down my rising paranoia, Jenna did like to hog me all to herself and had only worked with Kaz and Arthur once.

"But maybe she realized that she doesn't want to be more than friends" Spit out the less nice part of me. I tried not to wince.

"Maybe she's just tired Matt; Just needs some alone time. Girls need rest you know?" I wanted to believe that so desperately. I didn't know, and I just couldn't stand this, NOT KNOWING. I wanted to storm into her dressing room and push her against the door, kissing her senseless, not letting her go ever until she told me what was wrong. I couldn't let go. Of this feeling . Of her smile. Of her, Jenna Louise Coleman, My Impossible Girl, in general.

I just couldn't let go, and I understood that now, finally forcing myself to walk out the front door.

The thing was though,

She might already have.

…

Hello Sweeties! Quick change of plans! We won't be hearing from Jenna until Chapter 4! Because I'm splitting Chapter 2 into two parts because it's pretty long, and I have a lot to cover inside it! So techinically we won't see Jenna until Chapter 3 for me because I guess this is chapter 2- PART 1. I have written about ½ of the second part of Chapter 2 and will upload it during this week, or next week. CHECK MY PROFILE TO SEE UPDATES FOR WHEN I'LL BE PUTTING IT ONLINE AND OTHER UPDATES ON MY WRITING! Thank you for sticking with me! See you in a few!

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-Margo

(sorry this was so short, it was either post at least this, or y'all would have to wait for who knows how long for me to finish the other half! My school starts next week too so ACK yeah, I'm trying my best here guys!)