The Doctor's POV

Where was she? The Doctor had been searching Marsalora for more than three hours, and he still hadn't found her. Maybe she hadn't been captured by the Chobees after all, maybe she had managed to find her way back to the TARDIS. He began retracing his steps, hoping against hope that Clara was safe. He gave a silent cry of joy when his beloved TARDIS came into view. He dashed up to it and opened the door, and his heart dropped. Clara wasn't there. Everything was as they had left it; she didn't make it back. The Doctor was devastated. He couldn't believe that what had been meant to be a special treat had turned into such a disaster. He turned around to go back out and look some more. He was determined to find his Impossible Girl. He couldn't lose her. He just couldn't. The TARDIS doors were almost closed when he heard the voice. That sweet, sing-song voice he had fallen in love with.

"Doctor? Is that you?" Clara said, venturing out from one of the rooms. He shoved the doors open again and spread his arms out for a hug. Grinning, she rushed into them. When they finally let go of each other, Clara told him all about what had happened. Well, the parts she could remember, anyway. He listened to her story intently, not wanting to miss a word. "And when I finally escaped, Shasta was there! He followed me all the way back here, and the TARDIS actually opened for me!" She said excitedly.

"That's wonderful, Clara," The Doctor told her, smiling. He loved seeing her happy. She was just so beautiful.

"I know! And I was going to change into something clean when you got here, and I didn't know if it was you or not, because I though maybe it was a Chobee, but I decided to risk it anyway, and it turned out to be you, and-" Clara suddenly cut off, looking at him. "What's wrong? You look sad," she said.

"No, I'm not sad," He assured her, "I was just really worried about you. I looked all over, and I couldn't find you, and I just kept thinking that it was my fault. I don't know what I would have done if something had happened to you, Clara. I was really upset with myself for leaving you, but I had just figured that you would get up and follow me again. I'm so sorry. I just love you too much to lose you." She stared at him. "What?" he said, not realizing he had told her that he loved her.

"You... you love me?" Clara repeated. "Really?" The Doctor blushed, understanding what he had said.

"Oh, right, yes, well, ummmm..." he stuttered. She was still watching him. "Well, you see, I- er, well... yes," he admitted. "I love you, Clara Oswald. I love you more than I love my TARDIS," he said bravely, knowing it was the truth. Clara blinked, taking a moment to absorb this information.

"More than the TARDIS? Wow. I must be pretty special, then, huh?" She joked, nervous. The Doctor nodded, stroking her cheek with his thumb.

"You really are, Clara. You really are," he mumbled, before finally kissing her. She was a bit stunned from his declaration of love, but she reacted automatically, gently kissing him back.

Clara's POV

Okay. So The Doctor loved her. That was new. Of course, she loved him, too, but she obviously hadn't been expecting him to feel the same. Deciding to go with it, Clara wrapped her arms around his neck, forgetting all of the events that had happened not fifteen minutes ago, and just let herself relax. When they broke apart, The Doctor smiled, tracing her jawline with his fingertip.

"You are gorgeous, Clara. Absolutely, thoroughly gorgeous," he told her. She blushed, not used to getting compliments.

"If you say so," she replied, still slightly shocked.

"So where to next, Souffle Girl?" The Doctor said suddenly, spinning around to the TARDIS controls. "Alchoftun, the Planet of the Candy Mountains? Foshunia, the Olamon home world? Paris, France, 2045?" Clara thought about it for a second before deciding.

"Surprise me," she replied happily. Clara didn't really care where they went, as long as they were together. The Doctor smiled. He had hoped she would say that.

"Hold on then, because the journey there might get a little bumpy," he said, and watched her grab the railing. Then he pressed a couple of buttons, flipped a switch, and they were off, tumbling and spinning through the time vortex. Shasta, who was actually still there, slid against a bar of the railing, squeaking.

"Doctor! How long will this take?" Clara shouted over the noise. He just shook his head and grabbed hold of the railing.

"Who cares how long it will take?" he yelled back. Then, as the TARDIS made a particularly loud crashing noise, "GERONIMO!"

Dooweeooooo :)

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