Hey! This chapter is shorter than the last one, and also very fluffy if I do say so myself! Oh and also, I'm in the process of trying to find a new name for this story, because the current title isn't my favorite, I think it could be better. If you have any suggestions please PM me! Enjoy chapter 4!

Chapter 4

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As soon as I stepped inside of the TARDIS I stumbled over to sit in the now familiar metal chair. I hadn't had a chance to properly sit down all day! The Doctor didn't seem tired at all though, which admittedly was a bit aggravating.

I watched him run around the control panel, flipping switches, and pulling levers as he went. "So where are we off to now Mr. Matchmaker?" I chuckled, thinking about the day's events. It had been chock full of strangeness, but the underlying love stories were quite a bit of fun.

"I wouldn't say matchmaker" the Doctor shrugged "the Professor and Emma were already destined to be together, and same with the monster-things."

"Well, I still think you're a matchmaker" I decided "do you think you could hook me up with someone?"

The Doctor spun around to face me with a disapproving look on his face "you aren't getting matched with anyone!" He told me firmly.

"Why not?" I teased "it's not like you have control over me!"

"Well because" he paused to think, getting all flustered in the process.

"We live in a snog box! What would be the matter with a little snogging?"

"Clara!" The Doctor stomped his foot down, and crossed his arms across his chest "the TARDIS is not a snog box!"

"I'm sure it has been at some point" I ran my finger along the control panel "you can't deny that!"

The Doctor turned away from me as if he didn't want me to see his face. I took that as an invitation to walk around in front of him. It looked like he was remembering something he didn't want to remember.

"Did I say something?" I asked feeling bad now "I didn't mean it, I was just joking!"

"No, it's not your fault" the Doctor sighed "I was just thinking about something" he looked up "but that was the past and this is now! So where do you want to go? Your choice! Anywhere, anywhen!"

I sat back down in the silver chair, and thought over my choices. Unfortunately while I was thinking I let a large yawn escape my mouth. Emphasise on unfortunately.

"Oh I'm sorry!" The Doctor exclaimed "you must be exhausted! I didn't even ask! Do you want to go to bed? We can wait until tomorrow to go anywhere!"

"Doctor, I'm fine!" I threw my hands up in the air "it was just a yawn! It wasn't the end of the world!"

"It has been quite a busy day though, I think it really would be better if you at least took a nap!"

"Why don't you have to take a nap?" I pouted slightly.

"Clara, I'm a timelord, I don't require as much sleep as humans do!"

"You never sleep though!" I suddenly realized "like never! I don't think I've ever heard you say you were going to bed, or going to take a nap!" I frowned, it was true, when did he sleep?

"I well I" the Doctor stuttered "I may not have taken a proper nap in a while..."

"Well now's your chance to!" I declared, putting my hands on my hips "Come!" I summoned as seriously as I could.

"I'm not tired though!" The Doctor whined like a child. I rolled my eyes, and grabbed him by the arm.

"You're going to bed if you like it or not!"

"Pushy much?"

"Everyone needs sleep! Even you!"

"Are you worried about me?" The Doctor asked giving me a sly grin.

"Yes I am!" I admitted "I can't have you getting ill on me!"

"I'm a timelord-"

"I'm not taking that excuse!" I snapped as I pulled open the door to the room directly across from mine, the Doctor's room.

I had been in the room once before, to get clothes after a shower, I hadn't really looked around very carefully. It was average sized, nothing extravagant, there was a queen sized bed that looked like it hadn't been touched in days. There was a also a dresser (the one I had gone through), and a tv hanging on the wall. It wasn't much, but it gave off a relaxing aura.

The Doctor was grumbling behind me, going on about why he didn't need to sleep, it was all nonsense though. I took it as my responsibility to pull open the Doctor's bed, and motioned him to lay down.

"You can't just stand here and watch me sleep" he insisted.

"And why is that?"

"Because, because that's weird!" He shook his head. "And I most definitely not sleeping in these" he motioned to his outfit, bow tie and all.

"Change then" I was not letting him slip out of there.

He groaned and stumbled over to his dresser, lazily pulling open his drawers, digging through them to find what he was looking for. Once he had found what he wanted, he walked past me, entering his en suite, and shutting the door behind him.

I laughed to myself and sat down on the edge of the Doctor's bed, waiting for him to come back out of his bathroom. When he came back out he was wearing a loose grey t-shirt, and flannel pajama pants. He still had a look on his face that said "I don't want to go to bed!"

"Here how about I turn on the tv, and you can watch that for a while, then you can go to sleep when you're ready." I picked up a tv remote that was lying on top of the dresser and pressed the power button.

"I guess I'll be watching tv forever then" he shrugged.

"Oh come on!" I moaned "I'm going to leave you here, and you better at least try to sleep!"

The Doctor shrugged again and sat down on his bed "goodnight" he said.

"Goodnight."

Two hours later I shot up in my bed. I had been asleep. Now I was awake. I looked around, not really sure why I had woken. Then I heard it. It was a faint sound coming from beyond my closed-door.

I stood up and slowly opened my door, then realizing that the sound was coming from behind the Doctor's door. It sounded like whimpering of sorts. I pressed my ear up to his door trying to make out what was going on, but I honestly had no clue.

"Doctor?" I called softly "are you ok?" When I received no response, I slowly pushed open the door. I found the Doctor lying in bed, curled up, with all of his blankets thrown aside. As I approached the bed, I realized he was asleep.

I jumped back when he suddenly rolled over so he was facing me. Was he having a nightmare? I didn't want to wake him, but he didn't seem very happy, even if he was asleep. I looked at the large section of space remaining on the bed, and suddenly I had an urge to climb right in and lay with him in that huge bed. Maybe that wasn't that bad of idea... I shook my head, no way I couldn't just do that!

But as I heard the Doctor whimper in his sleep once again, I knew what had to be done. I slowly crawled onto the bed, and laid down next to the Doctor so that my back was to him. In a matter of seconds I felt him subconsciously sling his arm over me. I closed my eyes, and felt myself drift back to sleep.

I opened my eyes and looked around, there was something wrong, I could just feel it. I began to sit up, but then realized there was something holding me down. I looked downwards, and almost screamed aloud when I saw Clara.

She was asleep, that was for sure, her arms were wrapped around my stomach, and her breathing was slow, and peaceful. How did she get there? I thought back to before I fell asleep, Clara had left. She left, how did she get in my bed?

I tried to think of a reasonable explanation why my companion was sleeping in my bed at the moment, but it turns out I was bad at that. Had I been drinking before I went to sleep? That could explain some things, but not things I wanted.

I looked down quickly, letting out a little sigh when I realized that both of us were fully dressed. I knew I wouldn't never let anything like that happen.

I wanted, to get out of bed, but I also didn't want to wake Clara, so I carefully laid back down, feeling Clara rustle beside me.

She was waking up, I could sense it. So I casually closed my eyes, and pretended I was asleep.

"I know you're awake" I flinched at the sound of Clara's soft voice.

I fluttered my eyes open and smiled "alright you got me there." Clara stretched her arms out above her and yawned.

"So what were you dreaming about?"

"What?"

"You were having a nightmare I suppose" Clara continued "you were whimpering in your sleep. That's why I'm here by the way, in case you were wondering."

"I-" I paused to remember what I had been dreaming about. I hadn't had a chance to because I was too busy wondering about Clara.

"No point in not telling me" she pointed out.

"I've been having them a lot lately actually" I confessed.

"Is that why you haven't been sleeping?"

"Yes."

"So are you going to tell me what they're about or not?"

"Well they all have one thing in common" I looked down at the mattress I was lying on.

"And that would be?"

"There was a war" I muttered "a very scary war."

"Oh" Clara blinked "that does sound scary."

"That's not the scary part" I sighed "the scary part is that you're always there. Standing right in the middle of the battlefield."

Clara shuffled beside me "You're too adorable" she sighed "I'm not going anywhere".

I smiled at her comment, but was a bit startled when she crawled over so that her face was hovering over mine, her long hair tickling my cheeks. She leaned over and smiled as she pressed her lips to mine.

Clara Oswald the impossible girl kissed me. And I loved it.