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Chapter 4: Recovering and Laughs

The Doctor sat with her for days, doing anything she wanted and needed. He brought her water and soup and read her books and hugged her when she cried. He made sure that Angie and Artie didn't disturb her, sending them off to places and letting them go to sleepovers so Clara would have more privacy. About 4 days later, the kids were out, and the Doctor had made a decision. "I think you're better enough to venture downstairs."

Clara was thankful of the Doctor. It must be hell for him, staying in one place for more than a day, but he never complained. It was peaceful in the house, the kids were almost always out, and if they were in they kept to downstairs as much as possible. Then one day the Doctor made a decision. "Really? That's great! Let's try now!"

He held his hands up to stop her moving. "Hey, you might want to move that glass off your lap before you do." She giggled and placed it on the side, a grin spreading across his features as she did. "Now you're ready to go." He helped her sit up carefully, feeling the slight tremble in her arms from not using them as often.

She pushed the covers off her legs and swung them round slowly, feet now dangling above the floor. She reached for the Doctors arm and gripped it tightly, legs shaking with the sudden pressure. She stood up though, and waited a few seconds before letting out a happy squeal. "I can stand!"

He grinned and nodded, making sure that she was still holding part of him as he went behind her. "I'll hold you from behind; that way if you fall it'll be easier to catch you."

She gave a nod and took a few slow steps forward, a smile spread across her lips. She opened the door and walked out, stalling as she reached the top of the stairs.

The Doctor went in front of her, gripping her hands gently but firmly. "Look, no matter what happens, I'm always going to save you, whether that means from a Cyberman or a flight of stairs. I promise." He saw her give a hesitant nod and he grinned, positioning himself in a steady position. "First step now, slow and steady."

She leaned on the Doctor as she took her first step, legs almost crippling. She lost her balance and began to fall forward, letting out a yelp. She felt the Doctor beneath her, his arms wrapping round her waist as he tried to stop her from being the one who hit the bottom of the stairs. He managed it and let out a small groan, a hand coming up to feel the bump that was already appearing on the back of his head.

Clara tilted her head up and gasped, worried. "I am so sorry! Are you okay? Did you break anything? Do you have concussion? Are you bleeding?" She fretted, eyes scanning his face which was currently curled in discomfort.

He began to chuckle at her panicking and opened his eyes, his calm green ones staring into her troubled chocolate ones. "Hey, I'm okay. Just a bang to the head, that's all. Nothing to worry about. I heal faster than humans, remember?" He helped her up before standing himself, brushing a few stray locks of hair from her forehead. "I'm fine. I promise."

She nods and hugs him tightly before pulling back and giving him a small smile. "I think stairs should wait for a little bit." She held his arm as they slowly made their way to the kitchen, her feet hot against the cool floor.

He grinned and swung her up onto a counter, giggling as she let out a surprised yelp. He placed his hands hesitantly on her waist and smiled, laying a small kiss on her lips. "How about we make a soufflé?" What she didn't know was that he had been researching how to make soufflés for the past few days, practicing and getting flour everywhere. He'd had to make quite a few trips out to buy more ingredients.

She bopped him on the nose, smirking. "Why yes, I think we shall." She giggled and carefully slid off the counter, making her way over to the fridge. She grabbed the eggs, milk and cream before pointing out the cupboard that the Doctor needed to get flour and sugar out of.

The Doctor went along with it, deciding that she could be wowed by his amazing soufflé making abilities, getting the ingredients and placing them on the counter. He reached into a low down cupboard and got out a bowl and spoon, placing them on the counter as well.

"Been rummaging through the kitchen, have you?" She grinned, cracking eggs into a bowl and beginning to whisk them to make them fluffy. "We need 4 tablespoons of flour and 6 of sugar. Can you manage that, chin?"

He scoffed. "Can I manage it? I singlehandedly rebooted the universe! I think I can manage some flour." He rummaged through the cupboards and found the measuring spoon and measured out the correct amounts before an idea popped into his head, and he grinned. Taking a handful of flour, he crept up behind Clara and threw it in her face, immediately bursting out with laughter.

Clara was busy whisking the eggs when she suddenly got a face full of white, letting out a gasp. "Doctor!" She spun around, spying him doubled over laughing, so she grabbed the bag of flour and threw it on his head, her face exploding with giggles.

"Oi! He grabbed the bag off his head and tipped it on her, emptying the rest of the bag on her. "Ha! No more flour! I win!"

Clara grinned. "No you haven't!" She wrestled him to the floor and tipped the sugar over him, laughing so hard she had tears in her eyes. "You-ahaha-look-hahahha-hilarious!" She chuckled, standing up to clean herself up in a bathroom. She went into one downstairs, just outside the kitchen,

"Well you look like a snowman!" He called after her retreating figure, standing up and brushing himself off. "Gonna need to change my clothes. But I don't want to leave Clara. Ah! Mr Maitlands clothes! I can borrow his!" He ran upstairs and took off his clothes, finding a pair of jeans and a tightish deep blue t-shirt. He put them on, doing a strange dance to get used to the new material. "Blimey, how do people wear this?" He ran downstairs again, feet thundering on the stairs.

Clara still had a grin on her face as she pulled her dress off over her head, brushing it down before wetting a flannel and cleaning the flour off her face, eyes squeezed tightly shut as she rubbed soap over her cheeks. She dried her face and looked at her dress. "I'm going to have to get another one." She opened the door and poked her head out, seeing no one and tried to get to the stairs, falling onto the sofa halfway there. She tried to get up but her body wouldn't allow it, head spinning.

The Doctor walked past the sofa, looking for Clara, wandering back into the kitchen when he saw a movement out the corner of his eye, spying a foot dangling off the sofa. "Clara!" He rushed over to her, blushing at the lack of her clothing.

A small groan came from her lips as she held a hand to her head, trying to focus on him. "Too tired. Can't go upstairs." She curled up away from him releasing the lack of clothing. He may be her boyfriend but that didn't mean she wasn't shy.

He quickly covered her with a blanket and set her upright, cuddling her gently. "Maybe it was a bit too much activity for your first day moving." He looked for the remote and turned the tv on, turning down the volume so it was quiet. "I've got you. It's all okay."

She snuggled into him, trying to focus on what was on, but her eyes slowly closed, sleep overcoming her.

The Doctor felt her breathing level out and looked down at her, a smile on his lips. "Sweet dreams, Clara." He whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead. He yawned, feeling exhausted, and laid down on the sofa, bringing Clara with him. He held her close as his eyes shut.