AN: Thank you so much for all of you who have followed and faved this story, I appreciate it so much. Thank you also for the lovely reviews, they've really kept me writing. I'd love to hear any predictions. What do you guys think might happen later in the story? This chapter is still a little on the shorter side but I promise it'll get longer. It's taken a little longer to upload this chapter than I would've liked but I was away on holiday for all of December without my laptop so please accept my apology. I hope everyone had a lovely Christmas and New Year! Enjoy...
Betrayal
"Doctor?", Clara was confused to see the Doctor already up and working on the Tardis once again. She had only just woken up herself from all the tinkering sounds coming from the console room. "Ahh good morning Clara. Did you sleep well?", he asked her nonchalantly, not even looking at her. "Yeah, fine thanks" she replied briskly. "Doctor what are you doing?" she continued, a little bothered that he wasn't paying much attention to her. "I've almost finished." "That didn't answer my question at all", she mumbled. "There! Hurrah! Now all I've got to do is pull that lever and she's calibrated!" The Doctor flapped enthusiastically.
Clara leaped to stand in front of the lever he pointed at. "Woahhh, stop! Stay still, and talk. What are you doing?" she demanded, holding up her arms in front of the Doctor to block his path. "I told you last night.", the Doctor sighed, somewhat irritated. Realising what he meant, Clara fumed. "And I said no!" she yelled. "Look, I've done it now. This is my Tardis, my ship, my rules," he exclaimed, with a little less conviction than he would have liked. Clara was deeply hurt by this; she, of course, understood his reasons for wanting to protect her after everything they went through, but, after everything they went through, she would have thought he respected her more than to act on something she had professedly disagreed with, behind her back.
"How could you?" she spoke, her voice nothing more than a whisper, yet still retaining the same rage of her yell. She felt suddenly overwhelmed with emotions, feeling everything from anger to heartbreak until it all disappeared and just left her feeling empty. She had never argued with the Doctor before, not properly. Not like this. If ever they did, it was mostly about how to stop the monsters and it would end as soon as it started. To argue with him about something she felt strongly about, knowing that he knew just how much she detested the idea but went and did it anyway was the most horrid betrayal.
"Do what you want Doctor. Your Tardis, your ship, your rules," she said, staring straight into the Doctor's eyes, emotionless and icy. The Doctor suddenly felt cold, he had never seen her like that; her eyes so chillingly distant. He was so stumped by Clara's unexpected blankness to it all that he hadn't seen her walk off, leaving him eerily alone in silence.