Thank you for the reviews. I am so glad that you are enjoying it and I really hope I don't disappoint.

The Doctor is just his pseudonym for anyone wondering why he would be called that. It is probably a weird pseudonym but this is an AU Doctor Who fic.

Last night I changed the chapter name of chapter 3. I did that because when I make up titles, I want them to have some sort of meaning. For this story, with all the chapter titles, I want you to be able to change Me with Clara and You with John and it make some sort of sense, if you understand.

Hopefully this will become more obvious later.

Let Me Be Something To You

It had been a few months since Clara met John. In that time, the summer holidays had passed and she was at back at work. She didn't know whether it was a good thing or not. Part of her knew why she was glad that John stayed around but there was part of her that kept thinking back to what had been said about him.

She was still quite proud of herself that she had managed to get him back writing. He wouldn't allow her to read any of it though.

He kept coming and going from her flat as he pleased really. He stayed there for most of the summer but now as she was back, he would always be there when she returned.

They would just enjoy each other's company more than anything and Clara never realised how big her small flat was when it was only her knocking about in it. She did miss him the days that he didn't turn up. She would either sit planning lessons or reading her summer read while he worked on his story. She always made him go out with her for a bit when he started staring blankly at the wall.

There was one thing that she had to accept over the last few months. John was extremely attractive and she was confused about what was happening between them. John being in her flat had become a silent agreement between them. Not one that she was about to put a stop to but she just wished she knew what he thought about it all.

"You don't have to do this." Clara said as she sat down at her dressing table.

"I want to."

She looked at his reflection in the mirror. "Sorry, it was just a bit of a surprise. I just expect to being going out for dinner tonight."

"I just ..." He started.

"It is a really kind gesture. It's been a long day that's all." She smiled to try and reassure him.

John asked her about her day once they had sat down and ordered. Clara told him about how her students never seem to listen to her, how there is always one that tries to make her life difficult and how she wished that some of her year 11s would realise how important this year is for them instead of just mucking about.

She looked up at him to see him taking in every single word she was saying. He seemed extremely uncomfortable and she wondered if it would be okay to ask if they could be moved. They weren't in the centre of the restaurant but the tables were quite close together.

It was something that she had noticed when they had been out. He would always be wary of crowds and would become uncomfortable very quickly. Sometimes Clara would just move them away from it. She found that if they went to a park, they were usually okay.

She actually sighed as their drinks were placed in front of them. The moment he took a big gulp of his drink, she knew that he would try to get drunk. She didn't mind him being drunk because he became more open and affectionate that way. It was just became one of his many ways to distract himself from the world. She had hoped that writing would become his main distraction.

"What are we doing?" Clara asked.

"We are having dinner."

She laughed. "No, I mean what are we doing? Like what is happening between us. Are you attracted to me or are you just doing it for the company?"

John dropped eye contact with her.

"I don't mind either way but I want to know if we are just friends hanging out or whether there is a possibility that this could be something so much more."

"I don't know."

She licked her lips before opening her mouth. The waiter came and placed the plates of food in front of them. She thanked him before turning back to the conversation.

"Throwing any concerns out of the window. Yes, I am attracted to you but if you just want to be friends then just tell me. I don't want to be thinking that things are moving in one direction when they are heading in a different one. Let me be something to you, even if it just a friend."

"I'm ..." He cleared his throat. "I'm still not over my last one."

"We don't have to rush into anything. If it happens then it happens." She said as she began to eat.

"I don't understand."

"Don't understand what?"

"Why are you helping me? You let me into your home when you didn't even know my name. You have helped me get my career back on track even if I think it is 20 odd years too late. My life is a mess and it is a mess for a reason."

"Because I care."

"You shouldn't."

"You know messes eventually sort themselves out." Clara said. "My life was a mess when my mum died."

"My mess is too big to sort out."

"But this thing that we have got going on does need two people. You keep coming back to me. I don't know whether you are writing because of me but you are writing again after 20 odd years. You have an inspiration."

"You." John stated, looking up at her.

She knew that he was broken. She knew that something had happened to him to make him the way he was. The look he was giving her right now made her want to take his hand into hers but she knew that he would only pull away from her.

"Maybe I shouldn't have said anything."

"Or maybe it needed saying." He muttered. "Clara … I will just let you down as I have let so many other people down."

"Then we will just see how it goes. I don't mind being your friend. Really I don't."

She knew that the conversation was over when he started eating. She would notice that there would be a few days where he would forget to eat. She didn't know whether he was just too engrossed in what he was doing that hunger took a back seat or he was doing it for another reason. She kept thinking that he was trying to destroy himself but kept batting the thought away.

Clara carried on eating the rest of her meal, wondering what they could talk about next.