Martha could see Tim was clearly upset especially after that in-human scream outside that everyone was brushing off. She tried her best to calm him down. "Tim, relax are you sure he's gone?"
He nodded. "Yes, positive." He grabbed her hand and led her to his room. Martha sighed and opened the door and poked her head inside while Time waited beside her anxiously. After about a minute she closed the door and shrugged. "Jeremy's in there."
Tim scoffed. "But I swear he was gone."
"Well, I guess he came back." She replied. Tim had to see for himself something wasn't right.
He checked and came back out gawking in disbelief. "I don't understand." He muttered.
Martha smiled and gently squeezed his shoulder. "Probably just a bad dream. Get some sleep, okay?"
Tim knew it wasn't a dream but nodded and Martha went back to her room.
He sighed. Maybe he was wrong still he could've sworn Jeremy wasn't there just a minute ago but there was nothing he could do so he crawled back into bed.
Laying there he could see Jeremy staring at him funny and sniffing the air prompting Tim to bury under the covers slightly unnerved. "Something's wrong this isn't Jeremy." He thought grimly.
The next morning Clara was carrying her usual basket of dirty laundry; she walked past the Doctor's classroom and paused to glance at him.
She smiled. Clara loved seeing him in his teacher's robe; he looked so handsome. Her eyes wandered over to the corner of the room she noticed Jeremy's eerie expression and it appeared he was sniffing a lot.
Clara shook her head and kept going. "Probably has a cold." She concluded.
She had just gathered the last batch of dirty laundry when she was stopped by Nurse Redfern. "Miss Oswald, could I have a word with you?"
Clara was not crazy about Joan and the feeling was mutual.
She rolled her eyes and set her basket down. Clara turned to face her grasping her hands tight behind her.
"Yes, mam?" Clara's tone was polite but cold.
"Miss Oswald, I know I'm just the nurse but I've noticed you've been spending a lot of time with Mr. Smith." She said sternly.
Clara raised her eyebrow. "What's your point?"
Nurse Redfern raised her chin in a posh manner. "I just think it's inappropriate for the help to socialize with the educators and besides when he arrived he brought that maid with him."
Clara didn't like the mild disgust in Joan's tone being used for her friend Martha.
She pressed her lips. "I would like to point out that I was asked by Head Master to assist Miss Martha and I would remind you that you're part of the help as well so shut it! Clara snapped.
Before she could respond Clara took her basket and stormed off. She didn't care what Joan had to say nor did she care if Mr. Rocastle disciplined her as long as she had John nothing else mattered.
The Doctor stood by the classroom door as the students walked out. "Just one more class." He told himself exasperated.
Jeremy walked by giving him a creepy smile. The Doctor had been studying him and something wasn't right.
He spotted Tim and motioned him over. "Yes?" Tim asked.
The Doctor leaned over and whispered. "Have you noticed anything different about Jeremy?"
Tim sighed sadly. "To be honest I don't even think that is Jeremy, anymore."
The Doctor arched his eyebrow suspiciously. "Right, we'll talk later but watch him."
Timothy nodded and walked away. The Doctor only had a few minutes and rushed to find Martha; he had to warn her. He found her in the laundry room grumbling and crept towards her.
"Blimey, I'm going to get the Doctor for this." She muttered sorting the mountain of dirty clothes.
"Yeah, well you can kill me later but we've got to talk." He said startling her.
Martha nearly jumped. "Doctor, what are you doing?" She hissed.
He gently pulled her over. "Sorry but we have a problem." The Doctor replied grimly.
At the same time Clara was in another room hanging up clean clothes when she heard the Doctor and Martha's voice. Curious, she stood by the cracked door and listen but she couldn't quite make out what was being said.
She frowned. "What's the problem?" Martha asked concerned.
He glanced around to make sure they were alone. "I'll tell you later but keep an eye on Jeremy."
She nodded. "Okay but why?"
The Doctor's eyes were dark and his expression grim. "Just be careful; right now he's vulnerable and that means he's on the hunt."
Martha's eyes widen. "Right." She replied.
The Doctor then nodded and walked away.
Clara rested her back against the wall feeling worried and scared. She didn't like the uneasiness in his tone something must be wrong.
She remembered that horrible scream that night and it still terrified her. It reminded her of terror and death whatever it was they must've been in agony.
"Is that what they were talking about? He seriously wasn't planning on going back out there tonight?"
"What is it with him and this investigating hobby; he could get kill." She muttered. She decided to talk to him tonight and maybe reason with him to stay in the school.
That night the Doctor was studying some samples of the scarecrow when there was a knock on the door.
He quickly put the samples in a drawer. "Come in?" The Doctor answered.
The Door opened and Clara slowly walked in. "Clara?" He smiled.
She looked like she was going to cry and rushed to him putting her arms around him.
"Clara what's wrong?" He asked holding her.
She glanced up at him. "Please don't go out there."
He frowned. "Sorry?"
She pulled back and sniffed. "I don't know what's going on and what you do at night is your business but it seems like every time I come in here your window is open and you're gone and I get so scared."
He smiled slightly. "I'm sorry I don't mean to scare you."
Clara looked at him and came closer. "Then don't go out there." She rested her head on his chest. "Just for tonight stay here." She said softly.
The Doctor smiled and kissed the top of her head. "Okay, I'll stay here."
She beamed. "Thank you. I'm sorry I just don't want you to get hurt."
He tilted her chin. "I'll be fine."
Clara lowered her eyes. "When I heard that scream the other night I thought it was you."
He shook his head. "No, it wasn't me. But thanks for caring about me." The Doctor said softly.
He meant to kiss just her forehead but his lips wandered to her cheek, nose and chin making Clara whimper.
Fearing he had made a mistake the Doctor pulled back embarrassed. "Sorry."
She just looked at him then pulled his lapels down pressing her lips into his while backing him up to the wall.
The kissing became more passionate and intense; her body leaning against his with her fingers running through his messy hair.
He felt her hands pulling open his shirt and gently rubbing his chest then pushing down his shirt letting it fall onto the floor.
The Doctor never had sex with someone as a human much less a half human and Clara thought she was having sex with John Smith not him.
He had to stop this; he was misleading her but her soft lips and seductive touches were making it hard and deep down nothing felt so right to him then having Clara in his arms.
Unable to stand it he relented and gently turned her around. "What are you doing?" She smirked.
"Shh." He whispered in her ear.
The Doctor unzipped her maid's dress and placed his hands inside tracing her sides. She moaned and leaned her head back.
He silenced her with a seductive kiss allowing him to use his sonic screwdriver and quickly locked and soundproofed the room.
He realized he was still feeling fabric and looked down. "Seriously, you wear a corset?" He said surprised.
Clara blushed. "Now you know why I have perfect posture."
They smiled resting there forehead gently against each other's and snickered. He tilted her chin and softly kissed her.
Clara felt his hands slowly slip her dress off. The feel of her garments being removed made her gasp as her skin was being exposed. Soon she was naked in his arms.
Normally she'd be embarrassed but not with him; he made her feel beautiful, wanted and loved.
He slowly turned her back around so she was facing him; he kissed her hand. "You're gorgeous, Clara."
He said it so lovingly she blushed. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed the middle of chest.
"I want you so much." Clara whispered.
The Doctor smiled and eased her on the bed and gently moved on top of her.
Clara frowned at his trousers. "You're still overdressed."
He grinned. "Yeah, well I thought I leave that one for you to fix."
Clara giggled and kissed his nose. "Alright but you asked for it."
"I know." The Doctor said kissing her and yelping in her mouth as she playfully undid and pushed off his trousers.
She softly gasped at the feel of his cool bare skin against hers'. "You okay?" He asked.
Clara smiled. "Yes."
"Are you sure about this?" He said.
She gently rubbed his lower lip with her thumb. "Please?" She whispered.
The Doctor kissed her forehead started pushing inside her making her moan and grasped his hair.
"Damn." She muttered in his ear.
The Doctor moved slowly inside her softly nipping and flicking his tongue on her neck and nipples making Clara arch her back moaning.
She lowered her head and hungrily kissed him; there mouths slightly open allowing there tongues to meet.
She whimpered at the tiny soft kisses trailing from her breasts down to her navel then back to her breasts sucking and kissing her pleasure points.
He was making her desperate to touch him, taste him, feel him. Clara wanted him now. She took control and turned him on his back surprising him.
Clara pinned his arms above his head and peered over him panting. "You're mine." Clara softly growled gently biting his lower lip. He raised his head and caught her lips in a tender kiss.
She smiled then used her mouth and tongue to seductively suck his neck while grinding inside him.
"Oh, you're asking for it, Clara." The Doctor moaned softly.
"I know." She whispered letting her hand travel below his waist making him arch his neck groaning encouraging her to continue.
The Doctor was in so much pleasure he couldn't take it. Finally he return back on top of her smirking and wagging his finger at her making Clara giggle. He started pushing inside her every thrust extremely slow and pleasurable.
Clara couldn't stand it he was moving inside her so slow and tender she bucked her hips and her legs wrapped around his waist pushing into him increasing the pleasure she was feeling.
He paused and glanced at her panting. "I love you."
Clara swept a few strands of sweaty hair from his forehead and smiled. "I love you, too, John."
He winced. The Doctor would give almost anything to hear her say his name. Despite the hurt inside him he kissed her and they continued having sex.
Afterwards they lay there tangled up in blankets; Clara had fallen asleep cuddled up to his chest. She looked so beautiful asleep. He realized.
The Doctor was mad at himself for making love to the girl he adored while disguised as a half human instead of being himself. He felt like a lie and like he deceived her.
Here he was the world's greatest actor able to fool everyone including her and he hated it and John Smith.
Clara gently rubbed her cheek against his chest and sighed softly. She never saw the tears in his eyes.
A/N: Okay, I know the love scene isn't good but I'm still learning and it was important to the story for extra drama later on in the chapters.
Also for the record I know nothing about 19th century fashion so I probably made a lot of mistakes and for that I'm sorry but I hope you like the chapter! Thanks! :)