Thank you for the reviews.

Sorry this is a little later in the day. It has been mad at work and I almost forgot about it.

Plus I have also have broken my phone so I am a bit annoyed with myself at the moment.

Anyway there is all my drama, how about some more drama for this story.

Letting You Repay Me

John couldn't lie to himself any longer. Telling Clara about his past had been a big weight lifted off of him and he felt so much better for doing it. Everything just started to fall into place. He didn't want to but he had also started going back to his therapist. She didn't hide her surprise that he had decided to come back.

For once in his life, he thought he could leave it all behind. He could finally move on. He could be the man that he was once more.

And it was all thanks to Clara Oswald.

"John?"

He smiled as she walked up to him. "I thought as it was a lovely day, that we could walk back. I know you walked in this morning because your bike is at the garage."

"It was a lovely thought and a good idea. Here carry this for me." She said as she handed over a tote bag.

He took it off her and swung it over his shoulder as they started walking off. This had been a quick decision by him, mainly because he wanted to see her sooner. Plus he also wanted to try and do something to show his appreciation of everything that she had done for him. This was only the first thing.

"I have a surprise for you."

"Oh, what is it?"

He chuckled next to her. "Well it wouldn't be a surprise if I told you now, would it?"

"You seem really happy today."

"Well I am having a good day."

"Good because I have had a good day as well."

He turned to her and smiled. "Well, I don't think I will relapse again with you by my side." He said before his mind could think about what he was saying.

It wasn't that it wasn't true but after saying it, he wondered if it was too soon to say something like that.

Clara smiled at him. "I hope I am helping."

"We better get back. It is getting dark. How about when we get back, you go and get dressed in that new dress you brought?" He took a side glance at her. "That is all your getting at the moment."

If there was an eighth wonder of the world, John was pretty sure it would be Clara Oswald. He watched her as she carefully put her hair up into a bun before starting with her make-up.

She was an extraordinary person and he should be extremely grateful to have her by his side. He knew that she should probably stay in and do marking but he wanted to make her feel special. He wanted to show her what she meant to him. 'Let me help you' she would say. This was him showing her that she had helped him.

"Where are we going?" She asked when she had finished.

"You'll see." He said as he headed towards the door, hearing her footsteps close behind.

"John, I stick out like a sore thumb."

"No you don't."

"I am a school teacher. Not many school teachers go to the Shard. I don't feel posh enough to be here."

John laughed at her as they reached their table. He pulled out her chair for her and pushed it in as she sat down before he took his seat.

"You don't have to be posh to be here. It is open to the public. What does it matter if you are a school teacher or a successful business woman? For all they know you could be a school teacher in some boarding school full of posh little … so-and-sos."

"Well it's alright for you. Your a famous author how has probably gone to a few posh places over the years."

He just shook his head at her. "You look beautiful tonight."

"I do scrub up well for a school teacher."

"Yeah, you do."

As they stepped out into the fresh November night, Clara shivered next to John.

"Here." He said as he took off his scarf and wrapped it around her neck.

"Are you sure you don't need it?"

"No, I'm fine." He turned up the collar on his coat to keep the cold air from his neck.

"Thank you."

"Now, there is a bar down there that does some of the best cocktails I have ever had in London or I could get us a cab and we could go back to yours."

"I like the sound of cocktails." Clara said.

"You better be careful Miss Oswald. It is a school night."

"Yeah and ..." She looked up at him. "You don't believe that this is my first night out when I am working the next day."

"We met on a school night."

They started to walk towards the bar. John wanted to grab her hand or something but couldn't find the courage.

"We should do this more often. This is nice."

"It is."

"I also feel like I owe you."

"John, you don't owe me."

"I do. I would be dead if it wasn't for you. I know that you might argue that I may have not run into my ex if I wasn't at your flat but I don't drink as much as I used to. I don't have the urge to drink like I used to. I … I am trying to slowly come off the anti-depressants because I don't want to be come dependent on them again. It is all because of you Clara Oswald. You have made me the man I was again. I owe you for my life."

"But don't think that you have to do these things because of that. I enjoy your company. I enjoy you hanging around my flat. My life hasn't been the same since you entered it and for the better."

He smiled down at her before finding some courage to hold his arm out for her, keeping his hands in the pockets of his coat. She slipped her arm in his before moving closer to him.

He could do this. He could make it work with her. He could make it up to her but maybe not as she was thinking. She had said that she wasn't good with relationships. He wasn't good with relationships.

Maybe it is what worked between them. They didn't feel like they had some expectation to rise to. It was just him and Clara Oswald. And part of him hoped that it could always be that way.