Over two thousand views... I might cry. No, I won't. Even if my mascara is waterproof. But your support- oh, it must be a blessing from above. You all get cider from Sweet Apple Acres to help celebrate. (And if you understand that reference, you are even more awesome.) Anyway, I hope all of you John fans are happy, since we are going to follow his side of the story in this chapter.
sassywriterhick: I see you enjoyed reading about the kiss. ;)
ilovejacksparrow44: Sorry, bro. But I cannot write smut. I hope you can forgive me.
I do not own Doctor Who. (And if I did, Amy and Rory would have made it to the end of season seven and would have CHOSEN to leave the Doctor. Like Martha.) All credit goes to BBC.
Her lips were soft against his. Some of her lip gloss rubbed off on his tongue. John enjoyed the synthetic cherry flavor of the adolescent lip balm as much as the kiss. Clara was more- orderlywhen she kissed. No offence to Alex, but her drool got everywhere, and it was even harder to hide all that saliva when you were in the spotlight on a stage.
When they broke apart, Clara started giggling. John gave her a confused look. Did he do something funny? Did a random thought pop into her head that caused her to go on a laughing spree? Was she simply giggling for the fun of it? He could recall some instances were he had done the same, out of happiness. But he still asked. "What's wrong?"
She looked at him with a bright smile that revealed her dimples. "Nothing," Clara giggled. "It's not everyday you fall in love."
He returned a weak grin. "Yeah. It isn't." He came in and planted another smooch on her cheek. He knew the talc powder foundation was not going to taste as good as the lip gloss, so he wiped his mouth with his sleeve when he was finished.
Blood rushed into her cheeks, rendering the coral-colored blush she had applied earlier that day useless. "Oh my goodness," she whispered and giggled again.
John abandoned all sense of logic and planted a few more smooches on her face. She kept giggling, and he absolutely loved the sound of it. She was absolutely stunning when she was this happy, even more so than normal.
"St-stop it!" It was hard to take her seriously when she was that happy. Finally, John felt two home-manicured hands touch his ginormous jaw bones and pull him away from her. Her eyes searched him intensively. "My turn," she whispered and planted a snog of her own on his forehead. It lasted much longer than his, almost as long as the lip-locked one they shared just moments earlier.
She released him. "Does this mean we are in a relationship now?"
John felt a "yes" come forth from his lips before he even thought about it, before he could even stop it. Not that he wanted to.
There was a loud banging on the door to Clara's room, which the boyfriend and girlfriend to jump. "YOU TWO BETTER NOT BE DOING ANYTHING I WOULDN'T DO!" John recognized the voice of the young lady yelling as the one with the unnaturally dyed hair who gave him a hard time when he first arrived.
"Don't worry Saris!" Clara replied. She shot John a glance. "You wouldn't be able to do anything with my man in the first place."
John had been so happy to have been able to keep the copy of Clara's story. Not only did he now have in his possession what was, in his opinion, one of the greatest things he had ever read simply because the woman he loved wrote it, but because of what he planned to do with it. She had no idea, but if it worked, John knew she was going to be ecstatic.
The first thing that John did when he entered the theater the next morning was waltz right into his boss's office with his head held high. Mr. Moffat enjoyed his actors standing tall and proud in real life and on the stage, even if they were portraying shyer characters. That was the main reason he was casted for his role at the theater, since he did not shy away when he performed his dances.
He knocked on the already open door to Moffat's office. He did not barge in because it would be rude but also since his boss seemed very engrossed in a memo he was reading.
"Oh! Smith!" Moffat set the sheet of paper on top of others that were already on his desk. "Come on in." He motioned to one of the chairs situated in front of the piece of mahogany office furniture.
"Good morning, Mr. Moffat." John sat down in one of the chairs. He immediately sank into the cushion, which in turn caused the aged leather to crunch under his body weight. Maybe he should go through with that diet he was considering... "I was wondering if I could discuss something with you."
Steven Moffat straightened up his posture. "What is it, Smith? Wage not enough?"
"Oh no sir!" he quickly exclaimed. "I wanted to talk about the last production we were going to introduce for this half of the year."
"Oh? Well, I'll be honest with you, John. You've seen how its been coming along."
"Yes. Which is why I think this will help."
"What are you proposing, John?"
He carefully removed the original copy of Clara's work from his coat. It made thing seem more theatrical, and as an actor, it was his job to make things of real life seem more than what they were. He laid the story out in front of his boss.
"Smith? What's gotten into you?"
"Well, I-I was just wondering if, you know, you wanted to-"
Moffat raised his hand so John would not make a mockery of himself while trying to explain. He flipped through a few pages. "Well, I can take it, considering the circumstances. I will have to make some minor changes to make it suitable for the musical stage, but I will consider it no less."
John felt that his chest had been relieved of pressure and given a different form of it. He got up with a newfound hope. "Thank you, sir."
"Just get to rehearsal." Moffat pulled out a red pen. "Oh John, wait! Who's this Clara?"
"She's, well, my girlfriend."
"She's got an audacious creativity, I'll give her that."
Okay, I know my author's notes are usually at the top, but I need to say something. I wanted Clara to write the Day of the Doctor, since I think Moffat just wants to see us cry after every episode. (And I know the episodes that are aired at the theater are not in order in which they were on TV and that there are a few I left out. Just so no one gets on my case...) That's all. Have a nice day.
