Ugh, I'm such a sucker for Whoufleé. Have I ever said that? 'Cause I am, you know - such a sucker for this pairing. Gaaah - after finding out that there'll be a marathon of Doctor Who episodes starting this weekend on BBC, I just had to go back and watch some episodes of Doctor Who that was already On Demand. And all of those episodes included Clara and the Doctor. aslfh;fdfd
I'm totally calm. XD Enjoy!
"Do You Remember That?"
Clara Oswald and the Doctor were laid out on the grass, looking up at the starry, velvety sky when the discussion came up.
It was the Doctor who spoke first –
"Do you remember the first day we met?"
Clara shrugged, keeping her eyes fixated on the sky. "I don't know – depends on what first day you're talking about – you could be thinking about the first day you met one of my echoes, for all I know." She replied quietly. She heard the Doctor laugh lightly under his breath.
"No, silly – I'm talking about the first time we met. Not one of your copies – just…us." He said, his voice just as low. A small smile fluttered over Clara's lips and she turned her head to look at the Doctor. "Well, in that case, yes. I do remember – you were wearing those odd monk clothes."
The Doctor pouted. "The monk clothes were not odd!" He protested.
Clara rolled her eyes, rolling back to look at the stars. "Yes, they were."
There was a moment of silence between the two.
"Yeah, they were." The Doctor agreed and as Clara began laughing, he added, "But that's not the point! What else do you remember from that day?"
Clara closed her eyes – the simple truth was that she did remember the first day they met. Every single second of it. She remembered the Doctor's hair swept across his forehead, the excited expression on his face, the pattern of his knocks on the Maitland's door. She remembered how he did a childish (and funnily adorable) dance on the steps when Clara asked, "Doctor who?" She remembered (vaguely) feeling the Doctor's hand pressed against the top of her head, giving her a reassuring and caring pat.
However, instead of spilling this all, Clara simply said, "I remember how you dragged me into a ready-to-crash airplane."
Clara had to bite down on her lip to keep herself from laughing at the sound of the Doctor's pout in his voice. "That's all?" He asked, a whine tinging at his voice.
Clara resisted the urge to roll her eyes and she propped herself into a sitting position, looking back at the Doctor again. "What's with the sudden interest?" She asked curiously because really, she did want to know. "You could have asked me about it yesterday, or a week ago, or maybe even –"
"Because it's been a year since our first day." The Doctor said abruptly, deeming Clara to silence. Her jaws clicked open and for once, she was at a loss for words. Finally, Clara closed her mouth. "You…you remembered?" She asked slowly.
The Doctor lifted an eyebrow. "Well, yeah, of course I remembered." He said, folding his arms across his chest. "Why would I not?" He blinked a few times at Clara and this time, his mouth opened. "You didn't remember!"
Clara bounced to her feet. "I do so remember!" She argued, and it was true – if she could remember all of those feelings and moments on the day she first met the Doctor, it wasn't exactly easy to forget about what day it was when they actually met.
"Really?" The Doctor asked dubiously. "Because so far, the only things you seem to remember is how funny I looked in monk clothes and how I led you into a stuffy airplane!"
Clara groaned and sat back down. "Well, the only reason why I said that was because I wasn't sure where you were going to go with this!" She retorted indignantly. "If you were a bit more clear about what the point of the discussion was, I would have spilled everything!"
Her last words rang out into the air like a bell. Clara immediately snapped her mouth shut; eyes wide. Maybe it was just her, but she could have sworn that the echoes of her words were circulating around the two. The Doctor gaped at Clara. "Everything?" He asked. "What's everything?"
Clara groaned and rubbed her hands across her face. "Everything, meaning that I remember what happened – every single detail – on that day." She said quietly. "And by everything, I mean everything – I remember what the weather was like on that day and I remember how you rubbed your fingers together when I opened the door and I remember how breathless you sounded and – and – and –" She puffed out a sigh and shook her head. "So, I remember." Clara finished lamely.
Clara's rant left a little, stunned silence. The Doctor's hazel eyes were still trained on Clara's dark ones and he looked absolutely bewildered. At one point, Clara lowered her eyes to the ground, too embarrassed and shocked with her own words to think or look at anything else. In fact, you know that feeling you get when you remember something embarrassing you had done in the past? And you bury your head in a blanket and close your eyes and will your brain to make the memory go away?
Clara was feeling that right now, only that embarrassing moment was playing itself out in front of her and she knew that years from now, she would still look back at this moment and scream about how strange she sounded –
Suddenly, Clara's train of thought vaporized. It was because in this second, she felt the Doctor's lips brush against her forehead – and then lower itself to her cheeks – and then finally, to her lips.
Clara had kissed the Doctor before, of course – and the Doctor had his share of kissing Clara as well, but this felt different. More electric – warmer, somehow. That probably didn't make much sense at the moment, but all of Clara's worries simply faded into the darkness. She smiled against the Doctor's lips and bowed her head, her forehead touching his.
"My Clara," the Doctor murmured, wrapping his arms around her middle. "My Clara, my Clara, my Clara."
"My Doctor," Clara whispered, pressing herself against him. She didn't even care if the gesture seemed intimate – she was just so happy and…it was probably ridiculous that the discussion had went from angry to loving and gentle in such a short amount of time, but Clara supposed that's what's supposed to happen with the Doctor.
She supposed that's what's supposed to happen with love, whether it was the love you had for a parent or for a good friend or your significant other. It was just unpredictable.
And wonderful.
Finally, Clara and the Doctor broke apart. She smiled and nestled herself in his arms. Clara could practically hear the grin in the Doctor's voice as he whispered, "So…you remember that day?"
"Of course."
A/N - Was that too sappy? Cheesy? I'll never know unless someone tells me and gives me a few thoughts! Reviews are always nice - constructive criticism is allowed, but flames are not!
