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Chapter 14

Clara took a deep breath as she stood in front of her room, her books and flowers in her hands. She wasn't going to miss the infirmary exactly but going back to her room still felt strange. What if Danny, whoever or whatever he was, came back? She was fairly certain all of that had been Missy's doing and she had known full well that taking those pills would have killed her. But the doctors in the infirmary had saved her life, which was odd, cause she couldn't recall an infirmary being in this building. But it was there and she owed her life to the people who worked there.

But now Clara knew that she could trust no one. Not just Missy was to be distrusted, it was everyone, living or dead. That was the reason she hadn't wanted her dad and grandma here for they might be corrupted as well. Again her life was in the Doctor's hand and no matter what, she felt safe when he was around.

She was thinking about him on her way back to her room. Was she making progress with him? He had confessed she was his favourite patient but he still didn't believe a word she said. And he had kissed her. And read to her. Obviously she meant something to him, but what the thing was Clara couldn't say.

"Will you be alright?" the nurse who had accompanied her asked.

"Yes, thank you."

Clara also still had no idea what had happened to Freddie. When the nurse was gone, Clara opened her door. To find Missy inside.

"What are you doing here? Get out of my room," Clara yelled angrily at her. She set the flowers and books down on the table and crossed her arms.

Missy rolled her eyes. "Calm down, I just want to talk."

"Oh yeah? About what? The time you tried to kill me?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Clara. When you decided to end it, I was at home. In bed. And I have a witness," she was boasting now.

Clara watched Missy as she looked around her room, touching her personal belongings here and there and strongly disliked it.

"You're not special, dear," Missy finally said, "You're just a patient in a mental institution. Never forget that."

"Then why are you trying so hard to unsettle me?" she asked with as much determination as she could muster.

Missy turned around to face Clara. "Because I don't like it when people are trying to steal things from me."

Clara took a step closer, the realisation bringing a smile to her lips. "Oh my God, you are jealous."

Missy shrugged nonchalantly. "At least I'm not the one locked in a room in a mental hospital."

"Yeah, but you should be," Clara was feeling brave. She had been suspecting Missy all along and never known what could be done against her. And here she was, presenting Clara with the ultimate weapon.

Missy snorted and walked past Clara, heading for the door.

"Mark my words, Clara. There is no happy ending waiting for you here," she said before she closed the door behind her.

Clara considered if she should tell Doctor about this encounter during their next session. He would be extremely mad and probably have a go at Missy, especially because he was trying to keep the two of them apart. But she decided against it. Clara was fairly certain that Missy would offer her even more sides to attack her from in time. Yet one thing was certain: Clara was so done playing the victim.

OOO

Clara was still up and reading although it was already 11 pm when she suddenly heard a knock on her door. She wondered who that could be and truly hoped it wasn't Missy with another attempt on her life.

"Come in," she said hesitantly and a moment later the Doctor appeared in her doorway.

"I'm not disturbing you, am I?" he asked carefully.

"Absolutely not, come on in," she put the book aside and a smile spread on her face. If Missy knew he was here again, she would freak out.

She noticed that he wasn't wearing his jacket but that he used it to cover something that he was carrying.

"Okay, now, it's not exactly fresh but I found a frozen pizza in the staff kitchen," the Doctor lifted his jacket and a tupper ware box filled with several slices of delicious looking pizza appeared, "And you're right. This isn't exactly allowed. So, don't tell anyone."

"Frozen pizza sounds perfect. As long as it's not still frozen," Clara raised an eyebrow.

"What? No. I put it in the oven, just like it said on the packing."

"I was joking, come here," Clara said happily and tapped the empty side of the bed next to her.

The Doctor didn't need another invitation. He let himself fall on the bed next to her and opened the box. The mouth-watering smell of the pizza filled Clara's nose and she carefully took the first slice.

"It's so much. I can't eat all of that. I've already had dinner," she said apologetically.

"Okay, let me help," the Doctor said and also reached into the box, taking the first bite of the pizza. "Mh, not bad."

Clara followed his example and began to moan as soon as she tasted it.

"Oh my God," she sighed, "This is the best thing I've eaten in months."

Hungrily she took another bite and found the Doctor smiling at her.

"What?" she asked, her mouth still full, "I want to see you go so long without decent food."

"Glad to make you happy," he chuckled.

"Thank you for this," Clara said earnestly, looking at him, "And for everything you've done for me."

"I wish I could do more. I'm afraid I'm failing you as a psychiatrist."

Clara had almost forgotten about it. The last times they had met he hadn't exactly behaved like her psychiatrist, but like her Doctor. An odd version of him, but more a friend than a psychiatrist.

"You're doing a good job," she said.

They ate the rest of the pizza in silence and Clara had stopped enjoying it, to be honest. All she wanted was her Doctor back, not as a good psychiatrist, but as the crazy alien friend she used to travel the stars with.

When all of the pizza was gone, the Doctor grabbed the box and put it aside. He leaned his back and head against the wall and sighed.

"I don't know what do to with you, Clara," he muttered, "I shouldn't be here at all right now and yet I can't leave."

"If you're worried that I'm going to try to kill myself again, don't. I'm fine," she tried to calm him down.

"That's not it," he turned around to look at her, "The thing is. . . I don't want to leave you."

"Why?" Clara breathed, unable to take her eyes off his.

"Forgive me," he said gently.

"For what?"

The Doctor bent down and only an instant later their lips touched again. This time Clara didn't push him away. Instead she invited him further in and opened her mouth, their tongues fighting playfully as she felt his hands gently stroking through her hair. Their kiss lasted for minutes until she needed to catch her breath.

"Clara, what are we doing here?" the Doctor asked desperately, his face still so close to hers and his hand still caught in her hair.

"I don't know," she admitted, the sadness and guilt audible in her voice. Her boyfriend had died three months ago and here she was enjoying a kiss with the man she had always considered her best friend. Clara wanted to cry.

The Doctor caught the first tear with his thumb and gently wiped it away before he kissed her again and Clara didn't know whether she wanted him to stop or go on.