I would just like to say that the reason I made The Doctor so upset about Ed Balls losing his seat is because when the results came out, my mum was upset that he didn't get his seat (although I wasn't allowed to be upset when Jenna announced that she had left).

8th May

Clara sighed as she watched the Doctor walk past the writer's room and straight off to his office. He was still in a weird mood since finding out that Ed Balls hadn't won his seat. He had told her that it was the end and that the Conservatives were bound to win. She was still trying to get over what had happened only a few hours earlier.

She yawned as she walked in and sat down. No one had said anything to her just yet but she was grateful when she saw the coffee sitting on her desk.

"I thought you might need it." Amy said.

Clara could fill her eyes fill with tears. She was definitely running on overtired. "Thank you." She took a sip of it. "It has been a very long night."

"Really?"

"A very long and surreal night."

"Why? What happened?"

The Doctor came in and stood in the middle of the room. He pointed over his shoulder. "Who got me the coffee?"

"I did." Amy said.

"Good. Thank you. It is needed."

"Doctor, are you alright?"

"Never better."

Clara knew that it was the exact opposite as he left. He looked lost.

"Okay what happened?" Amy asked again.

"The most surreal night ever. Have you not seen the news this morning?" Clara looked around as everyone shook their heads. She sighed. "The SNP took the whole of Scotland off Labour and just before we left Ed Balls lost his seat. He says that the Tories have won now."

River pulled a face and Clara realised that it wasn't going to be a good day for him.

Everyone was crowded around Clara's computer as one of the main hot seats was being announced. The seat went to the Tories.

"How many fucking seats is that now?"

Clara looked at her phone. "The Tories only need 7 more seats to gain the majority."

"I don't like him either but he should have won. The SN fucking P. That's who killed our chances." The Doctor said as he stormed out the room.

River patted Clara's shoulder in comfort.

"I bet he will be the first to fucking resign and then they all will." He shouted from where he was.

And he was right. It was a little before half 11 when Nigel Farage stood down, followed by Nick Clegg and then Ed Miliband.

The Doctor had calmed down slightly by that point. "Have fun writing something good."

Clara sighed. If she thought reporting the campaign was hard, writing about a defeat was going to be even harder.

Clara smiled to herself as she made her and the Doctor a coffee. He had his arms around her waist and his head resting on her back. It just confirmed to her what she was thinking last night. This was something that she wanted and something she wanted to last.

He lifted his head and rested it on her shoulder.

"You did say that you would help me over this." He started to kiss her neck.

She closed her eyes at the sensation and placed her hands over his.

"I do remember that. I will post some earplugs to my neighbours." She patted his hands. "Come on, we are at work. Anyone could walk in."

She felt him hug her tighter.

"You still hung up over old Ballsy."

"I never realised that it would affect me that much. It was definitely the end of Miliband. I am trying not to think about it. The less I think about it the better."

She could have laughed. She had swapped boys who cry over their favourite football team losing to a guy that gets upset over MP's losing their seat. There was only one good thing there was only an election every five years from now on.

The word was on the tip of her tongue. She could feel like she could say the sentence. She tried to turn in his arms to face him but his grip on her made it impossible.

"Come on." She said as he let her go a little. She turned in his arms and placed her hands on his chest. "Hey, it will get better. Think about it. The Tories blame the Lib Dems for all their problems. They won't have that this time around. You'll see. They will make every mistake under the sun and then they will be out and Labour will be in."

"Is that what you are writing about?"

"I have to write something that will uplift all the Labour supporters."

"I will look forward to reading it."

She gave him a quick peck. "Everything will be okay. Right, I don't know about you but I could do with a nap. I might just curl up in the stationary cupboard for about an hour or so."

"You could come to my office. We could try and curl up together in my chair."

"Now that is an extremely tempting offer."

The door of the kitchenette opened and Clara and the Doctor just looked at it, not attempting to jump apart from each other. Well, he did call her his girlfriend to Missy and Clara wanted this to be more than what it was at the moment.

Martha stood in the doorway and blinked a few times. She walked out before coming back in again. "I will umm, … leave you two to it." She said before doing so.

"She wouldn't go and tell everyone, would she?" Clara asked.

"No, Martha isn't like that."

"Martha, could I have a quick word?" Clara shouted as she ran down the hall to catch up with her. "Which way you going?"

"St Pauls."

"Good we can walk together."

The doors of the lift closed.

"Look about earlier." Martha said.

"We didn't want you to find out that way. I know how it must have looked and I am sorry that it was the way you found out."

"Wait so you two are a thing then?"

Clara turned to her. "Yes, we are a thing."

"I didn't have him down as your type. I would have seen you with someone more like John."

"I am probably going to have to say this to everyone but I don't care for pretty young men. I like a little age."

"So how long?"

"Let's just say that Amy's deductions were close to the mark." She said as the doors opened and they stepped out.

"So it was the Doctor who sent you flowers on Valentine's day."

"Yes, he likes to spoil me which can be a bit annoying at times." Clara turned to Martha. "Look, I would love everyone to know but I have really only just realised that whatever happens to us, we could get through it together. I … I was the one to keep it a secret. We will tell everyone but could you just keep it a secret for now."

"I wasn't going to tell anyone anyway. It is your life, you should tell them."

Clara smiled as the conversation moved on. She would have to talk to the Doctor but she was sure that they would tell them all soon. It would sort itself out. She was sure of it.