Author's note: No one needs RS, its a waste of space, so shoot me. Hello, you just caught me ranting about my exams, only two more days and six more exams to go, yay much. OMG, I love this story, but I feel it coming to an end, otherwise it will never finish. So enjoy it ehile it lasts. Bye x

Jesus Christ (Superstar)

Clara felt awful. She had ditched the Doctor to meet her friend Nina, and she was missing out on their Wednesday tradition. Great friend she was.

It all started last week, when Nina texted Clara saying she was going to London on Wednesday, want to meet up? Clara didn't have the strength to decline for a man she'd barely known a month, whom she'd been slowly falling for, so agreed to meet Nina. She was in some sort of a high class bar sipping a lime and soda when she saw Nina stroll in.

Nina had not changed a bit. She was always so perfect, never doing anything wrong, with good grades and good boyfriends and always better than Clara.

"Clara!" Nina screamed, her black locks straight and done up in some sort of fancy hairdo, and she seemed to have lost the accent.

Nina threw her shopping bags on a chair and swiftly ordered a glass of white wine.

"Come on, homey, have a drink," Nina pleaded

"I work around children. No."

Clara realised quickly this was a bad mistake. Nina had no idea who she was, and Clara didn't want her to.

They started talking quite soon and it felt awkward, held back in a way. It felt as though they weren't telling each other the whole story, and that they were keeping secrets. Clara knew she wasn't going to tell Nina everything, it was just too much hastle.

They laughed about old jokes from Blackpool and reminisced, whilst Nina told Clara what happened to everyone they were at university with.

"Jenny got engaged to him? You have got to be joking me? There was no way in hell that they could be a thing. No? But he was so hot!" Clara shouted, grabbing Nina's arm and laughing.

"Yeah, I know! Crazy, right? And they didn't even invite me to the wedding, the cheek!"

Clara laughed. She could imagine Nina turning up and gatecrashing their wedding, making some grand speech about why this wedding was impossible and politically incorrect and give more good reasons that Clara could think humanly possible. But that was Nina. She was always the better one, and Clara didn't want to stay in her shadow for all of her life.

"So, Clara, how's the enigmatic Mr Pink, then? Still going strong?" Nina teased, almost flirting.

Clara froze. She didn't realise Nina still thought she was with Danny.

"Um, I, er, need to go..." Clara drifted off and grabbed her satchel. She didn't even say goodbye as she ran out of the bar.

Clara grabbed her phone and rang the Doctor. She just needed to see him. She needed to just speak to him, tell him how sorry she was that she ditched him for such a horrible girl.

"Doctor?"

"Ah yes, Miss Oswald, how was your date?" He said with a twang of annoyance, for which Clara didn't blame him.

"Awful. Please, Doctor, I need you. I really need you. Doctor, Café Coffee, please." She pleaded, and that was when she realised she was crying.

She must need the Doctor more than she thought, his funny humour, his unique dress sense, the way he looked at her as though she was the most important person to ever grace his life, it made her feel loved and wanted and cared for, and she was so grateful for it. But she just needed the Doctor to love her back, and she really wished he could prove it by putting things aside and coming to her.

"Clara?" He said down the phone, geniune concern in his voice.

She didn't reply, she couldn't.

"Jesus Christ, Clara, the things you make me do. Get to the café, I'll meet you there. Love you." He said in a hurry, then hanging up.

Love you. He said he loved her, he actually physically said the words out of his own mouth.

But maybe it was only in a friendly way. I mean, people say they love each other all the time, and they don't really mean it. She was so unsure of everything, everyone, and she just wanted some reassurance and confidence in that the Doctor could be straight and tell her everything.

Ten minutes later, Clara watched as the Doctor hurried in to 'Café Coffee', found her and practically ran to give her a hug.

"Clara, my Clara. What has happened to you?" The Doctor kissed her on the forehead and moved his chair to sit next to her.

"I met an old friend, and she brought up Danny." Clara stammered, choking on her tears and wiping her eyes.

"And who's Danny?" The Doctor asked, almost as though he was treating a child.

"He, was, my boyfriend. He broke up with me the day I met you." Clara started crying again, the memory of what he said breaking her heart.

"What did he say? Clara, what was it?" He urged her, suddenly wanting to know the cause of her worries.

She silently opened her phone and passed him it. The text from Danny.

Hey Clara, I'm breaking up with you. I found another girl, she's about your age, a tall blonde. She's more my type, whereas for you I think I was more confused than anything. You're just too short and bossy for me, a bit podgy and you could do better with someone else. I could as well. Don't keep in touch, I want to leave this alone and start a new life with Kelsey in New York. Which is where I am now. Goodbye, pig.

The Doctor was shocked. How could anyone say that to someone? It was disgusting.

Clara took her phone and resting on the Doctor's shoulder.

"Do you love me, Doctor?" She stammered, making him sit up.

"What do you mean?"

"You said you loved me, earlier, on the phone. Did you mean it?"

The Doctor wasn't sure what to say. Should he say he loved her? What if she didn't feel the same way? She probably wouldn't, she was far too good for him.

"What do you want me to say?" He asked cautiously, looking into her big brown eyes, her beautiful eyes.

She answered him with a quick kiss on his lips, making him stare at her and blush.

"Um, okay so maybe I love you. A little. Okay, a bit more." The Doctor rambled, making Clara laugh through her tears.

"You know, for such bad dress sense you are a fabulous Doctor." Clara said.

"Why?" The Doctor said, really confused.

"You've made me better." She said sincerely, resting on the Doctor in their corner seat in the café, without a care in the world.