Author's Note: OMG SORRY FOR NOT UPLOADING SOONER! Basically I went 'glamping' and I didn't take my iPad so I didn't have the story so I couldn't upload! But, I think I've sorted the end of the story, Chapter Ten seems good. And sorry for the frankly awful chapter, it needed to fill some blanks. So enjoy!

Finding Nemo and Takeaway Pizza

Clara was laid on a sofa. She didn't want to awaken, she never did, and she buried her face into a cushion and cucooned herself in the fluffy blankets that were assorted over her.

Then she realised she didn't own any fluffy blankets.

Or blankets in general.

Where the hell was she?

She quickly sat up, eyes wide open and practically scanning the area.

She was in a flat, messy yet somehow organised in a way she would never understand, blue accents assorted across the room, the aura of a genius at work... She was at the Doctor's. The jammy dodgers should have been a giveaway, as should fish fingers and custard packets laid on the table.

"Doctor?" She cried, looking around frantically.

She bounced up out from the sofa, expecting him. But what if he wasn't here? Someone could have brought her here as a trap! She quickly lunged for the nearest weapon she could grab hold of, which was a screwdriver.

"Eh, it'll do." She whispered.

After a few seconds, he burst into the room, hair messed up, eyes wide open and wearing a dressing gown.

"What?" He shouted, more frantic than Clara.

She couldn't help but laugh.

She dropped the screwdriver onto the table and walked up to the Doctor, grinning madly, mainly at the fact she didn't need to use a screwdriver as a weapon.

"Oh Chin, I just wanted to know where you were." She said, giving him a hug.

She had the feeling she wanted to forget what happened yesterday. They didn't need a relationship, they were good enough friends. She just hoped the Doctor felt the same.

The way the Doctor looked at her, it was the way they always did, as friends. She didn't know if she could deal with another relationship, especially not with her best friend.

She grabbed onto him, clinging almost, breathing into his shoulder.

"Clara, what's wrong." He said, not asking her a question, knowing something was wrong and not changing the tone of voice, whilst trying to lift Clara's head up.

"I don't know. What happened yesterday?" She nearly cried.

"We had a coffee, you came back here, we watched Nemo and had takeaway pizza, and you went straight to sleep. That's all." He said, and she snuggled into him.

"You know yesterday, how we..." Clara drifted off, hoping the Doctor would catch her drift.

"Yeah..." He mumbled, feeling sheepish.

"What should we do?" She asked

"Well, we can either forget that it happened," The Doctor said, making Clara think. Maybe it would be a good idea since they were such good friends, but she really loved him. She wanted to love him, "Or make a go of it."

He had turned bright red, which is all he ever really seemed to do, and was staring at the floor as though it was a television.

"I guess that's an option." She said, looking at him, trying to lift his head up now.

And, instead of replying, he just leant down and kissed her. Not like in the coffee shop, but really kissing her. She held onto his neck, and pressing her lips against his. He had his hands around her face, and eventually let go.

Clara was flustered. She flipped her hair back and started laughing, holding the Doctor and laughing some more, just because.

"Why are you laughing?" The Doctor asked confusedly, again.

Which inevitably made her laugh even more, and she nearly crashed on the floor of laughter.

"You've got bow-ties on your dressing gown!" She giggled, making the Doctor smile.

"Yes I have!" He said proudly, puffing his chest out as if that makes them more noticable, "And you have to put up with them now!" He said, kissing her forehead lightly.

She groaned.

"Why on earth are you my best friend, Doctor?"

"Why not?" He said, making Clara contemplate as he left the room.

Why is the Doctor her best friend when clearly they could be so much more?

She quickly dressed, she had been wearing a baggy t-shirt, and grabbed her phone on her way out.

There was only one person she could talk to in this situation, and she hoped he would listen to her.

She dialled the number quickly and prayed as it rang.

"Hello, Captain Jack Harkness speaking?"