So this one's actually really short, (I'm still sobbing over Matt leaving and couldn't find it in my heart to continue till today. Sorry) and I tried to do Clara, so sorry if it sucks. Thanks for reading, and I hope you like it! Also thanks to anyone and everyone who commented, liked, or even just read this sucky story. You're all lovely, and nice, and wonderful. Virtual cookies and hugs for you all. *huggles*
Clara couldn't get to sleep.
She'd been lying awake for three hours since the Doctor had sent her off to bed. Just staring at the ceiling and worrying about him.
He'd looked so sad, and utterly broken once they'd left Trenzalore. He'd tried to hide it behind a smile, yes, but he failed so miserably.
Clara wasn't quite sure why he'd been so sad. They'd beat the Great Intelligence, Clara herself was still alive, Vastra, Jenny, and Strax were alive and back at their home. River, his wife, or whoever she'd been, he didn't even know she was there as far as she knew.
But she'd obviously meant a lot to him. Judging from the fact that she knew his name, and just the way he said her name was an obvious give away.
''I'll figure out what's wrong with him in the morning. If he doesn't want to tell me, I'll force the answer out of him."
When the TARDIS hummed warningly at her, she amended by saying, "In a gentle way that won't hurt his feelings of course."
She sighed. She had her work cut out for her. She mumbled a good night to the TARDIs then, turned over on her side and fell asleep.
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Clara woke up to the horrible, blaring sound of her alarm clock.
The one she'd insisted on keeping so she wouldn't completely destroy her sleep schedule. She flung her hand out onto the bedside table and hitting the snooze button. Resolving to sleep five more minutes before having to face a devastated Doctor who's pretending to be happy. And honestly just failing miserably at it.
She curled up under the covers, but sleep wouldn't find her again. So she groaned and flung the covers off of herself, standing up and stepping into her warm, fuzzy slippers.
She would have her morning tea to wake herself up, and then face a devastated Doctor.
Clara, walked sleepily to the kitchen, about to open the door, she heard a breathy giggle, clearly a woman. Followed by a deeper voice, saying who knows what, that sounded remarkably like the Doctor.
Confused and a bit shocked, Clara threw the door open.
"Doctor, what exactly are you doing in… Here…" Her stern voice slowly faded to a small whisper at the completely unexpected scene in front of her. The Doctor, wearing nothing but boxers, had River, his apparent dead wife, who was wearing nothing but one of his button up shirts, pinned against one of the kitchen counters. They both jumped when she threw the door open, springing apart like two children caught with their hands in a cookie jar.
"Oh… Clara… You're up. You remember River?" The Doctor was the first one to break the shocked, and awkward silence that had fallen around them.
He gestured slightly awkwardly at River, as he grabbed her hand, lacing their fingers together.
River waved at her, smiling unrepentantly, clearly amused by their current circumstances.
Clara's mouth opened and closed her mouth a few times, but no words came out, completely and utterly baffled by the couple currently standing in front of her. Finally she waved her hand in dismissal. "I'm too tired for this right now. I need my tea." She finally said, grabbing the tea kettle she assumed they'd put on for themselves before they started doing things. She shuddered at the thought, pouring her tea and fixing it the way she liked it.
"Right. Well, enough of the awkward silences, we need to go get dressed and we'll explain everything when we get back. Okay Clara?" The Doctor said in a rush, ushering River out of the room before she could make some cheeky remark.
"Yeah, yeah." Clara waved them off, her head still spinning from this new, strange information. He said she was dead. But she wasn't, because she was here doing things dead people definitely can't do with their husbands. But she was. She had been some sort of ghost on Trenzalore.
'They have a lot of explaining to do.' Clara thought to herself as she sipped at her tea. 'But they'll probably be awhile though. Finishing what they started. In the kitchen. She needed to have a serious talk with them about boundaries.' She shuddered again at the thought . This was going to be a long day.
To be continued.
I hope you liked it, and didn't think my Clara was to horrible. Also my River, and my Doctor. I contemplated stopping this story after I figured out Matt was leaving (Which I am utterly devastated about! WHY MATT, WHY) But I figured writing the rest of this would help ease the horrific pain of my Doctor leaving, and destroying my OTP. (Doctor/River obvs) So yeah… Hope you liked it, and comments are always lovely! (Sorry it was so short) The morning after the Doctor and River's POV coming in a few days. Or whenever inspiration hits me. (like when I'm supposed to be doing school)
