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Chapter 5- Strawberry Jam & New Promises.
How could this be? Clara's husband, the man who the Doctor thought to be dead, was actually alive and fully functional. As the reawakened man threatened to break down the doors of the TARDIS, the Doctor glared at the door telling the TARDIS, in the most serious voice he could gather, to hide Clara's body as well as she could. Although Clara may be dead, the Doctor would be damned if he let the man who killed her have her body. As the Doctor tried to ponder a way to get Clara's husband away from the TARDIS, he simultaneously thought about the strawberry flavoring on Clara's lips. The idea of a temporary poison was impossible.
Impossible.
Just then, the Doctor thought about the idea of an impossible temporary poison. Clara was the impossible girl, but he had never seen a situation quite like this before. While Clara's husband was still trying to make his way inside the TARDIS, the Doctor realized what his reappearance meant. Clara was still alive and safe inside the TARDIS walls.
"Clara!" the Doctor wailed over the slams of Clara's re-born husband pounding on the outside of the TARDIS.
"What are you doing to my wife!" he shouted.
With a smirk and a wink of his eye the Doctor responded, "I promise you, it's nothing worse than what you have already done to her".
The Doctor ran through the TARDIS corridors, around several rooms and up several flights of stairs in order to find where she had been hidden. The blue box was now echoing screams from Clara's husbands futile attempts to gain access to the inside of the box that held so much more than he could even fathom. The Doctor looked lost.
"Good job, sexy." He whispered quietly as he continued to search the entirety of the TARDIS. The Doctor grew impatient as he checked all of the rooms the TARDIS could have possibly hidden Clara in safely. After checking a majority of the ship, he realized something. He had forgotten one of the safest places on the entire ship, his bedroom.
He hurriedly rushed past the TARDIS control center and practically flew up to where his room was located. As soon as he opened the door, two arms flung around him. As soon as he realized Clara was the one holding him, he picked her up in his arms and grasped onto her as tightly as he could, never wanting to let go.
"What happened?" Clara said, after the Doctor finally let her out of his arms.
"Strawberry jam, Clara. You were poisoned with strawberry jam" he stuttered, trying to understand what had happened himself.
"Who did this?" Clara questioned hesitantly, as if she knew the answer before asking anything.
"Clara, it was your husband" the Doctor frowned. "I'm sorry."
Clara shrunk onto the Doctors bed, her head in her hands, trying to figure out what had gone wrong in her relationship. The Doctor was rummaging through his thoughts, trying to think of words that could comfort her without making her feel uncomfortable.
"Clara" he whispered, almost inaudibly, as he made his way onto his bed. He carefully put his arm around her, as a reminder that no one could hurt her in the TARDIS. Clara's body immediately gave in and seemed as if it was melting closer to his. She gave into the comfort both the TARDIS and the Doctor provided and let all of her emotions go. She was not wailing or sobbing, just thinking; slowly, patiently, silently thinking about the past four years with a husband that never truly cared for her. After a while, a single tear fell down her face as she looked up at the Doctor. "Thank you" she whispered, slowly reaching out for his hand, as a sign of respect and admiration.
The Doctor quickly wondered why the loud, taunting banging on the TARDIS had stopped so suddenly. Different scenarios of Clara's husband's futile attempts to gain entrance into the TARDIS played through his head. He may have run to the kitchen to get a sharp object in order to carve a door, or pick the lock. He might have sit down figuring that they would have to come out sometime, which, of course, was not true at all. The Doctor chuckled to himself as he thought about Clara's husbands face when the blue box disappeared right in front of him, taking his wife with it.
"Doctor" Clara spoke sweetly as she grasped his hand tighter.
"Yes, Clara" the Doctor responded.
"Why did I stay with him? After all he had put me through, why didn't I leave?" she questioned, slowly looking up at him.
"You were scared. Change is scary. Especially after four years. You just have to remember that you deserve so much more than he was giving you, Clara."
The Doctor looked up at her longingly. He finally realized why he wanted the impossible girl out of harm's way so badly. She was his impossible girl. Her husband did not deserve her, she was marvelous. The Doctor scanned her face with his eyes, slowly realizing how perfect the features of her face were. His hand brushed the side of her face gently, feeling her perfect, fragile skin underneath his fingertips. As he trailed down the side of her neck, he discovered a bruise. A small, sensitive bruise that made Clara shutter as he passed his fingers over it. The Doctor held back tears as he saw her wince, knowing she was reliving the pain from her previous torture. As her eyes filled up, he quickly became more protective and softly kissed the mark made by her husband, the man who was supposed to love her. She trembled at the sensation of his tender kiss, and sensing she was becoming overwhelmed, he pulled her into a passionate hug.
Although the hug lingered, the Doctor could sense something was wrong. Clara's husband had not been heard of in a while, which would usually be a good sign, however he did not seem like the person who would walk away from his wife after attempting to bat down a door only once. He slowly backed away from the hug, attempting to leave Clara as peacefully as he could, so he could go check what was happening with her former husband. As he got half way out of the room, he felt someone pulling at his jacket. It was Clara.
"Doctor, please stay" Clara pleaded.
"Clara-I"
Before he could say anything, Clara had pulled him into a loving kiss that seemed to explain exactly how Clara was feeling in the easiest way possible. How could the Doctor possibly leave her now? He sat back down on the bed next to her and looked into her eyes. The amount of passion and wonder contained in them overwhelmed him. Before long, her face was held in his hands and he was passionately kissing her, refusing to accept the fact that she was not his. His mouth searched hers gracefully as his tongue explored the different passageways into her mouth. He suddenly forgot all about Clara's husband, the strawberry temporary poison and the past week's events in their entirety.
Getting lost in the moment, Clara pulled him on top of her. After moments of flailing, he made himself comfortable on top of her, carefully making sure she was not suffocated by his body, especially seeing as he was considerably bigger than she was. His mouth crashed into hers as he became more overcome with emotion. Carefully, he began to remove her clothing. Shirt first, followed by her undershirt and slowly followed by her pants. The Doctor was in awe of how beautiful she was.
"My turn" she teased as she pulled his shirt over his head with one swift pull and unbuttoned his pants faster than he thought humanly possible. She had done this before, he could tell. After both found themselves with nothing but their undergarments on, they took turns grazing over each other in amazement.
"I promise to never hurt you, Clara" the Doctor whispered after a long pause.
"And I promise to never let myself be hurt" she answered him, slowly smirking.
The Doctor seemed overjoyed with the idea of her never taking her husband back after all of the cruel things he had done to her. He pulled the covers of the bed over them and slowly began kissing all the way down her body. He adjusted his arms so that he would be able to unhinge her bra easily, and slowly made his way to find the clasps. He found them without a problem and steadily pulled them apart, but just as he did that the covers were pulled back from them with such force that it caused the Doctor to roll over on his side. Standing in front of them, glaring at their almost fully naked bodies, was none other than Clara's husband, who had apparently found his way inside the TARDIS.
Authors note: Sorry it took so long to put this up! I have been working on it for days, but with my work schedule & other obligations, it was hard to finish in a timely matter. Thank you for hanging in there with me, and like always, reviews are always appreciated. xx
