Title: The New Addiction
Pairings: Clara and 12th Doctor
Rating: Mature
Author: Flydye8/Heintz571 (just for clarification both of these are my screen name. Why? It is a long story. ;)
Summary: After an argument with Danny, Clara tries to decide if she should embrace another addiction, one that involves The Doctor and her fantasies of him.
A/N 1: This takes place within the context of "Dark Water" and "Death of Heaven" however this is an AU timeline. Some content of these Episodes will be referenced. This is a bit longer then my previous chapters but I don't think you will mind.
A/N 2: Thank you for following/favorite my story I hope you continue to enjoy it. Please leave a comment below, it would be appreciated by me. Thank you!
Clara knelt and placed a single rose on the gravesite in front of her, tracing the name, Danny Pink, with her index finger.
"I am sorry, that I couldn't have been better for you." She whispered.
Standing up she looked around; there were about fifty people moving, fixing and repairing the damaged graveyard. Scenes, like the one she was witnessing, were taking place all over the world after the cybermen invasion.
It had been three weeks since the Doctor called her, starting a chain of events, causing her safe world fell apart in the most dramatic way.
"Hi Doctor," Clara answered her mobile phone excited to hear his voice.
"Sorry, Clara, sorry, sorry, but I can't come and see you today."
"Why not?"
"I need to go and do a thing with UNIT." He replied hesitantly, not wanting to go much more into detail.
"Okay, hurry up, come get me then." She responded already feeling the excitement of adventure bubble within her chest.
"Not this time Clara, I need you safe."
"I'll be okay, come on and get me." She practically begged feeling hurt because he wants to leave her behind again. Hadn't she proved herself time after time to him?
"NO, Don't argue, do as you're told." He commanded hanging up, disconnecting the call.
"DOCTOR!" Clara yelled, her only response a dial tone in her ear.
She was pretty cross with him that day, but it didn't last long as worry set in, she really wanted to be by his side keeping him safe.
Walking the path toward the exit of the graveyard, she continued to remember, a few days later she got a phone call from Danny, she stopped walking, closing her eyes to fight back the tears emerging from them.
"Clara I am heading over to your flat."
"Why Danny, is something wrong?" She asked, as she quickly put her clothes back on.
"No, I have been doing a lot of thinking and I love you so much, I think we should give us another try."
Exhaling, she placed her vibrator into the drawer of her bedside table, she had to tell him the truth, "I'm sorry, so sorry but that can't happen. Things have changed."
Stopping at the corner of a busy intersection he replied, "Let me guess, you and the Doctor are together now."
"Well kind of."
"Clara, what the hell is going on with you? How can you…."
"How can I what, Danny." Silence was her only response.
"Danny?"
Shaking her head, clearing the memory, she continued walking; Danny died that day, even now she still felt guilty about it. She tried to call the Doctor to see if there was anything they could do to change the events, but unfortunately, he was indisposed, too caught up in helping UNIT.
When she was finally summed to UNIT HQ, she was able to catch up with the Doctor; together they investigated an organization called 3W, much to the Doctor's displeasure. Then all hell broke loose, the Master…Mistress, brought forth her army of Cybermen, made from the dead. Just thinking about Missy made her skin crawl; thank goodness she was gone from their lives.
Danny, being recently deceased, had not been fully converted to a cyberman, he still maintained his emotions, that day her ex- boyfriend saved the world, in the most heroic way possible, because he loved her and wanted to keep her safe, just like a soldier.
Reaching the entrance of the TARDIS, she took a deep breath and said a little prayer to all the gods she knew, today her and the Doctor were going to check out the coordinates, Missy gave them, for Gallifrey.
Opening the doors she called out, "Are you ready Doctor?"
Moving toward her he replied irritated, "I was ready ages ago, just waiting on you."
"Well come on then let's go!"
She watched as he typed in the coordinates, pulling the lever, the TARDIS started to move.
"It will take a bit to get there, so what would you like to do?"
"I think I am going to lay down for a rest, I am exhausted. Maybe you should too, you haven't slept since the Cyberman fiasco."
"I don't sleep Clara, I take catnaps, or haven't you been listening; but please, go get your rest." He sarcastically replied.
Choosing to ignore him, this time, she finished, "Let me know when we arrive."
"I will, now go." He shooed her away insistently.
Entering her room, she threw her jacket on the chair, opening the drawer that housed her pajamas she stopped; lying on top of her clothes was a small box, reaching for the card she read, "To Clara."
Sleep, temporally forgotten, she opened the box and pulled out a U-shaped device, a small remote, and a piece of paper. Placing the device back in the box she read the paper; for maximum stimulation of g-spot and clitoris. Turning the paper around, she looked for more information on the device, only to find none.
Sensing she was not alone in the room anymore, she looked up and saw the Doctor standing in the doorway, the light behind him shadowing his face, hiding whatever emotion he was feeling.
A sudden arousal caused her heart to beat rapidly in her chest, she breathed, "This is my gift?"
"Yes," he simply stated as he moved deeper into her room stopping right in front of her. She could now see his eyes and what she saw in them, took her breath away; passion and lust.
"How does it work?" She inquired his eyes and proximity to her, causing her body to quiver with desire.
Blinking, the Doctor raised his hands and gestured to the paper, irritation replacing his passion for a brief moment, "The directions are right there, Clara, I am sure you are bright enough to figure them out, you are supposed to be an English teacher."
She huffed, annoyance overruling her desire, for the moment, "There aren't any instructions, Doctor." holding out the paper to him, so he could see for himself.
Taking the paper, he scanned it, before throwing it behind him, "Figures, well then I guess I am going to have to show you."
Feeling bold she moved closer to him, standing on her tip toes she whispered, her lips millimeters from his, eyes half closed, "Please do, Doctor."
He brushed his lips against hers gently giving into the temptation she presented. Smiling, he noticed her breath catch from the brief contact between them; he caressed the apple of her cheek, his eyes becoming dark blue, leaning down he capture her lips even more firmly then before.
Even in her most stimulating fantasies, Clara never imagined his kiss could be so erotic. She would be happy to kiss him all day, indulging in the taste of him, drawing in his breath into her very soul.
Knowing he shouldn't, the Doctor deepened the kiss, entangling one hand in her hair, the other wrapping around her waist bringing her flush against his body. Feeling his desire rapidly becoming out of control, he pulled quickly away; she still was not ready.
He watched as her eyes opened with confusion, he wanted to kiss her confusion away, but didn't dare, "It is not time, Clara. You are not ready." He said cryptically.
Jerking away, like she was burned by fire, she turned away from him so he couldn't see the tears in her eyes, choking out her question, "Why, are you doing this to me Doctor?"
Bringing his hands up to hold her, he wavered, "Doing what, Clara?"
Anger bubbled inside of her, as she turned around glaring at him, tears streaming down her face, "Giving me the most amazing orgasms a women could dream of, making me addicted to you, but never giving yourself to me."
"It is hard to explain." He responded, grabbing her hand, guiding her to her bed to sit down.
"Please try Doctor, because I don't know how much more I can take. I want more and if you can't give that to me, then I need to move on." She responded hastily wiping the tears from her eyes.
His hearts clinched at the thought of her leaving him, pacing the room he gathered his thoughts, stopping he turned to explain, when suddenly a female voice interrupted, "We have reached our destination."
First, he looked at Clara, then at the door, trying to decide what to do, his hearts torn between his two loves.
Clara stood up from her bed and stepped in front of him; she really wanted to know why he didn't want to intimate with her. However, she also understood how important finding his home is, deciding to be patient she grabbed his hand, leading him out of the room.
"Don't think you are escaping this conversation, Doctor, we are just putting it off till later; Understand?"
"Yes, Boss." Smiling, he replied, thankful that his impossible girl, understood.
Reaching the control room they moved to the screen, to only see static. The Doctor tapped it a couple of times to try to get it to work, with no avail.
Looking at Clara he shrugged, "I guess the nav computer is offline, I will have to do this the old fashion way."
"The old fashion way?"
Darting his eyes toward the door he smiled, holding out his hand for her, "Taking a look outside."
Shaking her head, "No, you go ahead, I will wait here. This is your moment."
"Yes, it is my moment, but it is a moment I want to share."
Grabbing his hand they walked to the TARDIS doors, opening the doors slowly they looked-nothing-only blackness.
Clara brought her gaze to the Doctor's face and stepped back frightened, there was no sadness found on his features, just unabridged rage, the hollowness of cheeks pulsed as his jaws clenched together tightly.
Unable to take her eyes off of him, she watched as he closed the doors. He moved slowly back to the console, placing his hands on the cool metal, when something in him snapped, he pounded his TARDIS with a strength, she didn't even know he possessed.
Sparks flew in every direction; Clara clutched her head, falling to the ground, as the TARDIS screamed in her subconscious demanding that she do something. Moving quickly she grabbed his shoulders, then immediately let go, realizing it was a mistake, as his fury became focused on her.
Seizing her left arm he twisted it behind her back and shoved, falling she tried to stop her descent with her right hand, the impact causing a loud crack to be heard. Screaming in pain she grabbed her wrist. Twisting her body, her pain became momentarily forgotten, as she watched the Doctor hit his console again.
Fearing he would damage himself or the ancient ship, Clara called out with her mind to the TARDIS, 'What can I do!'
Immediately, a small compartment opened up on the console, reaching inside she withdrew a syringe, uncapping the needle, she approached the Doctor, who was now kneeling down on the floor with his head in his arms. Without hesitation, she stuck the needle into the Doctor's neck and pushed the plunger down.
His eyes fell upon hers, "Why!?" he asked before falling down on the TARDIS floor.
"Because it is what I do, I save the Doctor, even from himself." She replied to his question knowing he would not hear her response.
Clara turned him over on his back, running back to her room she grabbed her blanket and pillow from her bed, returning to the Doctor's side she placed the pillow under his head and the blanket over his body.
Once he was settled, she stood, walking to the psychic interface she gently placed her fingers within the gel like goop, taking heed of her broken wrist, hoping the Doctor didn't damage his TARDIS to badly in his rage.
Closing her eyes she tried to think of somewhere safe, to rest and recuperate somewhere familiar, somewhere where she could get some help. Smiling she knew exactly where to go.
Focusing on the friendship she has forged with Vastra, Jenny, and Strax, the ancient time machine whirled to life bringing them to their next destination.
Victorian London.