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: Thank you for following/favorite my story I hope you continue to enjoy it. If you have the time drop me a review I love hearing what you think.

A/N 2: Yeah I know not much smut in the last couple of chapters, but don't worry more is to come soon, Happy reading.

Clara entered parlor, collapsing on the chaise lounge, rubbing her sore wrist. Strax had no problems healing her injury and while her wrist was being taken care of, Jenny and Vastra placed the Doctor into his bed chamber. According to the Sontaran, the injection she gave him was a powerful sedative but would wear off in a few hours.

Closing her eyes she took a deep breath, only to open them when she heard "Ahem" to her left.

Tilting her head to the sound, she saw Vastra staring at her with concern, "How are you my dear?"

"I have had better days."

"What has happened since the last time we've seen you."

Sitting up she shook her head, "So much. Where would you like to begin?"

Taking a seat beside her, Vastra grabbed her hands, kindness shining in her eyes, "Why don't you just tell me how you got to be here again."

Once she was done telling Vastra what had happened, to bring them to Victorian London, she sighed, "So now you know."

"Yes, I do, and may I say you did beautifully Clara."

Shaking off the compliment, her voice wavered with emotion, "I did what I had to do." Pausing she took a cleansing breath and continued, "I was so frightened of him; I have never seen him so angry. It was like I was seeing a stranger, instead of my friend."

"Well that is to be expected."

"How so?" Clara asked as she picked at the sleeve of her sweater.

"He was given hope, and then it was taken away. For the Doctor, it must have been the biggest betrayal of his long life."

"How am I going to help him now? I am not even sure where to start."

"Do you love him?"

Taken back by the question, Clara stood and began pacing the floor, "What does that have to do with anything?"

Standing Vastra grabbed her arms stopping her movements. Tilting her head inquisitively she patiently explained, "It has everything to do with it. He has been hurt, broken in such a way that we will never understand. You, Clara Oswald, need to help him, and the only way to do that is to love him. So, I ask again, do you love him?"

Recalling all the intimate moments with him, all the smiles, all the unspoken promises, all their adventures, she knew her answer, "Yes Vastra, I do love him."

"Good, then there is hope for his recovery." Taking Clara's arm she led her to the stairway, "Why don't you go and get some rest, we will take care of the Doctor."

"No!"

"I'm sorry, I don't understand." Vastra responded in confusion.

"No, I will take care of the Doctor till he wakes up." Clara clarified as she grabbed the banister of the stairway, "Can you make sure we are not disturbed please."

"If that is your wish, so be it."

"Thank you Vastra." Clara said as she ascended the stairs.

Entering the Doctor's room, Clara sat on the bed beside him, stoking his hair she whispered, "If you can hear me, we are safe, you are not alone. I will take care of you I promise."

Taking off her boots, she moved aside the covers; snuggling up against him she wrapped her arms around his torso. Laying her head on his chest she listened to his double heartbeats, allowing the sound to lull her to sleep.

The first thing the Doctor noticed, as he started to wake,was warmth next to his side; the second was a soft breath on his neck. Opening his eyes he was slightly disorientated, trying to remember how he got into the familiar bedroom.

Glancing down, he saw Clara next to him, her arms wrapped around him, when suddenly he remembered what happened.

Sitting up quickly, waking up the sleeping women beside him, he demanded angrily "Why are you here!"

Rubbing the sleep from her eyes she stiffened because of his anger, "I am taking care of you."

"You stabbed me in the neck." He stated as he arose from the bed.

"You were destroying your TARDIS." She countered standing up as well.

Hiding his shame under a vail of anger he yelled, "Get out!"

"NO!"

Moving quickly he grabbed her injured wrist to move her to the door, when he heard her howl in pain, "Stop, please Doctor, stop!"

Letting go, he stared at her as she cradled her wrist, watching as tears welled up in her eyes, his anger diffusing immediately, with his concern, "Are you okay? What happened to your wrist?"

Walking to the window, she answered his latter question, avoiding eye contact with him, "I tried to stop you, but it didn't work and I fell to the floor breaking my wrist."

"Don't lie to me Clara Oswald."

Turning her eyes to his, she amended, "Okay, you shoved me to the floor."

Holding out his hands, he moved toward her, whispering, "Let me see."

She placed her wrist in one of his hands, pulling out his sonic screwdriver; he scanned her injury as he repeated his earlier question, "Why are you here with me?"

Trying not to focus on the tingling sensation, spreading throughout her body because of his touch, she reiterated, "I told you, I am taking care of you."

Satisfied with the readings on his screwdriver, he returned it to his pocket, and then started to massage her wrist gently, "But why?" Regret showing in his eyes because of his actions, as he continued, "I hurt you."

Bringing her hand to his cheek, she caressed it, "Yes you did, but I forgive you."

Knowing she was telling the truth he kissed her palm, and then pulled her into his embrace, "I don't deserve someone like you."

Smiling she replied, "Sorry Doctor, I am exactly what you deserve."

"Touché, Clara, touché." He smiled then looked out the window his smile fading, "How is she?"

Knowing he was referring to his TARDIS she answered, "She is in lockdown no one can get in; I don't think she liked what happened."

"Of course she didn't, she is sentient, I hurt her as well; I just hope she is as forgiving as you."

Bringing, his face to hers, she brought his lips to hers in a delicate kiss, "She will because her and I feel the same way about you."

"Really, tell me Clara; how do you and her feel about me?" he asked, hopefulness rising in his chest as he waited for her answer.

Placing both of her hands on his chest, she smiled up at him, "We both love you; you stupid old man."

"Well that is good to know." Grabbing her hand he walked them to the bed, "Now I think it is time for us to get some sleep."

Getting under the covers with him, Clara snuggled next to him once again, returning her head to his chest; trying not to feel disappointed that he didn't tell her that he loved her in return. Maybe he just needs more time she justified.

Feeling his arms, pull her tighter against him, she sighed contently, "Goodnight Doctor."

"Good Night, Clara." He responded with a kiss her forehead.

Looking out the window, he listened as his loves breathing settled into the relaxing rhythm of sleep. Her admission of her love still echoing in his mind, it wasn't till he was about to fall asleep, he realized he never told her of his love for her. Closing his eyes he promised, 'I would tell her first thing in the morning' with a soft smile on his face, he fell asleep.

In the dark of the night, the moon shining through the window, two crab shaped creatures descended, unbeknownst to the couple sleeping soundly in each other's arms, the crabs covered their faces with malice intent.