Heeey guys, here's the next chapter :) Filled with feels :o I'm so glad some of you showed an interest and liked the story, I just think the sixth Doctor needs some love :)

The first time Clara found the Doctor crying, she thought her eyes must be decieving her. Because the Doctor doesn't cry. The Doctor never cries.

But here he was now, sitting on the bank of a shimmering river on a foreign planet that he had taken Clara to. Being Clara, of course she had wandered off for a while to do her own bit of exploring, taking in the breathtaking views of the silver mountains and golden leaved trees. The Doctor had been right, this was one of the most beautiful planets there was. Almost as important and significant as himself, he'd said.

She gasped in surprise as she made her way back to the Tardis and saw the Doctor sitting on the river bank nearby. She had yet to make her precense known, the grieving Time Lord seemed to be oblivious to what was happening around him. She felt her heart breaking at the sight of him, no longer the confident, bossy man she knew, now reminding her of a frightened child.

She almost wasn't sure if she should say anything to alert him that she was there, was half afraid that he would snap at her. But she couldn't leave him like this. He was in pain, and she had to help him. Had to save him, even if it was just from himself.

She took a deep breath to steady herself, becoming aware of the wetness on her cheeks from her own tears that had spilled over. She frowned at herself, feeling ashamed for crying but unable to prevent the tears from flowing.

"Doctor?" She called cautiously, wiping away her tears quickly and approaching.

The Doctor jumped, looking startled and glanced away from her, not meeting her eyes. He stared out at the slowly trickling water, arms wrapped around his knees as if trying to hold himself together. He barely made a sound as Clara moved to sit down next to him, the tears flowing silently down his face, marred by pain and sorrow. His breath came in short, quiet gasps as he attempted to control himself.

"I..." He trailed off as Clara placed a hand on his arm comfortingly, struggling not to cry herself. She had to be strong for him. She had to let him know that whatever it was that was bothering him, she was there for him. She cared about him more than he knew, not that'd she'd openly admit to that. He'd never let her hear the end of it.

"Clara, just go, please," The Doctor croaked out, his voice cracking. "You don't have to..."

"Doctor, whatever it is, you don't have to go through it alone," Clara spoke softly, wanting desperately to embrace him but slightly worried that he would push her away. This Doctor was extremely unpredictable. "I'm not leaving you, not now, not ever."

"But they all leave," The Doctor let out a sob. "Everyone I allow myself to care for. They find something better, or they just don't want to travel with me anymore. And the one's I couldn't save..." The Doctor trailed off, unable to speak as he sobbed uncontrollably. "A-Adric. I couldn't- I- I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

Clara wrapped her arms around the Doctor's quievering frame and held him as the sobs wracked his body. She attempted to hold back the traitor tears that threatened to spill over but found she was unable to. She just couldn't bear to see her Doctor hurt.

"Why do they all leave?" He whispered through gritted teeth, shaking as he sobbed. "Why do I cause hurt and pain wherever I go? Chaos, that's all I cause. Chaos!"

"But I wouldn't have it any other way, my Rainbow Man," Clara smiled, running a hand through his soft blond curls. "Who said anything was bad about chaos, eh?"

"The Time Lord's don't fancy it much," The Doctor scoffed with a scowl, struggling to control his sobs. "And neither do I, not when it hurts people at least! Not anymore, no more..."

The Time Lord flinched as if in pain, squeezing his eyes shut with a grimace as more sobs washed over him. Clara wrapped her arms around him as best she could and laid her head on his trembling shoulder.

"I'm here for you, Doc."

"What did I tell you about calling me Doc?"

Clara laughed lightly at the Doctor's annoyed huff and let his comment slide. They sat in silence for a moment as Clara wondered fruitlessly what she could say to make him feel better. For the first time, she felt unbearably helpless, unable to ease the pain of the man she cared about more than anything.

"Clara?"

The Doctor's voice shook slightly as he broke the silence. Clara pulled back slightly to look at him, though he continued staring adamantly at the river in front of them. The Time Lord took a deep, shuddering breath.

"Do you recall that time you told me my future self referred to you as the impossible girl?"

"Quite well, yeah," Clara's voice held only a hint of aggitation, as looking back on the Doctor's rude response to her statment didn't bother her anymore, not like it had at the time.

"And I said that the only thing impossible about you was your ability to be so infuriatingly dense without having had any special training in the subject of stupidity?"

"Yes, Doctor, and I called you an obnoxious prat and stormed off to make a soufflé."

"Oh yes. It took ages to get rid of the smell of burning."

"Oi, leave my soufflé alone!" Clara grinned. She paused thougthfully, wondering about the Doctor's sudden choice of conversation. "So, impossible girl topic you brought up?"

The Doctor paused with a frown, his breathing becoming more even as his sobs began to subside.

"I... Was wrong to say that. Well, partially wrong-Ow!" He shot Clara glare as she whacked his arm playfully. "But you are impossible. You're impossible for being able to put up with me, quite frankly I don't see why you do. I'm just a broken man who breaks everything he touches," He continued before Clara could protest against his judment of himself, still not used to witnessing him being so negative about himself.

"So thank you, Clara. My impossible girl."

The Doctor pulled her closer to him, kissing her hair gently and resting his head on hers. Clara smiled and snuggled in closer, quite pleased with his sudden unexpected show of affection.

"S'nice to know I'm appreciated, Doc.. Doctor!" Clara corrected herself with a light laugh beofre the fussy Time Lord could protest at her choice of nickname. "Thank you too. And I meant what I said before."

"About what?" The Doctor sighed lightly, his arms remaining securely around Clara as if afraid that if he let her go, she would disappear. She had to admit that she was enjoying being so close to him and had no intention of leaving his embrace.

"About not leaving. Cause I'm not, you know. You're stuck with me, Time Boy."

The Doctor mumbled a swift, "Thank you," into her hair and held her tighter. Clara closed her eyes, content in the knowledge that the Doctor needed her as much as she needed him. The thought of ever leaving him filled her stomach with dread, twisting her insides with fear and sadness. She wanted to live in the present, with him.

They sat together for how long Clara didn't know, the silence may have even lulled her to sleep at one point, asleep in the arms of her Doctor. Her broken Doctor.

Standing there now in the Tardis control room, Clara watched the Doctor as he babbled on about foreign planets and cultures, trying and seemingly failing to repair part of the machine.

"Doctor, swearing at the console isn't going to help you fix it," Clara chastised with a roll of her eyes.

"Swearing? Me? Never," The Doctor replied haughtily, scrunching up his nose at her words and giving the console a firm whack of his fist.

"I may not be able to speak Gallifreyan, but I know a string of profanities when I here one."

The Doctor muttered something unintelligible under his breath which sounded to Clara a lot like "That's because you are a string of blasted profanities," to which Clara laughed lightly and let the comment slide. She was used to dealing with his attitude.

It was late, Clara could tell. There was never really any proper aspect of time while travelling in the Tardis, but Clara's natural body clock told her that sleep was due. She was reluctant to sleep yet though,enjoying watching the Doctor at work. It was fascinating the way he worked the machine, bounding around the console, his silly colourful coat billowing around him.

Clara wasn't sure how much sleep Time Lords needed, she had never even seen the Doctor sleep, come to think of it, but something about his current weary expression told her that he was in dire need of a proper rest. She studied his face carefully, able to see the sadness from earlier still present in his eyes, though he put on a cheerful charade.

"Doctor, go to sleep," She stated loudly, anticipating the narky response from the rude Time Lord.

The Doctor striaghtened up and looked at Clara with an expression of disbelief mixed with brief annoyance. Clara could swear she saw a hint of amusement in his eye aswell.

"Go to sleep? Of all the confounded arrogance! My body doesn't require as must rest as yours, you know, being superior and all that."

The Time Lord ignored Clara's indignant hum and continued briskly. "I'm a Time Lord, Clara, I don't need sleep," The Doctor scoffed, turning back to the Tardis console.

"Sorry, Your Highness, but I happen to know that even arrogant Time Lords need sleep," Clara teased with a grin, striding over to the Doctor and placing a hand on his arm softly. The Doctor sighed tiredly at her touch, closing his eyes briefly.

"I need to finish fixing the scanners," He murmured, though he spoke with an exhausted tone.

"Yeah, you do, tomorrow," Clara smiled softly, tugging on his arm slightly. She felt partly responsible for the unsensible Time Lord, knowing that if she didn't send him off to bed himself, he'd never get any sleep. "Come on, chop chop!"

The Doctor gave her a teasing glare but put his hands up briefly.

"All right, I surrender."

Clara grinned, following the Doctor down the Tardis corridors until turning off into her room. She paused at her door, peeking out at the Doctor's retreating form, making sure he didn't try to run back into the control room like a mischievious child. Satisfied that he had disappeared off to his room of sorts, she dressed for bed, welcoming the comfort of the soft quilt.

It didn't take her long to reailse that sleep would not come easy that night. She tossed and turned, even tried counting sheep, to her shame. No matter what she did, every time she closed her eyes she saw the haunting pain in the Doctor's eyes and couldn't stop thinking about the loss he had suffered, the companions he had lost. He had mentioned a name... Adric? The name was unfamiliar to Clara but she couldn't help wondering what had happened to him.

She began to feel slight fear knawing at her insides. Whenever she overthought like this, she nearly always had nightmares about her past lives due to her brain going into overdrive. Though she could not remember them, flashes came to her in her dreams sometimes, and they were nearly always terrifying. That was one the thing she always remembered, the fear.

She sat up in her bed quickly, attempting to calm her rapid breathing.

"I'm not them, they're me but I'm not them," She squeezed her eyes shut and clutched her arms around her knees as she repeated the mantra. "I'm me, here, now, safe."

After a few moments she untangled herself from the stifling quilt covers and hopped off the edge of her bed. She felt ashamed for her sudden moment of panic, knowing that she was safe now. She padded over to the door, peering out into the empty corridor slowly, deciding that a leisurely stroll around the Tardis would do her good. Maybe she'd even run into the Doctor. She hoped he was asleep, getting some well needed rest, but another part of her wanted him to be awake, to hold her and soothe her and let her know that she was safe and would never have to leave. Leaving him scared her more than any nightmare ever could.

She walked down the silent corridors softly, trying not to make too much noise. She soon realised that this had been a mistake.

"Dammit," She muttered angrily, spinning around in a full circle and realising that she recognised none of her surroundings. "Had to get lost, didn't I?" She looked up at the ceiling and fixed it with a glare, addressing the Tardis. "Why'd you hate me so much, eh? Flipping snogbox."

The ship did not respond to her, giving her the silent treatment. Clara huffed angrily, beginning to feel tiredness wash over her as she continued walking, wishing for her bed. The only sound in the near silent ship was the gentle hum of the engine on standby and..

Clara stiffened, holding her breath and straining to hear better. Was that someone crying?

Clara's eyes widened in shock as she followed the stifled sound, hoping to find the source. She came to a door, painted Tardis blue and slighty ajar. Clara held her breath and pushed it open slightly, peeking in.

She had never been in the Doctor's room before, she had almost begun to doubt that he even had a room since she never saw him sleeping. He didn't seem to be sleeping now.

His back was to her, and though she couldn't see his face, this was the most vulnerable she had ever seen the Doctor. He lay curled up on his side, the bed covers thrown haphazardly around his shaking form as he cried softly.

Clara felt her heart ache as she walked over to him shakily.

"Go, Clara."

The voice was choked, a pained sob escaping the speakers lips as he uttered the two words.

"No."

Clara's voice came out stronger than she had expected even though her eyes were now brimming with tears. She wiped them away quickly though her heart was breaking for her Doctor and the sadness that was engulfing him.

She paused momentarily, unsure of what the Doctor would think about what she was going to do. Oh, what the hell, she thought, deciding to be brave.

She gave the Time Lord a small shove closer to the wall and daringly hopped into the bed beside him, scooting closer so that she was pressed up against his back. She reached out an arm timidly and draped it across the Doctor's torso, feeling one of his hearts beating under her palm.

The Doctor stiffened at her unexpected gesture, his sobs stopping for a moment in his surprise.

"Clara, what-"

"Shhhh," Clara murmured, pressing his face into his back as he shook slightly with small sobs.

The Doctor paused, then reached up with his hand to hold hers gently before turning around to face her, still keeping a hold of her hand. He closed his eyes, his breathing ragged.

"I'm sorry."

"You've nothing to apologise for," Clara gave his hand a light squeeze, scooting even closer so that their entertwined hands were pressed tightly between their bodies.

"I just..." The Doctor trailed off quietly, opening his eyes and looking at Clara in a way that made her heart flutter. "I've lost so many, Clara. And I don't want to lose you."

"I don't want to lose you either," Clara whispered, feeling a tear escape from the corner of her eyes. "But I won't, right? You're not going to send me away? Cause whatever happens, I'm staying with you, Doctor, I-"

"Clara, I can't promise that I can keep you safe," The Doctor clutched her hand tighter. "I would do anything to keep you safe of course, but whenever you're with me, you're in danger. If anything ever happened to you-"

"Then it would be my fault, not yours," Clara stated firmly. The Doctor shook his head witrh a dark look in his eyes.

"It could be my fault, would be my fault. If anything ever did happen to you, I would be to blame, because... Because if you'd never met me then you would have been safe!"

"If I'd never met you, my life would be utterly boring," Clara managed a watery smile. The Doctor managed a light, slightly choked laugh through his subsiding sobs and reached out to wipe a tear from her cheek.

"Why are you crying?" He questioned, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Because I don't like seeing you sad," Clara removed her hand from his hold and wiped away her remaining tears fiercely.

The Doctor heaved a sigh, sorrow still apparent in his eyes. Clara reached up slowly, almost cautiously to touch his face lightly. He closed his eyes at her touch, allowing more tears to fall. Clara stroked his face gently, wiping the rest of his tears away. She caressed his face softly as his sobs subsided and his breathing became more even.

"Thank you," The Doctor murmured, stroking her hair softly before wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close to him. He kissed her forehead gently as Clara smiled and just before she closed her eyes, she saw his lips curve upwards in return. Clara knew that he was going to be alright, and as long as she was with him, she'd be alright too.

"Goodnight, Doctor," Clara lay her head on his chest, being lulled to sleep by the twin heart beats of her Doctor.

"Goodnight, my Clara."

Oooooh so what did you think? :) Think I should continue writing one shots for these two? If you want, leave a review to let me know if you liked it :) Even if it's just constructive criticism, it'd make my day!