I had to. I haven't seen the second part of the finale, and all my anxiousness is coming out as I write. I had to write these two. I tried writing more Vengeance, more SMITH AND OSWALD, but I coudn't think about anything other than this. I had to write it, and I had to publish it. Today.

Oh, and I got a review saying chapter 8 was a little out of character.

Reminder, chapters 1-8 were written before we knew anything about the 12th Doctor. Chapters 9-? are written afterwards.

WG2

"Are you leaving?"

The worry in his voice made her turn. The Doctor was slightly hunched over, looking down at the controls, trying to look normal, but she could see his eyes crinkling.

Clara licked her lips. "I've got to get back to class, Doctor. I have a classroom of kids waiting for me to come back. It's been a week, and I'm a little tired of running down corridors and being held hostage by aliens and escaping their prisons."

The Doctor nodded his understanding, but there was still sadness in his eyes. Holding in a sigh, she walked over to him. She reached out and put her hand on his shoulder, and it seemed to snap something in him. He jerked away, bounding over to the other side of the console, bumbling about something she couldn't understand.

Why was he acting so strangely?

"Doctor, what's going on?" instead of going closer, she decided to stay where she was and just peek around the rotor.

"Nothing," was all he said.

Well, until she touched the door handle.

"Are you going to leave me?"

Clara whirled around. "Excuse me?"

He stared at her with wide eyes. "Are you going to leave me? I'd like to know ahead of time. That way I can get a move on and have the TARDIS pack up all the things you've left on here."

That's what was bothering him. He thought she was going to leave him soon.

"Why would I leave you?"

"Have a normal life. P.E."

Clara winced. To him, it was a choice between him and P.E. She knew the alien was in love with her, but he'd never made it so clear until now.

She didn't know how much clearer she could make her own feelings.

Well, actually, she did.

Her heels clicked on the ground rapidly as she walked toward him. He looked a little nervous, backing up a little, but the second she was close enough, she grabbed his lapels and brought his body to hers.

The sharp inhale of breath from him gave her a little grin, and she lifted herself onto her toes, her face close enough to his that they could feel each other's breath.

It was hungry, and almost desperate the way they crashed their mouths together. Clara clutched him to her, making sure he couldn't pull away if he got too nervous, as he was wont to do. He retaliated by digging his nails into the fabric on her back.

She took her head from his and gasped for breath, staring up and into his eyes. He stared down at her, and she could feel the fear starting to overwhelm him. He began to pull away, and she let him go.

"I could never leave you," she spoke. He glanced at her, retreating to the other side of the room.

"You did it before."

"It didn't last," Clara protested, almost whining. "I came back. I lied. I continued to lie. To you, and to Danny. I lied to myself. But there was one time, one time I didn't lie."

"What's that?"

Clara stared down at the Doctor, one hand clutching the phone to ear. The words that came out of her mouth were directed at the alien standing down by the console, waiting for her to go, but the voice on the other end of the line assumed it was for him.

It wasn't.

"Just after our last hurrah," she whispered, "When I said those three words. I said them to you."

The Doctor looked up at her. That wondering, hopeful look on his face urged her forward until she was standing next to him.

"Danny's safe. He's someone I could run to, and he'd always be there, when you're all over the place." she tried to explain, but was cut short by the Docotr's lips on hers.

He's taking a chance.

She smiled against his lips and wrapped her arms around his neck. He lifted her up and onto a bare spot on the console. This one's definitely bolder than the previous one. Bow-tie guy wouldn't have dared kiss me. Her mind went blank as she felt his lips separate from hers and wander down to her neck. She growled, pushing him off of her neck.

"I'm not done kissing you," she whispered, bringing their lips together again. He eagerly obliged, pulling her close and deepening their kiss. This was the cleanest, easiest thing she'd ever done, and she pulled away just to look at him, and to smile at his concern.

"I just wanted to look at you," she whispered, trailing her thumb down his cheek. This felt different then when she'd done this with Danny. With him, it always felt like something was missing, here, she felt complete. She was complete.

Clara let herself go and she brought the Doctor in for another kiss.

I get to see the second part of the finale on Thursday, and I'm really, really nervous.

I'm also thinking of making a Missy/Clara oneshot. Maybe a Miss/Clara/Doctor oneshot. Thoughts?