[Author's Note: Can I just start by saying you guys rock? I didn't think anyone was going to like yesterday's chapter at all. I was happily wrong! Anyway, here's your chapter of the day. I figured I should get it up before I disappear from the internet at about 3:00 to avoid accidently reading anything about tonight's episode. I let my little bro pick the prompt again, so enjoy! :3]
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Scar (noun)- A lasting mark left by a wound or injury
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The Doctor pushed Clara in through the TARDIS doors, stepping in after her and closing the door. After a moment, he peered his head back out. "Goodbye, everyone! It's been great seeing you all, and-" A stone thunked against the door, missing the Doctor's face by a few inches. "Okay, okay! We're going." He slammed the door again.
Clara was leaning against one of the railings, watching silently as the Doctor pushed buttons and flipped levers to take them off. "Well," She said after a few moments. "That was interesting."
"Yes." The Doctor replied without looking back at her. "Not exacting the image I put in your head this morning, sorry."
"Yeah, you forgot to mention the hour and a half of running through the jungle while being shot at." Clara said.
"Well, we both came out okay, so-" The Doctor turned as he spoke, and froze, mouth half open, as he looked at Clara.
"What?" Clara asked, staring at him in confusion.
"Are you alright?" He asked, raising one hand and touching the left side of his face slightly.
Clara placed her hand against her own cheek and felt the cut running several inches down it. "What, this? I told you when I got it, it's fine. It stopped bleeding an hour ago, anyway." She looked down at her hand, seeing the tiny dots of blood on her fingertips. Mostly, anyway.
She looked up and jumped as she realized the Doctor was now standing about two feet away from her. He raised a hand and lightly touched his fingers against the wound on her cheek. She winced and tried to pull away, only succeeding to press herself further against the railing. "Ouch, leave it along. I said it's fine."
"It's going to leave a scar." The Doctor stated.
"I don't think it's that deep." Clara shrugged, pushing his hand away.
"It is." The Doctor replied.
Clara touched the cut self-consciously and frowned. "I don't care." She said flippantly after a second. She stood on her tiptoes and patted the Doctor on the head. "I'm going to bed, okay? Try to think of a less deadly place between now and next morning."
The Doctor watched as she scampered away down the corridor to her bedroom. His lovely Clara, who would now have an everlasting slash mark down the side of her face because of his stupid idea. Which she did not deserve, not at all. Even if she said she didn't care, or that it didn't matter.
So that night he stood quietly over her bed as she slept, and touched two fingers lightly to her cheek, watching as he removed them that there was nothing there except for the soft smoothness of her skin, where he gently dropped a kiss before leaving.
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[Author's Note: I thought you guys deserved something a little sweeter than what I normally do, especially considering it looks like there's going to be quite a bit of angst tonight on the TV. Enjoy and please review! :3]