Just the two of us
Written by Loverly Souris
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Height and hugs
Height
dedicated to whoufflemysouffle
"Clara, are you scared of heights?"
"Hm? Heights? No, not particularly. Why?"
The slightly crazy grin on his face was a tiny bit creepy. "Because I have a great idea…"
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Bungee jumping.
From the TARDIS.
Over a huge, colourful swirl of galaxies, solar systems and stars.
"Is this really your great idea? Tell me, couldn't you have chosen something less potentially lethal?"
"Relax, Clara," the Doctor smiled at her. "I'm going to jump with you. I'll hold you."
He was extremely excited as he helped her into the equipment – after he'd ordered her to change into something more suitable than her dress –, secured the rope to her legs and patted her head.
"Don't you need a third person to assist? Like dragging us back into the TARDIS?" Clara asked.
The Doctor shook his head. "I'll connect the other end of the rope to the console and the old girl is going to pull us back immediately when it's over."
"I reckon you've done this before."
"A million times, but always alone. I've never taken anyone else." He chuckled. "For some reason, my fourth incarnation was very addicted to this." He sat down next to Clara and started to prepare as well. She eyed him for a second with a delighted little smile.
"So I am special?"
She didn't miss the way his ears blushed while he was firmly focusing to the equipment. "Well… there's no use in denying it, is there?"
As soon as they were ready, the Doctor helped Clara up and they limbed their way to the TARDIS doors. They held onto the frame and Clara gulped. "I know I said I'm not afraid of heights, but… you swear it's safe?"
The Doctor countered her question with another question. "Do you trust me?"
"I do," she answered without hesitation and the Doctor hugged her waist. He motioned her to do the same.
"Alright then, straight back, face ahead. Don't bow your head. Hold out your arm. Okay. Geronimo!"
And before Clara could stop them, they were flying towards the magnificent swirl. They both let out a scream – hers was a bit more horrified –, but then she laughed, because the rush of adrenaline into her brain made her giddy.
It was wonderful. She was dizzy, but it was a good kind of dizziness, the one that made her heart soar and her eyes were sparkling as colours exploded around her. It'd been so long since she felt so incredible. So alive.
And she was with him.
When it was over and they were hanging in the air waiting to be dragged in, the Doctor wrapped his arms around her and she kissed his chin.
"When can we do this again?"
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Hugs
dedicated to NoLongerAGuest
He remembers every single hug they've ever shared.
He loves having her petite body all pressed up against his own lanky figure – he loves that more than fezzes and bow ties, almost as much as fish fingers and custard. Once he told her that it felt weird, her breath on his chest, but actually it is the best feeling ever. That little frown she always gives him when he entirely ignores her personal space and locks her into his arms for no particular reason.
He wishes he could see that frown now.
He wishes she could hug him back.
"Clara, Clara! Please!" he begs her to wake up, brushing away her hair from her peaceful face with one hand, holding her firmly against himself with the other as her legs can't support her weight anymore.
Why did she have to take that bullet for him?
He prays to whichever deity that would listen – he prays for her to stay with him, because he is nothing without her. He lowers himself onto the floor of the console room. She is so perfect in his arms – if only she would open those huge chocolate eyes that he adores so much. He leans his forehead to hers and places a soft kiss onto her still lips. "Don't leave me alone…" he whispers.
As he closes his eyes, his hand slides down on her arm and his fingers settle on her wrist. It takes him a few silent seconds to realise that he can feel her pulse – it's quiet and erratic, but it's definitely there.
Her single, beautiful, precious human heart hasn't given up the fight yet.
He can still save her and he knows exactly how he is going to do it.
He's lived for so long, he is gradually getting closer to his own end with every stolen second. It is all thanks to her, this wonderful girl in his arms that he could see the wonders of the universe, meet so many amazing people, breathe, live, love… so if the price of saving her is shortening his life span, he would be more than willing to pay.
He thinks of her while he tightens his hold, her sweet scent, her gentle smile, her kind voice and how he is going to relish every moment he spends with her.
He thinks of how much he loves her, and when the golden glow disappears, he looks into her tired eyes and he tells her so.
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Thank you for reading! :)
Happy 50th birthday, Doctor Who! I'm very excited about tonight's show, I'm sure you are too. Let's hope that it'll be full of cute whoufflé moments, shall we? :3
Thank you very much for the great prompts! :) It was a pleasure to write these drabbles, I hope you like them. Feel free to suggest a noun any time you are inspired. :)