(Author's Note) – Adding in different POV's. Starting this chapter, will attempt to keep up with it.

Clara

Clara stayed in the medi-bay after Rose ran off to see what was wrong. "Well, that was weird." Clara muttered, pulling herself off the floor. "So, we should probably go see what's wrong." Clara started to put the room back in order.

"So, you're the Doctor's next companion? After me?" Amy said from the other side of the room. Clara only nodded, unsure of what Amy would say next. "Fond of him I see." Amy snickered, walking over to Clara casually. Clara nodded again, then instantly realized what she had done.

"I mean...no...not at all. Why do you ask?" Clara stammered. Amy laughed to herself and looked at Clara as if to say, you're totally in love. Clara glared at Amy and laughed nervously. "I do not like him. It wouldn't work anyway, so don't be dumb." Clara snapped.

Amy had been silent so Clara turned to look at her. Of course Amy had left the room. Most likely to the console room. She sighed and decided to head that way, too. As she was walking out the door she ran right into Eleven.

"Sorry, what is going on out there?" Clara asked. He shrugged and looked at her. She hated that she was shorter than him and tried to stand on tip toes to look into his eyes. He laughed and equated so that she looked down on him for a change.

"They're saying I messed up a time stream thing by picking you up. Worth it." After realizing what he said, Clara smirked up at him, since he decided to stand up again. "I mean... Since you are my companion after all..." Nice save, Clara thought to herself. He sighed angrily and sat down on a chair that she had picked up.

"Why are you in here by yourself?" Eleven questioned her. "Because I can be," Clara said, "And because Amy and Rose ditched me to see what was going on."

Eleven seemed to be thinking something to himself, but she didn't ask him about it. "I heard from Rose that someone is in love with someone else on the TARDIS." Clara blushed slightly but reminded herself that it would never happen. "Wonder who it is?" Clara asked innocently.

Eleven smiled up at her and she pushed him out of the chair. "What was that for?" He smiled up at her, but she walked out of the room before she blushed even more. "Clara!" He called after her, but she just picked up her speed. For some reason she had started crying. Clara quickly wiped them away before she walked up to her door.

You can't ever be with him. He is too good for you. You're just a boring human, he could never love you. You'll die long before he does and he will forget about you! All of these thoughts were going through her mind as she threw herself onto her bed. She locked the door and hid on her bed.

"Clara, are you in here? Why is your door locked?" It was Rose at the door. Clara wiped away her tears and and walked over to the door. "What do you want Rose?" Clara had wiped away most of the tears, but they were still falling. She wouldn't open the door until she knew the Doctor wasn't waiting outside.

"Just let me, the Doctor is out here with me." Clara tried not to yell and replied, "Rose, can we talk, alone? With out others?" Rose seemed to be thinking and she heard Rose tell the Doctor to go away. Rose quickly opened the door, using a bobby pin to unlock it. She walked in with a smirk on her face.

"Why didn't you just do that in the first place?" Clara asked from her bed. Rose gave her a small smile. "Because, I had a feeling you were hiding from him and no way would I let there be a small fight." Rose locked the door back and sat next to her. "You realized it couldn't happen, didn't you?" Clara nodded and thought about asking Rose how she knew how she felt.

"How did you know?" she asked anyway. "Well, I was in love with the Tenth Doctor, he never really got to tell me how he felt, but I knew. Then Canary Wharf happened, and I never saw him again. Well, I was married to a clone of him, but that is different. Anyway.." Rose trailed off and Clara wanted to know the story of Canary Wharf. Sure, she had seen it in the Doctor's Time Stream, but it was a fuzzy memory. Rose quickly filled her in as Eleven quietly snuck into the room.

"Clara, are you okay? Because Jack has arrived and is most likely going to throw a party. Come on, you seem like you need a picker-upper." He ran out of the room smiling and Clara knew he would accidentally get drunk. "Well, let's go get drunk, Rose. And hopefully keep him from getting drunk," Clara said, nodding in the direction Eleven had exited.

"How we gonna do that when we are clearly going to get drunk ourselves?" Rose laughed and hugged Clara. She stood and smiled at Rose, wanting to hurry off and 'supervise' the party. She grabbed her phone and left the room.

(Authors Note) If you can't tell, I totally ship Whouffle. Like, OTP for life. I will try to make this as good as possible and it is totally inspired by 3D9CWCPGW. It is really awesome and is also known as, 'Three Doctors, Nine Companions, What Could Possibly Go Wrong?' and it is just amazing. Go check the story out, the author is amazing and I will ask her to review so you can get to her page easier! Review please!