A/N: Sorry it took so long to update, but here it is! I hope you guys enjoy it!

Chapter 2
Unconscious

I'm pretty sure all the color from my face vanished at that point, and from then I blacked out. From what I remember I saw the Doctors face grow from a grin to a shocked face and he lunged toward me. I guess I started falling when I passed out.

When I was unconscious I felt nothing, and I heard nothing. I thought nothing, and I saw nothing. It was pretty bliss for the couple of minutes that I was unconscious, because pretty soon there was a sonic screeching in my ears.

"Mmmmm, oooh God, Doctor stop it please." I mumbled as I awoke. My eyes were still shut, and I looked as if I was a teenager not wanting to get up to go to school. I might have well told him five more minutes.

"Clara? Clara are you alright? Wiggle your nose, and stick out your tongue if your alright!" I heard his faint mumble. It was almost a blur for me, but I began to focus on it. But I was most certainly wasn't going to wiggle my nose and stick my tongue anywhere.

I reached my arm out and I touched it face. I'm pretty sure I might have slapped him because I heard him groan after that. As soon as I heard that, I'm pretty sure it was a miracle recovery because I got up from that.

"Oh my God, Doctor! Are you okay?" I started scanning his face. I saw that he looked completely fine, yet he looked more confused at my immediate recovery.

"How did you…? Why did you…? Owwww….!" He put his hand to his face and dragged his ow.

"Doctor, let me look at it. Take your hand off your face."

"No, it stings."

"Stop being such a child! You are just as bad as the Doctor I travel with now!"

"Okay, that hurt me right here!" He pointed at his chest. "Are you just planning to make this day "Let's hurt the Doctor Day"? Because I most certainly regenerate out of all the pain."

"Doctor… stop"

"What?"

"Why are you here?" I asked as politely as I could.

"Oh. What?" He said quickly.

"Why are you here, Doctor. Why are you in my apartment?"

"Well, I came to find you."

This statement came at me rather quickly, but I took it like I knew it was coming. My Doctor did tell me that he would end up finding me, but he never did say when. But he is just that, a man full of surprises.

The Doctor started to looked confused. He took a couple steps toward me and looked me directly in my eyes. How could I resist looking back into his. I honestly just could melt in his eyes. I want to be lost in them forever, and I'm pretty sure I was for a brief moment because I heard the Doctor mumbling.

"I'm sorry, what?" I shook my head and looked at something else that wasn't his eyes.

"I said, why aren't you that surprised that I came to see you?"

"Excuse me, I did just pass out back there."

"Yeah, but, I was more hoping for a jumping and excited reaction to fill your face. And yet I get… blah." He gestured at my face.

"Blah?"

"Yes, blah, no emotion, no excitement. Just… blah." He turned his back to me and started to walk in the other direction gesturing away.

"Your future self told me that you were going to find me. At first I thought you were joking, but I guess you were telling the truth now that the evidence is so clear."

That's when he stopped in his tracks. He slowly turned around and pointed a finger at me. He had a face of confusion and fascination. I was almost positive he was going to ask…

"What did I tell you exactly?"

There it is.

"Spoilers." I say as I put my finger to my lip.

"That's not fair. Your the companion that cheated for me though! You let me keep my memories! You have to tell me because thats what you do."

"You really expect me to tell you what you said?"

"No, but I do expect you to do what I said."

That's when he trapped me. He just stood there looking so smug, expecting me to come up to him and act out whatever his future self told me he would do.

"What makes you think I would just do it?"

He smiled, and started to walk toward me. "Because Clara, a while ago you told me that you loved me. Every single generation of me. That night we shared a passionate moment, and you granted me my memories of that night. I swore to myself that I would find you, and here I am."

My face started to relax. I already knew what was coming.

"Thank Rassilon I put a bit of time lord regeneration energy into that rose. Without that rose I would have never found you."

He was only a couple steps away from me, and I felt myself walking closer to him. I closed my eyes, and just let my mind wonder.

"My impossible girl. Haven't I ever told you how much I hate waiting."

I opened my eyes to see him looking right down at me. He was standing over me, and his warmth surround my body. I felt my heart begin to quicken as I felt him brush his finger tips against my arms.

"I have a time machine, Clara. I have it, so I don't need to wait."

He leaned in closer to my face, but that's when I interrupted him.

"Didn't I tell you to wait until you regenerated?" I whispered as he was right at my lips only ghosting, but it was still intense for me.

"I thought you said you loved me no matter what generation I was."

I smiled. "You clever boy."

The Doctor placed his lips upon mine, and I returned the kiss with equal amount of passion. I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck so that I could deepen the kiss. However, I was loosing my footing. I felt myself begin to fall over again, but thankfully the Doctor had his arms wrapped tightly around my waist.

And just for the one second that I opened my mouth to take a breathe of air, he took that opportunity and darted his sneaky tongue into my mouth. I didn't argue, I just felt that now that his tongue was squirming around in my mouth, plus my own, I might need more air.

The room kept getting hotter and hotter for me, and I really felt like I was going to pass out again. But why would my body want to do that to me at a time like this. The Doctor was kissing me with such passion, and with the fury of his patience made it more intense.

Then I felt the Doctor pull away from me, and he began to look at me with worried eyes.

"Clara, I can feel you slipping through my arms. Are you okay? Do you need any water?" He said slightly out of breathe.

With a large gasp I looked up and tried to make out a couple words. "I…air…you….tongue…need air…. Doctor."

He gave a nod and picked me up. He was carrying me like they usually carry women in the movies. The Doctor I travel with carried me like this when I was stuck in his time-stream.

I started to feel my eyes falling when the Doctor placed me on something soft. I wasn't really sure where he took me. All I knew what that since I was in my bathrobe, the Doctor wouldn't take me to his TARDIS. I was probably somewhere inside my apartment.

Then I saw the Doctor on top of me. He was at an okay distance, but I was still able to see what he was doing. He took off his large trench coat, and flung off his jacket somewhere. Then he looked to me and started taking off my bathrobe.

"Clara, your burning up. I need to take this heavy bathrobe off so you can cool down some."

I'm pretty sure I was able to motion a nod to let him know that it was okay. At least he is trying to help.

Once he took off my bathrobe, he flung it to the corner. He got off of me and started to run frantically around the room. But I was able to cool off with all the wind he was making from going back in forth from room to room.

I lifted myself up and saw that I was on my bed. My nightgown was still on me, but my straps where all messed up. I guess I was still clumsy because all I did was make it worse. I loosened it on accident, and as soon as I dropped the strap from my grip, the Doctor ran back into my room.

His eyes were wide, and I was pretty sure he was just as shocked as I was. He turned his back almost immediately, and then he started to walk out of my room.

"Woops." I said after he left. I leaped out of my bed and tightened my strap. I practically ran out of my room.

I started to wonder around my apartment looking for a man with dark brown hair, and eyes that could melt a soul. But it seemed as if he just vanished. Until I heard some crashes come from my kitchen.

I peered into my kitchen to see the Doctor looking out of my window drinking the tea I was preparing for myself earlier.

"Well, I'm glad to see how quickly you can calm down after you had a fright."

He turned around sipping his tea. "Glad to see you fixed that problem" He motioned to my strap with his cup.

"Why are you glad? If we were kissing for maybe thirty seconds longer, and you didn't suffocate me with your tongue, then maybe you would have been the one to loosen it."

He suddenly spat out his tea, and looked at me with a confused face.

"What?"

"I just thought that you were going to get to that point eventually."

"What?!"

"Your other self usually gets to it rather quickly."

"What?!" He put down his cup and ruffled his hair.

I took a deep breathe and shrugged my shoulders. "I guess, you weren't planning on doing that. After all, your the one that came to find me."

I really want to make him just jump at me and ravish me. Why? Because he already got me all hot and bothered about ten minutes ago! And now he expects me to just sit down and relax with a cup of tea? Oh, no way! He asked for me to do what his future self told me he would do. So I'll do it.

We shared a glance, and then I licked my lips. "I'll be in my room "recovering" from loss of air." I started to walk out of the kitchen, but then I herd the chair move. I looked behind me, and the Doctor wasn't there. But then I turned around to see the Doctor standing over me with intense eyes.

"That's why."

"What?" Great, now I was saying it.
"That's why you saying these things! Your trying to get me into bed! And I have a theory on why."

Finally he was catching on! I gave a large sigh and gave him the 'you should have known this about ten minutes ago when you face was all over mine' look.

"Okay tell me your theory." I said as politely as I could.

He made a large grin and took my chin in his fingers. He leaned in closer so that his lips were merely brushing mine.

"Because, Clara. I came back to dance with you. One last time." He whispered onto my lips.

My heart quickened. Why would he say last when it is only our first? Then I thought back to what my Doctor said. He told me that it was his first time with me, even though it wasn't my first time with him. Time travel really starts to mess with your head after you hear something like that.

He took a step back and smiled at me. He bowed and placed his hand up in front of me.

"May I have this dance?"

I swallowed, and then I looked around my room, and then at myself. This was completely different from the first time we danced. There was music, and the stars where hanging above our heads. I was in a beautiful dress, and not in a nighty!

But yet I felt the compulsion of want, and need. I felt myself reaching my hand out and taking his in mine. He looked at me and pulled my hand to his side with a tug. It was unexpected so I fell onto him. He took my waist and looked deep into my eyes. I was already feeling my heart pounding, and I felt his hearts responding with even quicker beats.

I started leaning up toward his face, and he was leaning down toward mine. As our lips collided, I became unaware of everything around me. It was only him and me, and nothing else mattered for those few moments. It was intense and deep, our tongues where swirling and dancing along each others lips.

We began to move around. I was walking backwards, and he was directing our feet. We never left each others lips. Sure, we were breathing in quite quickly, and I of course was hyperventilating with all the excitement, but we remained together.

I fell back onto my bed, and the Doctor fell with me. At this moment we began our dance. Our first and last dance that would make its mark in our souls, and our hearts. Forever.