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Clara was standing in the middle of a field. Strange white creatures with suits were running around her, whispering. They were whispering something that she felt she wanted to hear, but she couldn't. She couldn't move; one of them was holding her in place. She called for The Doctor, and then she saw him across the field. A man was standing in front of him, and The Doctor looked scared. She didn't like it when he looked scared.
He turned around when he heard her voice, and he looked even more scared. He ran towards her, but something stopped him. A girl with puffy hair, she grabbed his shoulders. She could see him trying to get out of her grip, and he was pleading. Then the puffy haired girl kissed him, but why? Clara looked on in confusion as he quickly pulled away. But he fell asleep. No, not asleep. He was dead. Somehow that girl with the puffy hair had killed him with a kiss, and Clara cried. The Doctor was dead, and she had to stand there and watch it.
The puffy haired girl turned to her and smirked. She had no idea who that woman was, but Clara hated her. She hated her so much that she didn't even know she could hold that much hate inside of her. Finally the white creature let her go, and she ran to The Doctor. She threw herself against his dead body, and she sobbed. She sobbed more than she had sobbed in her whole entire life. Then the girl with the puffy hair pulled out a gun looking thing, and she pointed it at Clara. But she wasn't scared. She stood up and said, "Please, do it. There's no point in living anymore."
The puffy haired women frowned at that, and then she lowered the gun. She said, "I loved him first." Clara realized that there were tears in the women's eyes. She turned away, and continued crying.
She screamed out, "Doctor!"
Suddenly she was awake. The Doctor was looking at her with a worried look on his face. He was holding her close, and they still didn't have any clothes on. Clara had been crying, and The Doctor had woken up when she called out his name. She looked at him desperately and said, "You're alive." She pulled him close as she cried into his shoulder.
He said, "Shh, Clara. It was just a bad dream. I'm right here, and I always will be." She kept holding on, even though she knew that wasn't true. He wouldn't always be there. Everyone had to die in the end, and the end would come much sooner when it came to The Doctor. He put himself in danger's way every day, but what if one of those days he can't figure out how to get out of it. That's when Clara realized that it was too dangerous to love him.
She pulled away and shook her head. "Doctor, I'm sorry but… I can't." She started to get out of the bed but he stopped her.
He frowned in confusion at her and asked, "You can't what?"
She shook her head again and said, "I'm sorry." Then she grabbed her clothes and ran to the room the TARDIS had designed for her. She slammed the door shut, and then she curled up on her bed. She cried, and this time it was because The Doctor wasn't there to comfort her. But it was for the best. She heard the TARDIS hum. It was almost as if it was trying to comfort her. Clara said, "Thank you." She thought that maybe she was going crazy, thanking a wall. But she was in a blue box that was smaller on the outside and traveled in time. Nothing was crazy.
She sighed as she looked to the door, half hoping he would come in and help her, but the other half hoping he would stay in his room. She knew that if he came to her now, she wouldn't be able to walk away again. Her nightmare was trying to tell her something, and she wasn't going to ignore it. You can't love The Doctor; it's too risky. You risk losing him, and you risk being left with a broken heart. She continued staring at the door, and now silently letting the tears fall.
The Doctor sat on his bed, completely confused about what had just happened. He makes love to Clara, she wakes up in the middle of the night from a bad dream, and then she runs off crying. He pushes a hand through his hair and says, "There has to be something connected between the bad dream and the running out and apologizing. But what was she apologizing for? And what could she not do anymore?" That girl was full of mystery. But she was his favorite mystery; there was no doubt about that. He got up and paced the room, trying to figure out what she could have possibly dreamed about. "Had she seen her mother in it? No, that wouldn't explain for the running out." He looked up to the ceiling and asked, "Can you help me out here?!" He got no response. "Fine, if you don't want to help me figure out what's wrong with Clara then you can! I couldn't believe a box could be so jealous." He heard a loud, angry, noise being emitted from the TARDIS. He sighed and said, "You know I didn't mean that. Don't get your blue knickers in a twist. Now, please help me with Clara!" Still no response. He kicked the wall and then started jumping up and down, holding his foot. "Oi, what's wrong with you, Mrs. Cranky Pants?!"
He sighed and sat back down on the bed. He realized he still didn't have any clothes on and quickly dressed as he headed out of his room. He went the usual route to Clara's room, but this time it was a dead end. He looked at the ceiling again and said, "Really? You're going to be playing these tricks again?! Well, fine! But you do know that I can disable you." He heard a sound that sounded like a whine, and he smiled. "Eh, I got you there! Now take me to Clara's room." He heard what sounded like a sigh, and he continued walking. He soon came upon Clara's door and knocked softly. He asked, "Clara, are you alright?"
He heard her say, "No! Please… just go away!" He had never heard her sound so sad. He wasn't sure if he should go in, or if he should obey her orders. He paced around until he decided to go in. He opened the door softly, and he saw Clara curled up in a ball facing the door. He ignored her being naked, she was crying. She frowned at him and said, "I told you to go away!"
He nodded and said, "Oh, yeah, I didn't listen."
She shook her head and said, "You always do that."
He smiled and said, "That's why you like me." He got a sudden de-ja-vu moment. These were the exact words that were said right before he and Clara had had their real first kiss. It was switches around though, and she didn't remember it. But it still made him smile.
She frowned as she realized that was one of the reasons she like him, but she couldn't like him anymore. Not after what she just realized. She sighed in frustration as she desperately said, "Doctor, please go away."
He walked slowly up to her and tried to wipe away her tears, just as she had done for him earlier. He said, "I can't leave you like this. Why are you crying?" She couldn't tell him. It would most likely break his two hearts, and that's the last thing she wanted.
She said, "Doctor, I really can't talk about it. Will you please just give me some alone time?" He nodded. He had obviously had his fair share of alone time, and he understood. He left quietly and waited outside her door. When he left she thought it through again. She didn't want to think it through, but she had to. The conclusion just kept coming out the same. She either couldn't love The Doctor anymore, or she could suffer a major loss. She took the former, and then started crying again. She loved him, and you can't just stop loving someone. She would have to dump him, and she couldn't bring herself to do it. She wanted to have him hold her in his arms every day, and kiss her softly. But she didn't want those kisses to be on the forehead, or those arms only around her during day time. Clara felt as if she was being torn apart, and she hated it. She hated thinking like this, and she hated people having to die.
The Doctor came in after about 15 minutes of waiting. This time he didn't let her talk. He walked up to her and put a finger to her lips. He grabbed one of her hands and asked, "What's wrong?" His voice was soft, and his eyes were full of love.
She looked at him and said, "I'm scared."
He frowned and asked, "Of what?"
She looked down at his hand holding her hand and said, "Of losing you. I can't risk losing you."
He giggled, and she looked up at him in confusion. He was smiling, but he looked like he was about to cry. "Clara, I think that exact same thing every day. And to be honest, I have a higher chance of losing you than you do of losing me. I don't understand what you're so worried about." That's right, he didn't understand, and he probably never would. Because she couldn't tell him about her nightmare, and she knew she never would be able to. It was too painful, and it was that pain she was trying to avoid.
She was still looking down at her hands as she said, "I'm so sorry, Doctor, but I can't." He then understood what she couldn't do. She couldn't love him anymore. He finally found something he was deeply in love with, and she couldn't love him back. He understood her reasoning, but he didn't agree with it. She turned away as she saw the look on his face. It was utter sorrow. He had just felt like his two hearts were broken in half, so he patted her shoulder and walked away.
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