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Clara lied there in bed, still crying, and still naked. She was freezing now, and she just wished she knew where her blanket was. And she wished she could stay with The Doctor forever, and she wished everyone could live forever. And most importantly, she wished that he was here, holding her, and comforting her. She wished he was softly kissing the top of her head, and telling her everything was going to be okay. She wished he would wrap his strong arms around her, the arms that made her feel so safe, and tell her that he would never have to die. That no one would have to die.
But that wasn't the case, so she kept crying. He had, surprisingly, figured it out, and his hearts were broken. Only she could put them back together, but she couldn't. She couldn't without the risk of losing him. That was her greatest fear; losing him. The tears didn't stop, and she didn't expect them to anytime soon. Then she heard her door open, and turned to see The Doctor there.
She was about to tell him to leave, but he was holding a blanket. She let him come in without argument, and he very carefully wrapped the blanket around her curled up body. He gave her a gentle hug, and she didn't want him to let go. But he did, and he kissed her forehead. She wanted him to move his mouth a little lower, but he didn't. He walked out of her room and shut the door, and she realized she had stopped crying. She smiled at that. The Doctor was probably the only one who could make her stop crying that fast. She had that on her mind as she slowly drifted off to sleep.
The Doctor sat on his silver swing in the console room. That's where he always went when he was sad, but right now he was beyond sad. He had Clara, but she was taken away from him again. This time she didn't die, but it was almost as bad. He kept wondering what she must have dreamed of. He knew it wasn't pleasant, and he hoped one day that she would be able to tell him. Then he would know for sure why she was acting like this.
He looked around the empty console room, and it reminded him of his lonely days, before he met Clara. He had met Oswin, but he didn't know then that he would meet her again. He didn't like remembering those lonely days, so he got up and started wandering around. The TARDIS must have known he was sad, because she led him to the game room.
He smiled at all of the vintage pinball machines, and the retro Pac-man machine. He remembered once he had spent a whole 12 hours in here. He was dead set on beating his own high score on pac-man, but it took him 12 hours to do it. It didn't matter though, because he was in a time machine! He touched the joystick and was about to start playing when he remembered. There he went again, remembering.
He remembered that he and Clara had had a competition to see who could get the highest score in one go. He smiled as he remembered her standing close behind him, and he was breathing her soft, perfect, breath on his neck. He shivered as he remembered he did that day. She had raised an eyebrow and asked what was wrong, and he had gotten lost in her eyes. That had cost him the game, and he remembered Clara's laugh at that. He smiled wider as he thought that maybe they could still have moments like that. Not romantic, but friendly. They could surely still be friends, couldn't they?
Clara woke up from a pleasant dream. A very pleasant dream and she smiled wide. It was quite an erotic dream, and she smirked at herself. Then she remembered that she wouldn't be able to make that dream come true. She frowned, and remembered all that had happened recently. She must have been cried out, because she didn't shed a tear. Instead, she decided to remember.
She remembered one of the times that The Doctor had come in here. She was reading a magazine, and he seemed quite confused about all of the different actors and such that were in it. He had sat down next to her on the bed, and she scooted a little closer to him without him noticing. She remembered how much she had wanted to kiss him right then, but she held herself back. She remembered explaining about all of the actors and movies they were in. He seemed fascinated by them, and she smiled. He had that twinkle in his eye, the one she loved so much. He always got it when he was fascinated with something, and that made her want to fascinate him.
Clara smiled even wider as she remembered another time when he had come in here. She was on her laptop listening to music. He came up behind her and tapped her shoulder, and then he quickly moved to the other side of her before she could see him. Then he laughed at her confusion. Oh, his laugh. He put his head on her shoulder as he watched the music video with her. She had shivered at his warm breath touching her neck, and he asked what was wrong. She just looked back at the screen and shook her head. The Doctor was confused, but he didn't press on. He just put his head back on her shoulder and continued watching. She smiled even wider as she thought about them maybe being able to share moments like that again. No kissing, but just hanging out. They could still be friends, right?
Sorry for this chapter being so short, but I didn't think there would be a better place to end it. I hope you enjoyed, and please comment to tell me what you think!