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Weeks had passed, almost two months now. Clara had moved from the depressed state to the angry one a few weeks after the Doctor's disappearance. She would get irritated with the Maitland kids more often, and she found herself frowning at random times during the day. It was all just too much for her. She couldn't believe that the Doctor would abandon her after what she had just been through at Trenzalore.
She sat at the kitchen and thought about what they should have for dinner. Thoughts of a nice soufflé came into her mind, but this was a soufflé she made as Oswin. She squeezed her eyes shut and forced the memory away.
Clara still hadn't gone home. She would talk to her dad over the phone, but she wasn't ready to face him yet. He would want to meet the Doctor. She talked about him quite a lot. She missed him, and she was mad at him.
She sighed and opened the refrigerator. "Are you guys okay with chips tonight?" She called to the living room.
She heard Angie and Artie yell, "Sure." In reply.
She opened the freezer and pulled out some frozen chips. She opened the bag and threw some on a tray. She shoved it into the oven and set it on the time given on the bag. She sighed as she waited for them to finish. Angie walked in and saw Clara staring at the oven in frustration. "Did you get into an argument with the oven?" She asked with a smirk.
Clara turned to her and said, "What? No."
She turned back to the oven and crossed her arms over chest. "Well, it sure looks like it. One of those days I guess." Angie said. She took a bag of crisps from the counter.
Clara pulled them away from her and asked, "What do you mean one of those days? It's just a normal day. There's nothing wrong with this day."
Angie raised an eyebrow and said, "Really. That's why you looked like you were about to strangle the oven." Clara frowned in confusion. Angie sighed and said, "It's one of those days where you're mad at everything and everyone."
Clara raised her voice and said, "It is not one of those days!"
Angie rolled her eyes and said, "You know, sometimes I think you are just genuinely stupid." Clara was glaring at her. Angie rolled her eyes again and said, "You're really mad at the Doctor, but you take it out on everyone, and everything, else. Why do I always have to be the smart one around here?"
Clara looked at Angie in shock. "Am I really doing that?" Angie nodded and took the crisps back. "Wow, thanks, I think."
She was about to go back up to her room when Angie said, "The chips are burning."
Clara spun around and said, "Right, the chips!" She hurriedly opened the oven and tried to grab the tray. She cursed as she felt the searing heat against her skin, and she grabbed a rag. "Sorry, don't say those words. Only grown-ups can." She said as she set down the tray.
She grabbed some plates as Angie said, "I am not a child. You don't have to talk to me like I am one."
Clara threw some chips onto the plates as she said, "You are a child and you should talk to me with some respect. Ever heard of that?"
Angie rolled her eyes and took the plates of chips to the living room. Clara smirked and went up to her room. She couldn't believe that Angie knew more about how she was acting than she actually did.
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Clara was getting angrier and angrier as the weeks went by, but she was also getting more depressed. She was now openly taking in the idea that the Doctor may never come back. She didn't like thinking about it, but it was very possible. She remembered what Angie has said.
I know he will come back, because it's you.
Angie was most likely wrong, but what did she mean? Angie hadn't known about Trenzalore, so she couldn't have meant that he would come back because Clara had saved him. This was just so confusing.
Clara groaned in frustration and looked at her laptop. More memories came back. This was one she wasn't too surprised to remember. It was the first day she had ever met the Doctor, while being regular Clara. She smiled at the image of the alien that was dressed as a monk. Suddenly a vital memory came back. The Doctor had known where to find her because she had called him.
She had called him!
Clara smiled wider as she started searching for the number that the girl at the shop had given her. She had said it was the best help line in the world. Clara understood what that meant now. She dumped all of this stuff out of her drawers. Still no number. She searched through her closet. Still no number. She even went through the history of the home phone. Still no number!
She was getting frustrated with her lack of results. She ran down the stairs and yelled, "Has anyone seen a small slip of paper with a phone number on it?!"
"No." She heard Artie say in reply.
Angie called, "I think I threw it away a long time ago. What do you need it for?"
Clara ran to where she had heard Angie's voice coming from. "You what?!" She yelled.
Angie rolled her eyes and said, "What's wrong now?"
Clara bent, not very far, to get close to the now standing Angie's face. "You threw away that paper?! Why would you do something like that?!"
Artie was standing not too far away. He gulped and said, "Um, Clara. Could you please calm down? You're… um, kind of scaring me."
Clara's eyes widened when she saw that she had grabbed Angie's collar. Angie's eyes were wide with fear. Clara let go and stepped away. "Oh… Angie I am so sorry!" Angie just swallowed and nodded. Clara brought Angie into a hug and kissed the top of her head. "I am so, so sorry. I would never hurt you guys. You know I love you with all of my heart."
Angie nodded into Clara's shoulder. When Clara pulled away Angie gave her a weak smile. Clara smiled back and tapped her head. Angie smirked and asked, "So, why did you need the number?"
Clara sighed and looked down. "It was… the Doctor's… number."
Angie and Artie exchanged a look, and then nodded. "Sorry, I didn't know." Angie said quietly.
Clara nodded and said, "Yeah, I know. Sorry, again. I'll… be in my room if you need me." Angie nodded and Clara walked away.
Angie smirked and said, "She is so blind!"
Artie frowned and asked, "How?"
Angie sighed and said, "You're a boy, you don't understand. Clara can't see how desperate she is for the Doctor. If she's that desperate, then imagine how he is right now! This is like a real life love story! It's so tragic, and sweet!"
Artie rolled his eyes and walked away. "Girls are so weird." He mumbled as he left.
OOOOoooOOOO
The Doctor sat in the TARDIS, staring at the console. "I… I'm a monster." He said quietly. The TARDIS didn't reply. He sighed and looked down. "Even you think so." Suddenly he heard a buzz of static, and then Clara was standing in front of him. He looked away and said, "If you are going to communicate with me like this… please… use someone else." There was desperation in his voice. He heard more static and looked up to see Rose. "Rose." He said softly.
Rose said, "I am just a hologram representation of Rose Tyler. I am not actually Rose. I am here to comfort and assist you."
The Doctor stood up and walked towards the hologram. "Why Rose?" He asked.
"She is someone that you care greatly for, and she will be the most likely to comfort and assist you." Was the reply. Her voice was Rose's, but it was still somehow robotic.
The Doctor smiled and said, "Thank you, but I don't need to be comforted. I need to be… I don't know. I don't deserve to be comforted. I did something horrible." He sat back down.
Rose tilted her head slightly and asked, "What did you do that is upsetting you?"
He put his head in his hands before saying, "I… I hit… I hit Clara." Tears ran down his face. "I know… I'm horrible. I'm a monster. I should just stay in here for all eternity and wallow in my grief."
Rose said, "I do not think that is a good solution. Would you like me to calculate a better one?"
He sighed and said, "No, that is the best one there is. You do remember what she did for me, don't you?! She saved me! She got torn into millions of pieces to save my life! And how do I repay her? I hit her! I slap her… while she's sleeping too. I… I'm just horrible."
Rose asked, "Was she having a disturbing dream as you did this?"
The Doctor nodded and said, "Yes, that's the reason why I did it. I just couldn't stand seeing her like that, and knowing that I was the one to cause it."
Rose tilted her head again and said, "I believe you were doing her a good deed, Doctor."
He looked up and frowned. "In what way is hitting someone a good deed?!" He yelled in exasperation.
Rose flickered as she said, "You awoke her from her disturbing dream. Did she give any indications that she was angry at you?"
He frowned and said, "Well, I don't know. I suppose she was mad at me. I… I didn't get a good look at her really."
Rose said, "You made an assumption, so there is a possibility that she isn't mad at you at all. She might be sad that you left. There is a chance of that, and from what I have observed about Clara, I can make an educated guess that she will be. You may very well be causing her more pain being here than you would cause being with her."
The Doctor stood up and said, "No, I can't go back. What if… what if I lash out like that again?! There was a red… a red mark on her face from where I had hit her so hard! I can't take that chance!"
Rose flickered again as she said, "Doctor, I have known you for approximately… a very long time, and I know that you wouldn't, to quote your words, 'lash out' on someone you love."
He frowned at the hologram and asked, "Who says I love her?!"
Rose said, "I believe you did when you and Clara talked about your other companions. And without that evidence it is also a known fact that you love all of your companions."
The Doctor sighed and stared at the hologram. "What would you know?! You're a hologram! You're not even the real Rose!"
Rose said, "No, I am not Rose. I am your TARDIS speaking through a hologram of Rose. That's exactly what I am. Your TARDIS, and you know that I know what's best."
He sighed and smiled at the hologram. He patted the console as he said, "Yeah, I know. You're my Sexy." He paused. "Thank you." He said.
Rose said, "You are very welcome, my Doctor." He smirked and started flipping switches. He wasn't as energetic as usual, but he had hope.