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::Part Two::
Her eyes look up and she immediately snatches the stick from the Doctor in order to see for herself- like her judgement was needed to certify the Doctor's facial expression. When she finally sees it, the result on the plastic, her eyes widen to an almost inhuman extent. "Oh my stars…"
This is real? Actually, properly, real?
"Clara, I-" he starts, stuttering slightly, because he seriously doesn't know how this sentence is going to end. He doesn't know what words are going to make this situation any easier, any less impossible… He's never been faced with this before. Not with a human, not with one of his companions; then again he's never met anyone quite like Clara Oswald, has he? He's never felt the way he feels for Clara for anyone else before. It's odd.
"I thought you said humans and Time Lord's couldn't procreate," she says, still examining the test in order to find some sort of fault with it. The more she looks, the more real it seems to become- less and less flaws she can see. "I thought you said we didn't need to worry about that."
"They don't! Well…" he argues back weakly as evidently, they do, and Clara just gives him a look which suggests don't try that one on me, chin boy. He scratches the back of his ear nervously. "I just assumed we didn't! Erm, well, technically, humans and Time Lords have never, y'know, before so… It's never happened before!"
"Oh. Well!" Clara scoffs, "If it's never happened before, that means it won't!"
The Doctor shakes his head in retaliation. "Time Lord's and humans are completely different, Clara! We're not compatible with many species. I assumed –stupidly, as it seems- that that factor applied to humans too."
Her eyebrows rise as questions start to fill her brain. "Wait- we are biologically compatible, aren't we?"
"Yes! Well, so it seems," the Doctor points out, "If we weren't biologically compatible you'd be dead already."
"Reassuring." she mutters to herself, even though she's anything but. She's pregnant. With a Time Lord. How is this ever, ever going to work? Even the Doctor hasn't got a clue how this pregnancy would pan out and god knows what could happen further down the line. She's only ever known one Time Lord but she knows just how complicated the species is. How could that affect her? "I'm going to my room."
She taps the stick against her fingers for a few seconds, before briefly looking up at the Doctor for a split-second and making her way down the corridor.
"Wait- Clara!" the Doctor reaches out for her shoulder and pulls her back ever so slightly. "Shouldn't we talk about this?"
"I need…" she pauses as she presses the bridge of her nose with her fingertips. She doesn't even know what she needs or what she wants or even what to think. "Some time alone."
He frowns. If anything, she should be with him right now. This is a thing they've done together and that required some decisions. He's never acted like a grown-up or even tried to, but he can for something as an important and life-changing as this. "Alone?"
"Yes. Alone." she smiles up at him, and he swears there are tears developing in the corners of her eyes. "I need to think things through."
And he really should say something to try and stop her, but he just nods pointlessly and frivolously and flicks his wrist in the direction of the corridor. She nods back and before he knows it, she's gone.
-x-
She sits on the edge of her bed. Her room; well, it's not usually a place she spends most of her time anymore. She's usually with the Doctor and his room is just next-door. But this time- well, it seems more of a her room moment.
She can't look at the test anymore. She can't find any fault in it and that scares her all the more. She's always wanted children, maybe sometime in the future, but not like this. Completely unexpected and early and with a man who is probably over a thousand years older than she is. That's quite the age gap.
And, a man whose a completely different species to her. Giving birth scares her enough as it is, but the fact that she would probably give birth to a baby with two hearts and a superior brain and god knows how many complexities along the way is just terrifying. But could she get rid of it? Could she really? Clara Oswald understands hardship and she can cope with it. But could she cope with a baby?
Her hands flicker over her stomach for half a moment. She couldn't kill it. Her baby. That's just something she can't possibly do; and she doubts that the Doctor could let her do it. He's the last one. The last of his kind. How could he let her kill something that would make him that bit less alone in the universe?
But it's her body. Oh damn it, why did there have to be so many possibilities?
He may be a thousand years old, but Clara isn't sure if he's ready for this sort of responsibility and she's not sure if she is either. Granted, she should've been a bit less careless when jumping into bed with a Time Lord and just agreeing when he says 'don't worry, we're not compatible'- but when you're so high on adrenaline and you're just going crazy at the sight of each other it's not the first thought that comes to mind.
She falls back onto the bed, her hair spilling across the duvet like a brunette silky sheet. What had they done? What can they do?
Does he still want her now she's pregnant?
She shudders at the thought. She's never deemed the Doctor as one of those people to walk out on her now when she needs him most- but he can be so unpredictable at times it scares her. What if she tells him she wants to keep it but he sends her home because of it?
No. He wouldn't do that. Would he?
There's a quiet knock on the door. Instantly, she gets up from her position on the bed and with a quick eye roll she approaches the entrance. She's told him she wants some time alone but does he ever listen?
She pulls open the door and is about to tell him to go away but she stops in her tracks. The Doctor is smiling sheepishly in the doorway; holding the biggest tub of ice-cream she's ever seen, two scoops, a big crocheted blanket and a massive pile of DVDs (which all coincidentally appear to be her favourite movies).
"We can talk later if you want," he suggests, "But we take each day as it comes, Clara. We do things when you're ready for them and I'll support you every step of the way."
She smiles ever so slightly, leaning into the doorframe. "You're not going to leave me?"
He gasps at the very thought. "Absolutely not! We've done this thing together Clara and it is too late to go back and change it now- but, hey, when have I been ready for anything? Just because we're not strictly ready for this Clara doesn't mean I don't want this. Us."
The corners of her mouth turn up in a grin. Sometimes, he can really say the right things at the right time. This situation isn't ideal, but they'll cope. Like they always do and always will. "So… What flavour of ice-cream is that?"
"Every flavour!" he announces excitedly, "And I've got all your favourite movies. All of them. So what do you say? Fun movie day today, serious conversation tomorrow?"
She takes a scoop out of his hand and starts to walk down the corridor with him at her heels. "Sounds like a plan to me."