Clara stared at the console; the only sound being heard the muffled noise of the Doctor fiddling with some wires under the console, and the light hum of the TARDIS. She sighed, shifting slightly, crossing her arms. They'd been ignoring each other for a full ten minutes now, neither of them willing to speak to the other.

Clara frowned as the sound of wires and small shocks stopped. She wiped the frown off of her face as the Doctor became visible, her expression turning into a cold gaze. He had goggles on, and Clara had to use all of her strength not to smile at that. He was looking down at the ground, a rag between his hands. He cleared his throat, still looking at the ground, before saying, "I'm sorry."

Clara shifted again, her arms falling to her sides. "Do I care?" She asked, hoping she sounded more confident than she felt.

He didn't move, the rag being squeezed into a tight fist. He threw it at the console, spinning around to look at her. "I'm trying to make things better here!" He said angrily.

"What, so we can shag?" She asked, raising an accusing eyebrow.

"No!" He yelled, his hands flexing in and out of fists at his sides. "I'm trying to apologize!"

Clara snickered. "I'm sorry; I can't take you seriously while you're in those goggles."

He tore them off and threw them at the ground next to her. She flinched in surprise, gulping slightly as he came nearer. He loomed over her, his eyes hooded. "Get up." He growled.

She frowned up at him, as she crossed her arms again. She quickly snapped, "You can't tell me what to do."

He knelt down, looking at her straight in the eye. He took a moment to gather himself, before calmly saying, "I'm sorry for what I said. I wasn't thinking."

"That's a surprise." She said sarcastically.

He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment before abruptly standing up. He spun around and stomped off to the console. He flicked a switch and the door to the hallway opened. "Get out." He said.

"Excuse me?" She asked, standing up.

"Get out." He repeated.

She walked up to him, glaring at his back. "And why should I?"

He breathed. "Just get out!" He yelled angrily.

"Why?" She asked again.

He spun around to face her, his face lowering to be at level with hers. "Because I'm very irritated, very upset, and very able to cause injury to you that I don't want to cause. So get out." He growled, a heated look in his eye.

She tried not to show her fear, but she'd seen this look before, many times actually. The look he got when he got so incredibly angry that his rage boiled over onto his expressions. She swallowed before walking away, her steps confident and her mind blazing.

-x-

Clara flicked through the pages of the book she now possessed, sighing out of boredom as she shut it. She looked up as she heard someone entering the library, frowning immediately when she saw the Doctor. "What do-"

She was cut off as he said, "Please, just let me talk." He walked up to her, sitting down beside her on the small love seat she currently occupied. "Clara," He breathed, "I'm honestly sorry, about what I said, about my sudden outburst, about everything." He rubbed his forehead with his hand before looking up at her. "You really don't know how wonderful you are, Clara. I'm sorry for not letting you know that… that I do care about your feelings. I'm just not good at showing that I care." She was about to say something in response when he lifted up his hand for silence. He started, "Clara, I need you. I honestly need you as a part in my life. Without you I'd… I don't even know what I'd do. I just can't imagine it. I can't imagine a life without you, and yes, I know it sounds cheesy, but it's true." He shifted so his body was facing her. "You need to know that you're special. You're not just another companion that I drag along on adventures, you really are special."

She ducked her head, fiddling with her fingers. "Yeah, I know. I'm part Time Lady now." She said weakly.

He frowned at her in disbelief. He reached up so she was facing him again. "Is that really why you think you're special to me?" He asked. "Do you really believe that if you weren't part Time Lady that I wouldn't love you as much as I do now? Because let me tell you Clara, I love you any way shape or form. Hell, if you were a bloody frog I'd probably still love you. Although that would cause some gaps in our physical relationship."

Clara giggled. "Maybe when you kissed me I'd turn into a beautiful princess."

He giggled along with her. He looked up at her, his eyes soft. "So can we start again?" He asked.

She looked up at him with a smirk. "Sure." She said quietly. He smiled wide at her. "But, first I have a question." He nodded eagerly. "Would you really have hurt me, back there?" She asked tentatively, gesturing towards the console room.

"Of course not, Clara. I just need some time to think, and I really had no other idea of how to get you out of the console room other than to drag you out kicking and screaming." He chuckled at the last bit before continuing, "Sorry if I frightened you."

"Frightened me?" She said with a raise of her eyebrows. "Of course not."

"Right, what was I thinking." He said with a light chuckle. He scratched the back of his head. "Nobody ever said this was easy, the whole relationship thing." He said with a sigh.

Clara nodded. "Nobody ever said it would be this hard either." She breathed. She turned towards him. "But we're okay now?"

He nodded with a smile. "Yeah, we're absolutely fine I think." He crawled over to her, pressing a soft kiss on her lips. "What do you think?"

"I absolutely love you." She whispered, kissing him again.

When they separated he smiled. "The feeling's mutual."

-x-

The Doctor strode into the console room confidently, straightening his lapels. He set the coordinates for their next destination as he hummed. He turned around as he heard Clara ask, "Happy, Chin?" In Old High Gallifreyan. (Please take note that I haven't a clue how to speak Gallifreyan so the words here will be in English)

His heart warmed as he stepped toward her, wrapping his hands around her waist. "I still can't believe you know how to say, 'Happy Chin' in Gallifreyan." He replied in his native tongue.

"From time to time." She replied again in Gallifreyan. "It's such a beautiful language, it's such a shame I can't speak it all the time."

He hummed in reply, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her forehead. "Not as beautiful as you."

"Oi, stop trying to be smooth in Gallifreyan." She replied.

He chuckled before spinning around and enthusiastically working at the console. "Want to see where we're going next?" He asked in his native tongue.

"Sorry, it went away again. Could you repeat that?" She asked in English.

Though his heart dropped momentarily he quickly asked, "Want to see where we're going next?"

She walked up to the console, leaning on it for support. "You might have to give me a minute. Legs are still a bit out of working order." She said with a smirk.

He smirked down at her. "Sorry about that, dear. I'll give you some time to rest, and then we'll be off!"