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Clara needed to find some way to let out her feelings. The Doctor had taken her to hundreds of places during our designated week together, and had also shagged her more times than she could recall. A journal would be easily read by the prying eyes of Angie, and a laptop hacked by her brother just as fast. She looked around the room that she lived in (really their attic) to try and find something she could use. And then Clara remembered.

Two Days Earlier, at a market on the planet Terraria.

The Doctor gives me a handful of coins, and says, "We both buy a gift for each other, alright?" I nod. "After we buy it, we'll meet up over at the TARDIS. Deal?" I hold out her hand, which he grasps in a warm shake. "Deal." We set off in different directions, and when I can no longer see him, hurry to one stand that has caught her eye. Covered with various objects, from keys to locks, from necklaces to compacted stars, I pick out four things; A silver key that I get engraved with her name and his own in Gallifreyan, a heart lock that changes colours every minute, a small piece of rock that was apparently a part of his planet, and a book that contained a handwritten list of every single place in the universe.

After buying everything and putting it all in a bag (The book I put in a backpack) I walk back to the TARDIS, and there he is leaning on the doorway, his hair in his face, legs crossed, as handsome as I had ever seen him with clothes on. He grins when I reach him, and he snaps, the doors flying open. I grab his hand and bring him into the kitchen. "I got you these." He looks overjoyed, and at the book, laughs. "I remember writing this. Back home." He stares at the cover for a bit, and then jumps back into reality. "I bought you, Clara, a few things for when the kids poke in your room." He hands me a blank book with "My Life on the TARDIS" painted in gold on the cover, with a place to keep a lock on the side that opens, a golden lock, and a blue box painted to look like the TARDIS. "I didn't buy the box," he says, "It was in the library. You alone can open it; I set it to open to your fingerprints." He picked up the lock. "This opens only when you say your name. Only to your voice." He then dug a hand into his trouser pockets, and proceeded to bring up a golden key. "Keep this with you," he tells me, placing the key into her palm. "It's a key to the TARDIS."

Clara found the box, opened it, then the lock on the book. She wrote about their journeys, the Dalek she had defeated with nothing but a downed power line in water, the times they made love in the rooms the endless TARDIS held, the way she had cried from happiness when he asked her to marry him, when she had flung herself onto his chest, fallen backwards, and had nearly been mistaken for the King and Queen of England and married in Westminster Abbey in 1562. And how she could do it all again if she was able to. After all, a week can last forever in the TARDIS. Because in there, time never stays in a line. It's wibbly-wobbly. And is also the best thing in the universe.

Clara wasn't alone. She kept telling herself that in the darkness of her bedroom in the TARDIS, that she really wasn't alone; The Doctor was sleeping beside her, or what she thought was sleeping. He suddenly sat up, clutching her tightly. She tried to calm him down, but he was breathing in hyperventilating heaves, saying over and over again, "She's still alive. She's still alive. Clara's still alive." Clara rubbed his back, and he leaned his head on her shoulder, still breathing like a person who had just lived through Hell and back, which she knew he had all his life.

Clara combed his hair through her fingers, and he started speaking.

"I had a nightmare, Clara. We were on Gallifrey. And I was about to do the worst thing I've ever done. I was about to destroy my people before anything else could go wrong. We ran into the TARDIS, but you fell as we left, and fell back onto Gallifrey, just as the explosion happened, and I felt like a part of me died, like I wouldn't feel happy ever again…" She shushed him. "It's okay. That was hundreds of years ago. You don't have to suffer about it anymore. It happened, and when we dwell in the past, we won't ever be able to look towards the present, and you thought you might have saved it. Remember that. Okay?" He nodded. "Okay…" He stared at her for a few minutes, not even moving from his position on her heart, and Clara felt like he was just listening to the human heartbeat that was now a part of his own forever. She tried to move, but he just held her fast, not letting her body budge. "No. I just…I need to hear it a bit more." He kept his ear there for a while, and when he was satisfied about her steady beat, kissed the area over the vital part of her that kept him sane. "I've been travelling with humans for years, but I've never been able to hear this with my actual ear." Clara laughed. "I'd never need to guess the way your face looked." He held onto the back of her head and brought her lips down to his, her hand going to his cheek. Their lips started going quicker and harder together, and soon he was bringing her tank top over her head as she hurriedly got him undressed.

Once that part was over in a minute, she straddled his lap, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. They both gasped; even though they did it hundreds of times, each time felt better and better. She was on top of the world, going up, higher, higher, up to the sky, up past stars, past galaxies and universes. She came back down with the speed of a falling meteor, screaming out his name. The euphoria was huge; they were shaking for minutes, hours. Time was nothing to them. It was just Clara holding him to the solid ground, and he was keeping her from going insane. It was always moments like these little things that made her think that destiny wasn't all rubbish, that maybe they had been brought together in just that way.

The Doctor stirred, and she rolled off of him, landing on her back. He got out of her bed, and before going back to the console room, kissed her, and said, "Good night, Clara." She grabbed his hand with amazing speed, and he turned around. Clara felt like he wasn't staring at her body like he sometimes did. They looked into each other's faces, reading each contour. She sat up on her knees and kissed his hand. "You are mine, Doctor. I want to tell you that. You are mine, and I am forever endlessly and hopelessly yours." Clara saw his eyes shine, and he hugged her, kissing her shoulder gently. "I know. I have been since the second you ran away with me."

After he left her bedroom, she got up, putting her robe on to cover up her naked body. Standing up on her feet, she felt her legs wobble. "Bloody hell, no wonder I felt shaky." she stepped carefully into the bathroom opposite her door, and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was messy, fly-aways making me look as if I had been electrocuted. Her skin was shining with sweat, her lips red, and five dark red marks all along her collarbone and neck. I touched one, which was just on the crook of her neck. She grinned. It was over the spot where another had been just days earlier.

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