Martha saw Clara and tried to say 'hello' but she brushed past her; angrily, confused Martha peaked into the Doctor's room and found him sitting on the bed with his hands covering his face. She automatically guessed what had happened. Clara obviously knew.
She went back to their room and found Clara sitting on her bed staring at the floor clutching something in her hand, it looked like paper. Martha leaned against the door hoping to reason with her. "Clara-"
"I know why you're here and I don't want to talk to about it." She interrupted.
Martha sighed. "Please Clara, I just think-"
"Did you not hear me or do people in the future just don't listen?" Clara snapped giving her a hard stare. "I have nothing further to say to him or you." "Okay, fair enough," Martha nodded putting her hands up in surrender. "You have every right to be mad but don't be mad at the Doctor. He truly loves you."
"He lied to me." She said. Martha scoffed sitting beside her. "Clara, what was he supposed to say? 'Hi, I'm an alien from outer space?"
She looked at her shaking her head. "You don't get it. I thought he loved me, I thought I knew him but every other word out of his mouth was a lie. What am I supposed to think?"
Martha sighed trying to get her to understand. "He had no choice. The Doctor had to lie." She let out a light scoff. "That's rule number one with him, really; 'the Doctor lies' but it's usually for good reasons but the one thing he never lied about was how he felt about you, ever," Martha met her eyes. "Think about it." She advised.
Clara just lowered her gaze as Martha patted her arm and walked away.
She looked at the now crumbled paper in her hand, the beautiful careful drawing he did of her.
"You're gorgeous, Clara." He told her so lovingly.
The bittersweet memories of that night came back to her. Clara closed her eyes remembering his fiery lips pressing against hers, his fingers caressing along her body with his gentle touches. She hitched a breath. Those touches, no man had ever touched her like that, made her feel wanted like that nor had any man ever made love to her the way he did.
"I want you so much." Clara whispered.
"Are you sure about this?" He said softly.
"Please?" She whimpered her body aching to feel him.
The kiss the Doctor placed on her forehead telling her he would then she felt his gentle seductive lips nipping and kissing all her pleasure points while his fingertips delicately traced her body making her feel like she was the only girl in his world.
"You're mine." Clara purred. "Always, my Clara." He breathed lovingly in her ear.
She opened her eyes fighting back hot tears. Clara shook her head. Damn him for that beautiful night! Damn him for making her feel brilliant, beautiful, for wanting her the way she did him; for moving inside her so lovingly increasing her pleasure with every slow concentrating push like he, like he...
"I love you." He panted, sweating looking at her after that final slow thrust, his brown eyes so genuine and filled with more loved than a common maid like herself ever deserved.
"He loved me." She finally muttered and the tears began to fall. She lay on her side still holding the drawing close to her heart and wept softly into her pillow.
The next morning while the students were outside Martha went by the classroom and noticed the Doctor hunched over on the desk reading some papers from the TARDIS. She walked up to the desk and stood there smiling slightly. He looked up at her his eyes a bit red and tired. "Hi." He forced a smile.
"Hi, how are you holding up?" Martha said. He shrugged. "I'm fine," The Doctor replied wiping his eyes. "Clara hates me but I'm fine, I guess." He scoffed. She squeezed his hand. "I'm sorry."
The Doctor shrugged standing up attempting to act nonchalant. "Oh, I'm used to it." He sighed leaning by the window. "I'm used to it." He muttered bitterly but mainly at himself. Martha watched him. "It's okay to be upset."
He glanced at her. "What for? It's not going to do anything, really. It's not going to bring her back." She sighed heavily. "Doctor, I"
Martha started to say but he interrupted her as if on cue. "You know, I think I missed something, I'm going back to the TARDIS and retest these straw samples." He said quickly faking a smile. She just nodded. It was clear he didn't want to talk about this so she wasn't going to press. "Alright."
He looked at her concerned face. "I'm fine." He promised. Martha nodded pressing her lips into a thin smile. "I know." She said as a fact. The Doctor just gave her a faint smile squeezing her hand before leaving.
Martha felt so bad for him but nothing she could do. She shook her head and left.
Clara stared from the behind the door as Martha walked past without noticing her. She had been listening in on their conversation not that she meant to she had to clean that classroom, anyway but secretly she was also curious to see how the Doctor was doing and it bothered her.
She chewed her lower lip, she was beginning to regret her words. Maybe she was too harsh but right now, she was so confused she didn't know what to do. Clara sighed and went inside to clean when she noticed Nurse Redfern standing outside the widow giving her a creepy evil smile and doing a sniffing motion.
Clara frowned watching her stand in the field and her eyes close almost like she was concentrating. "What's she doing?" She wondered coming closer. Clara was tempted to poke her head out for a closer look or to call out to her.
'Please, stay away from Jeremy and Nurse Redfern, Clara.' The Doctor's plea repeating in her mind giving her chills making her hesitant. Suddenly the headmaster spoke interrupting her thoughts.
"Don't you have work to do, Miss Oswald?" Mr. Rocastle said with a disapproving scowl.
"Um, yes, sir." She replied, politely curtsying. He nodded and walked past her. When Clara looked back at the window Joan was gone. "Where'd she go?" Clara thought looking around but saw nothing just trees.
Remembering the Doctor's warning she shuddered and decided to come back later and quickly walked away.
Author Note: Hi, quick note: the words in italics represent a memory or flashback. :)