Title: Jet Pack Blues

Word Count: 1,578

Characters: 12th Doctor, Clara Oswald, and the TARDIS, because lets face it, that machine is quite the character.

Rating: T (Launguage...)

Summary: Clara thinks that the Doctor has left her on Earth with out notice and gets a little paranoid as she confronts her worst fear.

Song Lyrics: Jet Pack Blues, by Fall Out Boy. (Legit my favorite song off of AB/AP)

I've got those jet pack blues
Just like Judy
The kind that makes June feel like September
I'm the last one that you'll ever remember

And I'm trying to find that peace of mind
Behind these two white highway lines
When the city goes silent
The ringing in my ears gets violent

She's sitting outside in the dark on a rainy Wednesday evening waiting for him to show up in that uncanny space ship of his. He was supposed to meet her this morning at eight, just before she had to go to work. She knows that the Time Lord never really keeps track of time and that it's really the TARDIS doing the piloting. (Although, you would think that he would have a rather acute sense of time, considering he is called a Time Lord.)

She knows he's just running late; surely he wouldn't just leave her without notice. Despite his grumpy appearance these days, she knows that he cares very deeply for her and it would most definitely pain him to leave her without saying good bye. (Like he tried to do when he sent her away before he looked like an old man.)

But, these reassuring thoughts aren't keeping all the doubts out of her head, and before she knows it she is crying; she's terrified that he's left her again.

She doesn't know why she's frightened, she knows that his abonnement of her was bound to happen eventually, and she shouldn't be scared of the inevitable. But she's just a stupid girl that's too attached to a silly old spaceman that can't really die. She doesn't think she's ever going to be ready to let him go.

She supposes she isn't at fault for her relatively short lifespan and neither is it his fault for the many lives he still has left to live. It's not fair to her – it's not and it never will be – she feels as if she's been robbed of the time with her charming and mostly imaginative Eleventh (damn, how she loved that man.) and she still loves the Twelfth, maybe even more than she loved the last (Which was quite wholeheartedly).

She just can't shake that feeling that something tragic is going to happen to them yet again.

Hopefully, she won't have to lose him; she doesn't think she'll be able to deal with that again, but you never know with the Doctor, and besides, all the hope in the world is still going to make the Universe laugh and pull the strings the other way.

She's cold and tired and cranky and wet, so she picks herself up off the bench that standing on the sidewalk outside her flat and she trudges her way back inside. She wipes off the salty mix of tears and rain that make their way down her face as she unlocks her apartment door.

The door is blocked by the back side of a deep blue machine which makes a weird beeping gurgling sound as she runs into it and lets out a string of words not fit for the ears of men. She lets out an angry sigh and she yells, "You've got to be kidding me."

She hears a door open and slam shut and the scuffle of footsteps that she knows to be his coming from the other side of her doorway's obstruction.

"Hello, Clara!" he calls in his usual Scottish accent that she still isn't quite accustomed to yet.

"Doctor," she says angrily, "I've been waiting outside for you since I've gotten home from work and you arrive on my doorstep – in the middle of my doorway at eight thirty-two in the evening, are you for real" she could almost see the sour look on his face.

"I happen to have been waiting here for you to get home from work. I could have been saving galaxies but I've been stuck on this rotund planet all afternoon." He says angrily, but she knows he doesn't mean it; he can't mean it. She knows how much she means to him – how much this planet means to him, it's the closest thing he has to a home.

"Don't you pull that on me, Mister." She says forcefully, no caring of her neighbors here her causing a conundrum, "Don't you fucking dare; I thought you left me for the dogs out there. I didn't think you were coming for me. Do you know what that's like? I thought you were abandoning me again, Doctor." She chokes down her tears that are threatening to deluge down her face. "I'm sorry." She says as she brushes the warm salty tears off her cheeks.

She doesn't hear him say anything in response. She just sees the TARDIS dematerialize an she starts to scream about what a god awful coward he is, that he can't even face an angry woman. She continued to enter her flat with an angry slam of the door and bitter mumbling. She didn't hear or see the TARDIS as she went into her bedroom and she began to wonder why she was so upset in the first place.

He wasn't going to leave her, not until it was absolutely necessary, which meant she was dead, but who knows, maybe he'll carry her corpse around time and space with him. (She really hopes he doesn't.) She can't believe how daft she can be; she knows that after all she's done for him, and vice versa that he would never desert her like that, no matter how angry her (or she) might be.

She spots the TARDIS which had just appeared next to her bed. The machine makes an extremely obnoxious noise and she rolls her eyes. She then sheepishly rushes inside.

He's standing at the console staring blankly almost as if he's trying to think of something to say.

"Doctor," she peeps out. He turns to look at her in a pained expression painted clearly on his face, "I'm sorry for blowing up in your face; I just really had a rough day and my patience was worn thin." She sighs, "It isn't your fault."

"Clara," he begins, but she doesn't let him finish.

"Listen, I just got really paranoid and I thought you were going to just go off and leave me here again without saying goodbye, which I know you would ever do intentionally, but I'm just really scared of that."

"Clara," he says gently, "I'm not angry with you; I could never be angry with you." He looks down at the ground trying to think of something comforting to say, "You've done so many things for me simply because you care, and it would kill me to be without you. So, I'm sorry for accidently causing you to have a minor heart attack."

She smiles and lets out a small laugh through her leaking tears.

"You're so cute when you're all heartwarming." She lightly punches his shoulder in jest.

"Shut up, you." He smiles back.

She gives him a kiss on the cheek. He smiles even wider and she saunters to the other side of the bunch of random buttons, not wanting her to see him smiling like a lunatic because of the affect she had on him.

"So, Clara, where to? We could go to Casa Blanca, Pugnanox, and The Medusa Cascade?"

"Just pick one, I don't care; make it somewhere beautiful and happy and bright. And somewhere thrilling. I can use a good run. But make it snappy; I don't have all night."

"You are extremely bossy, you know that right?"

"And you love it. Now shush and get cracking on those planets. That's an order.

"Aye, Aye, Captain." He rolls his ancient eyes knowing that she's said many renditions of her previous sentence and it's getting quite predictable. But he doesn't mind, just as long as she's right here with him, he couldn't be happier.

She's in a long black coat tonight
Waiting for me in the downpour outside
She's singing "Baby come home" in a melody of tears
While the rhythm of the rain keeps time

And I remember "Baby, come home"
I remember "Baby, come home"
I remember "Baby, come home"
I remember "Baby, come home"

Did you ever love her? Do you know?
Or did you never want to be alone?

And she was singing "Baby, come home"
"Baby, come home"

AN: Hello Lovelies! I'm sorry to keep you waiting for this but I've been busy with my play, Mary Poppins, which was a huge success, for the last two weekends and I haven't a second to spare.

I hope this makes up for my leave of absence! I've been really getting into Whouffladi lately, idk their chemistry is just really adorable and angst-y and I can't get enough of it!

I think that this fic is going to have at least three or four more one-shots before it comes to a close, because I hate to say it, but I'm losing motivation to write one-shot motivated by songs. So if you would like to suggest a song (preferably an alternative one) or a scenario that would be lovely!

Thank you all so much for your continued support, I honestly don't think I'd be writing if it wasn't for you wonderful people (Especially Matt (theshippingprince), who is literally my fanfiction bestie. Thanks homie.)

Love you guys so much, and hopefully you'll be seeing me fore frequently appearing in your notifications!

-bleuboxes