Title: Liars

Word Count: 1,156

Characters: 11th Doctor, Clara Oswald

Summary: (Drabble) The progression of their 'are we best friends or something more' relationship and what it sort of means to them.

Rating: T

Song Lyrics: "Our Lawyer Mad Us Change the Name of This Song So We Wouldn't Get Sued" by Fall Out Boy (damn that's a mouthful)

Brothers and sisters put this record down
Take my advice 'cause we are bad news
We will leave you high and dry
It's not worth the hearing you'll lose

It's just past eight and I'm feeling young and reckless
The ribbon on my wrist says, "Do not open before Christmas."

She has this unnerving essence of elegance that she carries as she saunters her way through out the solar systems and frankly, it's putting his clumsy self on edge. But mostly, he can't stop staring at her as she confidently walks up to some alternate life form that looks like its mother dropped it on its head while it was but a child and she tells it that if it doesn't stop its evil scheme now, the Doctor will stop it; she secretly always hopes that the antagonist will choose to continue with its plans to do whatever it is its doing because she likes seeing the Doctor act all grown up.

And maybe that's the difference between them; she craves danger and he always seems to find it.

She supposes that it's alright that she's addicted to the adrenaline rushes she gets when they are running for their lives; she believes that this is what living really is – exciting and intoxicating. Maybe, she thinks to herself all t often that life is what the Doctor represents, not just to her, but to everyone throughout the universe.

She wants to stay with him forever, even if her forever is just a little dent in his.

She convinces herself that she's okay with that, with just being another girl, another companion. She doesn't understand why he uses such an intimate word to describe each of the humans that he's picked up along his long journey through time and space; she's almost insulted by it. It insinuates so much – a companion could be a lover; it could be a very dear friend. Companionship, at least in her mind, assimilates a trustworthy bond where both parts know the other so well that they might as well be the same person.

She feels as if he knows her life story and she knows not even three sixteenths of his. (She knows that's not true; he's just as puzzled by her that she is of him, thought she hasn't the slightest idea why.)

But really, there isn't a better word for his traveling partners other than 'companion'. His companions are his best friends and he tells them all that he's comfortable with telling them, even everyone has secrets, him more than most. There is a certain intimateness that they share and he feels that such a relationship is very important, especially when running for dear life from things in the cosmos.

So they can agree to disagree.

Maybe that's why they are so annoyingly in love with each other.

It's sickening really, the sexual tension in the room. All they do is sneak glances at each other; he's becoming progressively more self-conscious when he trips over thin air (How he even manages that is beyond her comprehension.), and she's been putting a little bit more effort into her weekly Wednesday appearances.

It's gotten to the point where the TARDIS wants to lock them both in a closet so they can talk about their feeling and just get over the 'Are we best friends or something more' stage.

But knowing the Doctor, Clara is certain that the ancient little boy will never tell her the words that she's dying to hear, and that sort of breaks her little human heart. But she doesn't give up hope, she simply puts on her 'Amelia Pond' and waits for him to talk to her and tell her that he cares a little too much about her.

She doesn't let the love struck little girl part of her take over though, she always seems to accessorize herself with her cute clothes and smart ass persona, making her seem a whole lot braver then she actual is.

And he knows that she's pretending, he knows the routine all too well. He's a shell of a man that used to be good. He blinds the world with this watered down goodness that only he has and most of the time, he believes that he's actually being the better man, the greater good.

But he's not, and deep down, they both know it.

They're only liars, and despite it all, they both know that they're damn good at it.

Because between all the down boy-s and the Geronimo-s they both know that their just in this mad dance around the elephant in the room, and eventually its going to trample them. She's okay with it; he's not so sure. Then again, he's never sure of anything these days, most of the time all he sees is a blur between the fine line of moral and inhumane.

Clara knows; she always does. He's troubled and old, and sometimes he's confused, but that's why she believes that she loves him; she helps him decipher what's wrong and right. He loves her for pretty much the same reason.

She knows that she's stupid and human and annoying and flirtatious, and she knows that sometimes he absolutely loathes her for it, but that's who she is and that's who she always will be, granted she won't always be as young or as out there as she is now. And he's childish and ingenious and silly and mad, and it pisses the crap out of her, but that's what she loves about him; he's so unlike mankind and that makes him so much more special to her.

She's just like any normal human girl and he's got her ensnared in his childish yet charming manner of intelligence and wit. And he's just like any ordinary alien male, caught up in her cute little human clothes and her short person and her tiny life span and just like that he's gone and fallen in love with her.

They've both known for a while now; it's really quite impossible to not notice with the glances they give another. She knows by the tiny kisses and acts of adoration he gives her every second of the day that he loves her.

And, well, he knows that she loves him because she's kept reappearing in his mad little journeys around the universe, and no sane human would ever do such a thing if they didn't love the one piloting the one piloting the crazy spaceship with a mind of her own.

We're only liars, but we're the best (we're the best)
We're only good for the latest trends
We're only good cause you can have almost famous friends
Besides, we've got such good fashion sense

Okay well, I started writing this on Sunday because I forced myself to write at least something for you guys. It's a drabble, mostly and I'm sure that there are some mistakes, which I will fix later but it's like ten o'clock and Imp just too lazy to go through the grit and grind of proof reading now. ( PEOPLE WHO WOULD LIKE TO BETA)

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