Rosewater (p)

Clara fumbled with the groceries that she held in her arms as she kicked the door shut behind her. She hangs her keys up on a rack, blowing the brown strands of hair out of her face as she did so. Clara turns the corner so she faced her apartment's bedroom. Her gaze was on the ground, so the first thing she saw were dark colored dress shoes. Shock rushes through her veins as if she was just injected with the emotion. Her gaze slowly trails upward and lands on a purple tweed jacket that covered a dark waistcoat which covered a white dress shirt...even that small golden watch with its was there. When Clara finally reached his face, she already knew what she would see but it still hit her hard enough to make all of the air in her lungs escape. The bags fall from her arms, their contents spilling out once they hit the floor. The Companion's wide, brown eyes fill up with tears as puts a hand over her mouth, so when she spoke, her voice was muffled. "Doctor...."

Clara opened her mouth to say something but not sound passes her lips. She just throws herself into the Doctor's arms, wrapping her own around him tightly as sobbed into his purple jacket. "But you've changed! I had gotten over you, I even met someone but here you are...with your sad eyes, floppy brown hair and that goofy grin that makes me want to smack you sometimes. Now your back after Danny died and you left."

And I love you... Clara bit her lip at the thought, the pain that lanced through her was that only thing that kept her from saying it. "Yes, you left me. You said you had found Gallifrey and that you were going home. I didn't believe you though, I just let you go because I thought you needed some time alone. Even though you regenerated, you still have those big, sad eyes that are so easy to read." She pulls back slightly so she could look the Doctor's eyes, though she kept her hands on him, her fingers were digging into his tweed jacket.

Clara internally smacked her forehead. "I have already told you more than I should've. I can't tell you anything else...." The woman squints her eyes at the Doctor. "Where are you in my timeline? When was the last time you saw me?" She was clearly trying to change the subject, she hoped he'd just drop it and answer her.

Heavy breathing could be heard coming from the other side of the line, along with the faint sound of rapid footsteps. As if the person was running. "Husband, I am really in need of your assistance. I'm in quite a pickle, can't your 'appointment' be put on hold for just a second?" The voice that came through was unmistakably the Doctor's wife, the Murderer. "Just remember this though, you were the one who put my TARDIS on lock down so I can't have access to it for another hundred years or so."

Clara followed the Doctor absently, watching him intently as he answered the phone. She stayed quite for a couple minutes before speaking up again. "Who is it?"

The next words tumble from Clara's mouth before she could stop them. "I always need you, Doctor. No matter what shape or form you are in, I will always need you." She slaps a hand over her mouth as her brown eyes go wide and bright red blush fills her cheeks. She quickly turns away from the Doctor and runs under the console.

Clara couldn't make sense of the feelings that were wrestling inside of her. Why, after all she has been through, would fate decide that it would be perfect to throw this version of the Doctor at her. The brown-eyed woman falls to her knees as her vision blurred as they filled up with tears once more. This was just too close to Danny's death. Clara wipes her art cheeks and slowly stood as she composed herself. She smooths her wrinkled, dark green shirt while she made her way up the stairs. "Now, where is this estranged wife of yours?"

Clara walked towards the console till she was able to lean against it near the Doctor. "I could tell, the Murderer normally never calls you. She just shows up, out of the blue, almost always a different regeneration." A flash of jealousy flow through Clara's body at the full on thought of the Doctor's wife, the Murderer. the Time lady has been a part of the Doctor's life for so long and, even after all that she has done, she still held his heart....his love. Clara knew she could never compete with someone like Raider.

Clara smiled as the Doctor tapped her nose. She couldn't believe how much she missed the small gesture he used to always do, a light tap on the nose whenever the chance presented itself, usually during a conversation. Let's go and find her. Then, we can go traveling. I've missed you."

A woman with bright orange hair comes from around the corner of the crudely made wall of stone. Her grey eyes widen as her lips break out in a smile of pure happiness, a smile that looked completely out of place on someone like the Murderer. She runs towards her husband, wrapping her arms around him the moment she got close enough. She reaches up and places a kiss right on the Doctor's lips, causing Clara to turn her head away. Just the reaction the Murderer was hoping for. She draws a needle filled with a sleeping serum from her leather jackets pocket and injects it into the Doctor. He won't feel a thing, expect for a small prick and serum doesn't work right away, it needs time to work its way through his system.