Rosewater (p)

Clara held on tight to the Doctor, kissing him with all the passion she had when he bent down to touch his lips to hers. She wraps her arms around the back of his neck, using ti leverage to give her a but more height. It was a couple minutes later that she had to break away, yawning. "Im tired. Lets go to bed, we van clean this mess up when we wake up."

Clara just enjoyed the feel of the Doctor's hand for a couple minutes while they walked till she finally chose a door at random. The door was painted bright red and it looked like it once held words. All that was left was 'A lia P nd/Wil ia s', weird. Without waiting for the Doctor to say anything, Clara opens the door. Even in her tired state, she was able to understand that the previous tenant had some good taste, but she was tired enough to not pick out very many details. The only things that drew her gaze were a couple bright blue, clearly homemade TARDIS. Handpainted and everything. Clara walks over to one and picks it up. "These are cute." She sets it back down and reaches over to grasp the Doctor's hand once more, pulling him over to the bed. She pulls back the covers on the king sized bed and crawls into it, looking expectantly up at the Doctor, waiting for him to do the same.

Clara's smile falters but only for a second before reaching out to grab the Doctor's hand. "Its only for tonight. After we are rested, we can find a new room." She pulls him onto the bed. "Tell me about her, about the girl who used to live in this room. Maybe it will help you feel better."

Clara knew exactly what he was talking about, she'd never been able to fully explain her and the Doctor's story to someone. Everything thing about their history together is rich in detail and mystery. "I wouldn't even really know where to start, our story is beyond confusing and complicated." Clara pulled the covers over them as she spoke. "For now, its time for bed. You can tell me more in the morning. I want to hear all about this Amelia Pond." The brown-eyed woman curls up against the Doctor's side, laying her head on his chest. "I love you."

Clara's dreams were haunted by a black shadow that gave off an sickening feeling whenever she looked at it to long. But she seemed to forget about it when she looked away. What caused her to jerk awake though was that at the end of her dream, the shadow was closer than ever when she looked again. Not only was it closer than usual, it continued forward till it entirely engulfed her body. Seconds later, Clara is gasping as she jerks into the sitting position. Her paled skin is sticky with cold sweat, this also causing her thick, short brown hair to cling to the back of her neck. She could still feel it touching her skin, even in her waking world. She looks back at the Doctor and her uneasy feeling seems to just disappear. A smile pulls at her lips and her cheeks are colored with blush. "Good to see that your up."

Clara squinted at the Doctor, there was something about the way he said it that sounded suspicious. But she didn't feel like she had the energy to wonder what the Timelord was trying to pull off, which was weird since she had just gotten some rest. "Sounds like we have some racist people on our hands." Clara lays back down next to her love, laying her head on his chest again. "I'll just lay here a while longer and get some more rest, I still feel really tired. You can deal with this problem alone, no matter if they like humans or not. If I was feeling up to it, I'd come."

Clara smiled as she kissed the Doctor back and watched him go. She had kinda lied to him though. She didn't feel tired, no, she felt energized and she wanted to find out more about some of his past Companions. She waits long enough for the Doctor to be surely gone before jumping out of bed to quickly run out of the room.

Clara slowly made her way down the hall, twists and turns everywhere. It almost seemed as if the TARDIS was helping her on her journey. It was only a couple minutes before she caught sight of a door the drew her attention more the others around it. It looked like it once was a bright yellow with pink and red hand painted roses on it. By now the paint faded and chipped, the words that told who it belonged to were long gone. Clara reaches for the doorknob and quickly opens it. The room inside was a total and utter mess, jeans, t-shirts and sweaters littered the floor. The walls are the deep red you find on roses, along with two words painted in gold. Bad Wolf. Clara frowns, tilting her head to the side as she stepped inside, closing the door behind her. She heads over to the unmade bed, two pictures sat on the nightstand on either side of the bed. She picks them up and finds that they both hold the same blonde-headed, smiling girl but two different men. It took a second before it clicked in her head that these men where the 9th and 10th regenerations of the Doctor. Clara knew this from her memories of her echos. She remembered the girl too but she never really caught her name and, even with them being as close as they are, the Doctor tends to avoid talking about past companions. She moves on, heading over to a dresser where she finds a red velvet book. She knew that she shouldn't, she knew that she should respect this girls privacy but curiosity won out and she opened the book. Clara was right, it was a diary, more specifically Rose Tyler's diary. The weird thing is that she expected someone to read this, it started out telling the person who she was and how she met the Doctor and how much she wanted the person reading to take care of the Doctor and show this to him after taking out the pages that explained all of this, these papers where clearly added later because they were already separated for the book. They were also folded many times and it looked like it took Rose sometime to write it because there are many different used writing utensils, pencils, many different colored pens, marker, even colored pencils. These pages were intended for the person reading to keep. Clara takes them, folding them while she read so she could stuff them in her pocket. Rose Tyler's diary recounted her adventures with the Doctor, this one in particular told of the ones with the 9th regeneration. At the end it told of the Doctor's actual regeneration into the 10th, it told about how the Doctor sacrifices himself for her by taking the time energy she had absorbed after he sent her back to her time period on Earth to save her while he stayed behind. Clara's heart skips a beat, that sounds weirdly familiar but she doesn't think about it too much as she reads more. It told about how she realized how much she loved the Doctor as she watched him regenerate in the TARDIS console room. This bothered Clara, but only for a little while, what mattered is that she was with the Doctor now. Not this Rose Tyler chick. That was the end of that book but she quickly catches sight of another one, this one slightly bigger than the one she just finished. This one has a dark blue cover and no added pages, and after doing a quick flip through, it seems to cut off suddenly after she got a little more than halfway through. After a more detailed reading, she reads that the last trip they had together was in 2012 at the time of the Olympic Games. Everyday kids where going missing and they pay a visit to a girl only to find out she has these weird powers that trapped people in drawings that she drew of them. It was all because of an alien that they eventually found at the end and sent him home. This allowed the Doctor to run with the torch. This caused Clara to smile as she gathered the books in her arms before heading back to the room. She stuffs them under the bed, deciding that now was not the time to show him them. The brown-haired woman curls up on her side after pulling the cover over herself, suddenly exhausted as she closed her eyes.

The dreams that plague Clara's unconscious state of mind now are filled with the Doctor in his many different shapes and forms looking at her with disdain, their eyes filled with hatred and disgust as she wept, huddled in a corner. They took turns ridiculing her, their words harsh and tones cold and mean. The 1st Doctor didn't even look at her, instead he looked anyway else as his arm was around Susan, who just looked at the ground. The 2nd Doctor yelled at her, waving his hands around, one of which held his recorder. The 3rd Doctor turned his head from her, refusing to even speak to her. The 4th Doctor spoke loudly, clearly and without any emotion. The 5th Doctor spoke quieter than his predecessor and his hand was intertwined with a brown-haired girl, his companion Perry Brown, who leaned over to speak in his ear. The 6th Doctor stood still, like a statue, his hands behind his back as he spoke while he looked down his nose at her, like she was nothing more but a bug under his shoe. The 7th Doctor had a timid-looking Ace standing behind his left shoulder, both of his hands rested on his cane, his voice was bored as he spoke. The 8th Doctor hadn't even noticed she existed, he was too caught up in the woman he was continuously kissing, his hands roaming her body. It was when he broke the kiss to only move his lips down her neck that Clara saw who it was. the woman was the doctor Grace Halloway. The 9th Doctor yelled at her like the 2nd Doctor did but his held more anger. Clara suspected that the only thing that kept him for charging up to her and choking her was Rose Tyler, who was holding onto his hand tightly. Rose was looking at her with sad brown eyes, her face was the kindest in the room. The 10th Doctor had his arm around a red-head that she recognized, though a small voice in her head told her that the woman's name is Donna Noble. She was smiling like she knew something that Clara didn't as the Doctor said what he wanted to say in only a few quick, clipped words. The 11th Doctor was nowhere in sight and it seemed like forever before he finally showed up. He entered the room, dragging a frightened Nova and pissed off Raider behind him. Raider was yelling at the Doctor but her words were blurred, so Clara was unable to make heads-or-tails of it. Nova was silent though, tears streaming down her face. The 11th Doctor lets go of Nova when he reached the middle of the room and uses most of his strength to throw Raider into a wall, who hit her head on it. He pulls up Nova from the floor, a furious light in his green eyes. He was shouting at her as he pulled her over to a chair and strapped her in, ignoring her cries as he turned his back on her. It was then he finally looked at the woman who was huddled in the corner of the room. He approached her with his long strides, his expression still angry. When he reaches her, he pulls her up by her upper arms. He produces a complicated looking syringe filled with flowing, golden energy and sticks the needle in her arm. A certain pleasure-pain fills her body as he pushes the end of the syringe. He then throws the thing over her shoulder and roughly pulls Clara towards him, wrapping his arms tightly around her. He whispers in her ear before kissing her. She reaches up to wrap her arms around the back on his neck as a sharp pain filled her stomach. She falls against the wall behind her as blood forces itself up her throat and out her mouth. Clara looks down and sees a knife handle sticking out from her stomach. She looks back up at the Doctor, who has backed up and is now flanked by all of his other regenerations. They all slowly approach her as she slides back down the wall and her vision fades to black.
Clara sits up in the bed so quickly that her head starts to pound and she has to lay back down. Her breaths turned into gasps as she felt her stomach for a knife that she still felt in her stomach. "DOCTOR!" She shouts for him, though she wasn't even sure that he was on the TARDIS. "DOCTOR!"

Clara wasn't aware of the Doctor till he moved her so he could hold her in his arms. Her face was red with a sudden, raging fever and her brown eyes were watery. "What's happening to me, Doctor?" She lifted a shaking hand to take her love's hand, finding that his was skin was unbelievably cooler than hers. The feeling of being stabbed has radiated out from her stomach and now she feels it all throughout her body.