#scottishbarbie

Two little lines. Two lines that are going to change everything Clara knows about travelling with The Doctor.

  Denial. Head to toe, Clara was filled with it. Questions and thoughts racing around Clara’s head as if it was a racing track. This can’t even be true. The Doctor said we weren't compatible for something like this. “Something” This isn't just ‘something’ though is it? This is huge, this is a baby. Growing inside of me every second of every day, with its time travelling mummy and daddy, who are totally and utterly oblivious to this child, our child. Until now. 

“I can’t tell The Doctor. How can I even tell him?”  

“Clara? Are you okay in there? It’s been what, 324 years now? What are you doing?” The Doctor asks worryingly.

Clara smirks. He’s so stupid, but he knows how to make her laugh. “324 years? That doesn't count, you've been travelling while I've been in here. Don’t worry, I’ll be a few seconds.”

Clara turns towards the mirror and analyses herself. Her face has completely lost its entire colour, from the fact she can’t stop throwing up her stomach every hour. But on the positive side of things, her hair has grown a lot. As well as her boobs and bum. “I doubt The Doctor has even realized. Oh well.”  The thing that worries Clara the most is that she doesn't know how far along she is. And the fact her baby is half time lord could mean anything. What if it comes out with three arms or something?

Clara comes back to reality and realizes there is persistent banging on the door.

“Claraaaaa! Come on! Winston is waiting.”

well that wasnt what i was expecting

and i meant to say thanks??