My Dear Professor: whouffaldi

Chapter 12: I missed you

"Who are you!?" Clara demanded, trying to sound brave but her voice cracked in the middle. The girl smirked at her but her face slowly became Johns. Her hair shortened and turned silver. John cackled in an insane way in her ears.

"Get 'er, guys." he ordered the group of people behind him.

Soon punches and kicks and slaps were thrown her way while John sat there and watched with a greedy, satisfied look on his face.

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"AHH!" Clara screamed when she woke up. She felt around the bed and clutched the sheets as if they were a life-line. Her right hand ran through her messy, sweaty hair. Her breathing was quick and short. She was clad in one of John's white button-ups and a pair of his boxers.

John ran into the room, oven mitts on his hands. "What is it!? What' wrong?!" Clara screamed at the sight of him but soon remembered it was only a nightmare.

"Sorry, dear. I had a nightmare, go back to making your food..." Clara offered a kind smile and slipped out from under the sheets. Feet met a cold floor as Clara scurried over to John and hugged him, her chest pressed against his chest. Thump...thump...thump.... she heard. The sound of his heartbeat calmed her down, made her feel at ease. John wrapped his arms around her shoulders, resting his chin on the top of her head before kissing the soft hair that laid there.

"Okay, wanna help me make some cookies? We can make gingerbread cookies again?" John offered, leading Clara into the kitchen.

Clara nodded, "Yeah, that sounds amazing, actually." she giggled before kissing John's cheek. He blushed and kissed her briefly on the lips in return. "I missed you...a lot." Clara grinned up at him before hopping on top of his countertop and dangling her legs.

John stood infront of her, his body between her knees, and wrapped his arms around her waist. He looked up at her with a look of complete adoration, "You have no idea how much I missed you, my dear." he pecked her on the lips a repeated number of times before stopping to give her a long, passionate kiss.

"Mmm." Clara moaned into the long kiss, "I missed this."

John chuckled and kissed her again, this time shortly, "So did I." They stood/sat there for a moment, gazing into each others eyes before John spoke. "So, what about those cookies?" he said, laughing. He began to pull out cookie baking materials out of the fridge and placing the cookie sheets on the counter top beside Clara. "I have to warn you, I still don't know how to make them..." he confessed.

Clara playfully glared at him before hopping off of the counter top and standing beside him. "Seriously, John? Dammit, c'mon."

The next hour was spent with teaching John how to bake gingerbread cookies all over again. Clara's body was still slightly sore from the previous night but she worked through the pain, ignoring John's pleads for her to sit for a moment. "No, no. I'm fine, John. Really, I'm fine."

"Clara, really--"

"I bloody okay, okay?!" Clara yelled, her eyes clenched shut and her fists at her sides. John looked at her, shocked and slightly scared. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have shouted.." Clara looked at him, about to cry. The whole incident made Clara just feel so fragile and weak. A tear rolled down her cheek and she sobbed lightly.

John immediately embraced her and held her to his chest. Clara's hands were gathered at her chest, pressed against his. "Shh, it's okay. I'm sorry, if you feel strong enough not to sit down, it's okay. I'm sorry, please don't cry dear." he kissed the top of her head.

Clara pulled away from his chest and wiped her cheeks, giggling in an embaressed way. "Gosh, I'm such a loser. Sorry.."

John chuckled and wiped some of her tears with his thumb, "You're definitely not a loser. It's okay, really."

Clara kissed his nose briefly, "Thank you.."

"For what?"

"Being there for me. And understanding. If you hadn't came looking for me, I'd probably be dead." Clara almost whispered.

John looked into her eyes, only seeing the happiness that she made him feel. But they were glassy and that made him very sad. "I love you, Clara."

Clara beamed, her dimples appearing, "I love you, too."

Suddenly the fire alarm went off and John rushed to get the burning cookies out of the oven. "OH NO! DAMMIT!" John shouted in frustration. He put on his oven mitts and pulled out the black cookies out of the oven. He threw them on the floor because they were burning through his oven mitts. The hardened cookies went flying onto the floor and Clara jumped back to not get hit with burnt cookies. Quickly, he retrieved the fire extinguisher and spraying it inside his oven. After he threw the extinguisher to the floor and groaned.

They looked at each other for a very long moment before bursting out laughing. The laughter continued for many minutes before they decided to simply order chinese take-out. Half an hour later, they were sitting on his sofa, eating Chinese peppered chicken and watching John's new favourite movie: Tim Burton's The Nightmare Before Christmas. "You bought the movie?" Clara asked as Jack discovered Christmas on John's telly screen.

John nodded and stuffed another piece of chicken into his mouth, one arm around Clara's shoulder. "I had to after I missed like half the movie by falling asleep." he joked.

Clara giggled, "You like it because I like it, right?" she poked his side, teasing him. He blushed, "It's true! I knew it!" Clara kissed his cheek, resulting in him blushing deeper.

"Shuddup..." he said with a chuckle.

Clara went to kiss his cheek again, but John turned his head and their lips collided. Clara quickly ran her left hand up his chest and around his next, playing with his baby hairs. John's hands found themselves at her hips and eagery pulled her closer to him. "Have I ever told you that I love you?" John whispered with a smirk against her lips.

"Yes, many times, dork." Clara giggled before kissing him harder.

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A/N: Hey guys! Sorry if this chapter is a bit rubbish, but I really like the ending :3 Kinda just shameless fluffy cute scenes :3 Hope you enjoy!