Yay, Whoufleé stuff! Thank you for clicking in! First bit of this story is a drabble - next one will be an one-shot of a sort! I did say that this Whoufleé story will be a mix of drabbles and one-shots, so hold tight!

Enjoy!

Weakness

Clara Oswald had small weaknesses for everything. A weakness for soufflés, a weakness for dresses, a weakness for anything that might possibly bring her back to her mother.

But there was one weakness that always, always, always came back to one person.

The Doctor.

Clara's Doctor. It didn't matter what he wanted or what he was going to do – Clara just knew that there was something inside of her that always wanted to be the one to help him, or be by his side, or perhaps, even, be the one to save him. And there were a few times in which the Doctor actually confessed that Clara was the one who saved him – perhaps in more ways that Clara understood, whatever that meant.

But either way, Clara kept those words close to her heart. Those words were precious to her.

So, yes, Clara had a weakness for the Doctor – not those odd, somewhat perverted weaknesses that some people liked to think of – of course not. But maybe a small weakness for the Doctor in Clara's heart – a small weakness that made her want to stay with the Doctor forever, that made her want him to never, ever change. A small weakness which forced Clara to run into his arms every time he appeared on Wednesday afternoons.

Clara hoped that maybe, her weakness might take her somewhere for good someday. And maybe, the Doctor might have the same weakness for her.

A/N - Maybe this drabble was a bit one-sided, but I hope you enjoyed it, anyways. :)

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