Heeey guys I just thought I'd write a series of short one-shots surrounding the sixth Doctor and Clara :) It's not really mainly romance, although I might put a bit of romance in there in another chapter but idk, it's just the sixth Doctor was a bit of a prat and got a lot of hate and I feel that there was a deeper side to him. Hiding a lot of pain and stuff ya know? I just lovee him =D

By the way, that quote from the story that's in the summary is not in this chapter, it'll be in the next one, this one is just kind of explaining background details :)

So here's a couple of one-shots about how I'd imagine he feels and stuff :) Enjoy!

The first time Clara met this particular version of the Doctor, the words prat, obnoxious and jerk came to mind.

She had been travelling with the Eleventh incarnation when something apparently "Timey Wimey" had occured and she had ended up stuck in his sixth regeneration's time stream. Stumbling into his old fashioned, white themed Tardis on the first day she had met him was daunting to say the least, especially when she first locked eyes with the slightly startled looking young man standing beside the console.

She soon came to realise that his personality was a stark contrast to his bright, multicoloured coat.

"You," He pointed a finger at her almost accusingly with a look of heavy suspicion in his deep blue eyes. "How did you get in?"

"I, uh," Clara struggled t her feet, slightly lost for words and put off by the unwlecome tone in the Doctor's voice. At the time, she wasn't even sure if this was the Doctor. It certainly wasn't the Time Lord she knew. "Um, you're the Doctor, right?"

"Yes, last time I checked," The Doctor frowned haughtily, not making any move to approach closer. "I have been the Doctor for over 900 years now and I don't plan on changing that. What do you think you're doing in my Tardis?"

"Well, I don't suppose you'd like to make me a cup of tea would you?" Clara tried jokingly in an attempt to lighten the atmosphere. "It's a bit of a long story, and I'm hoping you can help me understand what exactly is going on, 'cause I'm not completely sure myself."

"Oh, bog off!" The Doctor grumbled, turning away and tapping at the controls on the Tardis, much to Clara's shock and slight dismay. "As if you could understand the logic I could try to explain to you."

"I'm capable of understanding a lot more than you'd think," Clara folded her arms and gave the curly haired Time Lord a challenging glare.

"Oh, please," The Doctor scoffed, not even bothering to look at her as he fiddled with the Tardis controls. "I have almost one thousand years of knowledge of space and time that you could not even begin to comprehend. A small, young human like you, how old are you, merely thirty?"

"I'm twenty five!"

Clara reflected on her first moments with that Doctor, the Doctor she had been trapped with for some time now. Though she was sure that the pretentious Time Lord had not even looked at her properly before making such a fleeting judgement, she had still found a mirror as soon as possible to check for grey hairs. Finding none, she realised that he was simply a jerk, trying to wind her up for his own amusment.

At first she had hated it, living in this Tardis with this Doctor, the alien and herself had clashed more often than not and he always assumed that she wouldn't understand what he was trying to explain, parading around with an air of cockyness. But more recently, Clara and the Doctor had begun to get along. His attitude towards her softened a bit, and he made her smile. She realised that this was the Doctor, whether she liked it or not, and maybe his sharp tongue didn't appeal to most people, but Clara was well able for that challenge.

The first time he had shown that he really cared for her somewhat was when they had endured a narrow escape from the Sontarans, escaping from the ship just before it erupted into a vicious explosion. Clara remembered trembling slightly, partly from fear at nearly being killed, and partly at the shock of watching thousands of Sontarans die. She knew she should be glad, but her compassionate heart told her that even though the Sontarans were not good people, they didn't deserve to die.

Watching the ship explode from the open Tardis doors as they stayed suspended in space, she felt the Doctor's arms wrap around her gently, almost cautiously. Unthinkingly, she buried her head in his chest, welcoming the contact and feeling better almost instantly.

"I'm... Sorry," The Doctor mumbled quietly against her hair, sounding as if apologising was not one of his stronger traits. "It had to be done. It was either them or us, and I couldn't let you die."

Clara fought back the tears that threatened to spill, the Doctor's suddenly compassionate tone almost causing her to get choked up. She missed the eleventh Doctor, but she was beginning to care for this Doctor just as much. After all, he was still the same man.

"Thank you," She murmured, looking up into his eyes momentraily, surprised to see that they no longer held any hostility or coldness. He nodded curtly, mouth set in a hard line. Clara smiled at him, poking a finger at the corners of his mouth in a comic attempt to make him smile. He let out a sigh of exasperation and rolled his eyes, but his lips turned upwards in an amused smile all the same, and it lit up his face like Clara had never seen before. making her feel warm inside and causing her heart to flutter.

Of course, life after that was not all hugs and smiles, but Clara felt much closer to the Doctor than she had ever felt before, though he still became irritated at her sometimes, as she did with his behaviour at her. Though she felt mostly angry at herself, was it her fault that he became annoyed at her? Was it something she had said or done? Sometimes she was sure he just hated her.

The first time the Doctor stunned her into silence was when she had wandered into the control room with a slight scowl, not in the best of moods. The Doctor had mocked her cooking skills, "My dear, Clara, I wouldn't be surprised if you could burn water," and she had been adamant to prove him wrong by baking the best soufflé there was, the perfect soufflé. Of course, things had not gone the way she had planned and she ended up wearing a layer of flour and a disappointed frown. She gave an annoyed huff as she paced the room. She had just wanted to prove something to him.

"As if you could bake a soufflé," She grumbled as she stalked across the room, speaking to herself more than anything.

"Hmm?" The Doctor looked up from the console with a curious expression. "What was that?"

"Nothing," Clara sighed, plopping herself down on the seat beside the Tardis as she watched the Doctor fiddle with the controls. It was intriguing to watch him pilot his ship, she enjoyed seeing him so passionate about something. He loved his Tardis, though she had witnessed him kick the console before when the desktop theme changed to something he didn't like. To be perfectly honest, Clara had quite liked the pink and purple flowers decorating the walls. She had laughed as the Doctor attempted to change it back to plain white.

She snapped out of her reverie and looked to the Doctor again.

The Time Lord stayed quiet, seemingly engrossed in his work at the Tardis console, but Clara soon realised that his mind was elsewhere. She leaned forward slightly, chin propped up on her hand as she watched him intently. His eyebrows were furrowed as if waging an inward battle with himself, his expression conflicted and his eyes looking at the controls on the panels but not really seeing them. Clara waited, knowing that he would speak in his own time and that it was not good to rush him.

After several minutes, which felt like an eternity to Clara, he spoke.

"Clara," He began in a tone that was almost unsure. He paused, hands gripping the edge of the console tightly and very determindly not looking at her.

When he did not continue, Clara opened her mouth to respond quesiontingly but was cut off by the Time Lord's sudden question.

"Why don't you like me?"

For the first time, Clara was rendered speechless. She opened her mouth to speak but closed it again, unknowing as to what to say and not expecting this question to come from the usually overly confident Time Lord. He still refused to look at her, staring at the console with hurt in his eyes.

"Doctor, what..." Clara began, standing up and walking over to him. "What do you mean? What's brought this on?"

"Oh, don't be dim," He scoffed, but his voice held none of the usual malice. "I know it's something to do with me. Ever since I regenerated, people haven't wanted to be around me. I know I can be a bit... Harsh at times, but," The Doctor swallowed, closing his eyes shut tightly and clutching the console so hard that his knuckles turned white. "Am I really so wrong? So undeserving of friendship? So unfixable? So... So wrong."

Clara felt her heart ache painfully at the Doctor's tone, so full of hurt and angst. She found that it hurt her, hurt her to see him drowing in self doubt and fear. He looked vunerable, and that was something she was not accostumed to.

She reached out a hand timidly and covered the Doctor's hand with her own slightly shaking one. She just wanted to hold his hand and tell him that he had got it wrong, that everything was okay. She wnated to let him know that though they had had their ups and downs, she considered him to be her Doctor.

"Doctor..." She began quietly, trying to pry his hand away from the console where it stayed firmly. She sighed, hurt that he still wouldn't look at her, staring anywhere but at her face.

"Doctor, look at me," She voiced sternly at the unresponding Time Lord. She reached up a hand and touched his face gently, turning him towards her. He obliged, having given up fighting and allowed her to look into his deep, blue eyes filled with sadness and loss.

"I just wanted to know," The Doctor's voice shook slightly. "Why- Why am I like this, if all I do is push people away?"

"Doctor," Clara ran a hand down his cheek gently, feeling tears threaten to prick her own eyes, hating seeing the Doctor look so helpless. "Why would you think I don't like you?"

"You prefered my other self, I can tell. Everyone doe-"

"Oi," Clara interrupted him sternly, straightening up as tall as she could make herself seem. "You're still the Doctor, aren't you?"

"Well, yes, but-"

"Exactly! You're the Doctor," Clara looked into his eyes firmly, willing him to understand what she was saying. "And maybe at first, I thought you were a bit of an obnoxious prat," The Doctor opened his mouth to object but Clara shushed him, a smile playing around her lips. "But I reminded myself that you're still the Doctor, and I can see that you have a softer side to you behind all that coldness. I really care about you, Doctor. You're still the Doctor, whatever the face."

The Doctor's face lightened slightly, looking thoughtful. "But-"

"I thought you hated me!" Clara exclaimed, the thought coming to her suddenly. "You were so rude to me at first, I thought it was something I'd done wrong! Something you didn't like about me! And I'm pretty brilliant," She winked jokingly, but she held a hint of seriousness in her tone.

"You thought I didn't care about you?"

The Doctor shook his head slowly as he came to terms with her sudden outburst.

"Clara I know I can be... A bit much to handle sometimes," He admitted almost sheepishly. "But I don't go out of my way to make you feel inferior..." He gave a small shrug. "At least if I do, I don't really mean it. Well, after I don't."

Clara rolled her eyes with a small chuckle as the Doctor continued.

"But I'm sorry," He looked at the ground with a slight frown. "Because there's nothing wrong with you Clara. You're one of the most brilliant and impossible people I have ever met."

Clara felt a smile spread across her face at his words and a warm feeling fluttered in her stomach. Before she realised what she was doing, she threw her arms around the Doctor's neck and embraced him in a tight hug.

"Oh," The Doctor stiffened instantly. "Um, Clara-"

"Shut up and hug me, Rainbow Man," Clara amost growled as she held onto him tightly, burying her face in his chest and showing no signs of letting go.

She felt the Doctor heave a sigh and smiled when his arms wrapped around her, holding her close to him.

"You're not just the Doctor. You're my Doctor," Clara whispered, knowing that those truthful words would clear up anymore doubt the Doctor had about her wanting to be around him.

The Doctor didn't reply, just rested his chin on her head gently, but that small gesture meant more than words. He made her happy, and she knew that if she grabbed his face and pushed the corners of his lips upwards, she could make him smile too.

For the first time, Clara felt complete.

Hope you liked that guys :) I'm thinking of writing more chapters on this, if you want? No real plot, just short one shots and drabbles like this :)

Anyone interested? If you want, leave a review to let me know what you think and if I should write more :)

Thank you guys!