A/N: I just want to say THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR READING, VOTING AND COMMENTING! You have no idea how much it means to me because I just love this story so much and I love all of you guys so much! Also, sorry for hurting your feels. Enjoy!

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Thump...thump...thump. Her head was pounding when she woke up to find a group of people smirking down at her--she counted two girls and three boys. Her back was pressed up against the hard concrete sidewalk and her head was spinning. Their expressions they wore sent fear right into Clara's core.

"Clara Oswald? Straight A English student? How interesting to see you here, darling." One of the girls purred. She had long dyed-red curly hair and wore a black over-sized beanie on her head. Clad in black biker boots, a tight red tank top, blue jeans and to top it off, a black leather jacket. Clara figured she was a couple years her senior and wore a menacing expression on her face.

"How do you know who I am?" Clara demanded, trying to sound strong but her voice cracked in the middle. "Who are you?" Clara had no idea why these people would want to hurt her because--honestly--she had never seen any of them before in her life. But the alcohol she could smell on the girl hinted that she was an angry drunk and needed to let out her frustration--or was that herself she smelled?

"Shut up, Clara." The girl mocked Clara and grabbed her by the collar of her jacket. Clara braced inpact before the red-headed girl swiftly threw her fist at Clara's face, making a loud smacking sound. A blue bruise formed immediatey. The girl grinned and punched her again and again. "Guys, c'mere, help me." the redhead snickered. Soon after the rest of the group joined in--punching, kicking and hitting he--she passed out again, secretly grateful.

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Angry fists slammed on the door of Travis's dormitory when Amelia and John arrived. Amy had gone completely Scottish when the door wasn't opened immediately. After a couple moments a dark-skinned, brown-haired boy answered the door in sweatpants and a plain t-shirt. "Hello? Amy?" he looked at the angry red-head.

"WHERE IS TRAVIS?" she shouted, pushing past him and going inside the dormitory. John followed behind her meekly. "WHERE THE BLOODY HELL IS HE?" Amy glared at the boy who was named Danny.

"He..he went out with Clara, why?" Danny said.

"Where!?"

"Near Baker Street, on the bad side of town, why?"

"Shut it, Danny. Thank you, goodbye!" Amy took Johns arm and they ran out the door, down the steps and out the door. "Baker Street, you know where that is, right?" Amy asked once she was sitting in John's car. He nodded before turning on the car and driving down the road.

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Fifteen minutes later they were walking around the dark sidewalks at midnight, yelling, "Clara! Clara Oswald!" Only a couple people were out at this time and most of them looked as if they were doing something secretive. John had his jaw clenched and was shaking from his rush of anxious adrenaline. "What if we don't find her?!" John asked, jogging down the sidewalk with Amy at his side.

Amy stopped in her tracks--him doing the same--and gave him a deathly glare, "Don't say that. We will find her!" Her eyes began to water and she quickly wiped the tears away. "She's my best friend, John. I can't loose her. And you love her, so you can't loose her either."

John looked down at the ground and bit his lip, "How do you know that?"

"Because when I say Clara's name your eyes light up. And you wouldn't be here if you didn't love her." Amelia explained simply is if it was a easy thing to explain. "Now we have to find her, c'mon." They started walking briskly down the sidewalk. After walking maybe two blocks, they heard a groan behind them.

Immediately John whipped his head around to see the source of the sound. Behind a trash can, dirty and bruised, was Clara. Unconcious. "CLARA!" John ran to her and kneeled beside her, knocking pieces of trash off of her. Obviously someone had tried to hide her, not very well, but still tried. "Oh, my dear, dear, Clara." John whispered, resting the back of her head on his thigh and stroking her face gently.

Amy kneeled on the other side of Clara, taking out a water bottle from her purse. "Oh my God, is she alright?" Amelia asked John. He didn't respond, only paying attention to the woman he loved. Amy handed him the water bottle and he put it to Clara's mouth, letting her have only sips. She was half awake and half asleep. Her eyes had not yet been opened.

Her body was covered in bruises and her cheeks were red. John could smell the alcohol on her and it made him sick to his stomach that he wasn't there to stop her from drinking it. Clara's eyes suddenly fluttered open and she let out a groan before looking at John. "John--?" she coughed. "What happened?"

"Shhh, dear. I dunno what happened, but you need to rest." John took Clara in his arms and started walking down the sidewalk. "You'll be alright, love." He whispered before kissing her on the forehead. Clara drifted back into slumber, feeling safe.

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Clara woke up the next morning in John's arms, in his bed. She smiled, not exactly knowing how she had gotten there, but not minding it. Her whole body hurt when she tried to snuggle him closer and she let out a gasp of pain. John awoke almost immediately, "What's wrong?" he said urgently, sitting up and looking at Clara. She still smells like alcohol... John thought to himself sadly.

"I'm fine, don't worry." Clara giggled, "What happened--why am I so sore?"

John held her hands in his and kissed both her cheeks twice. "I can't loose you again, I just want you to know that before I say anything. Okay?" she nodded. "I found you last night on Baker's street and you were beat up, I think. What do you remember?"

She paused before answering, having to gather her thoughts. "I remember being with Travis, telling him to take me home and I passed out. I was...drunk." Clara confessed. "He left me probably." The beautiful girl looked down at her crossed legs but John put a finger beneath her chin and tilted her face towards him. She blushed, feeling foolish.

"I need to know how you got the bruises, dear." John whispered as if he didn't want to scare her. "Do you remember?"

Clara sighed then scrunched her eyebrows in frustration, "It hurts to try and remember. Can we just move on? Please?" she said softly before collapsing into his chest and snuggling into him.

John nodded, understanding why she didn't want to remember, but he wasn't going to let it go. Despite the conflict bothering him to no end, he pulled Clara closer and kissed her hair. Her hair.

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A/N: Yay! They're back together! :3 Sorry again about killing your feels (again oops.) i LOVE YOU GUYS <3 BTW: I didn't proof-read, im too excited to publish this chapter to wait, if you see any mistakes, kindly point them out please thx xoxox <3

btw: if any of you got the Sherlock reference, congrats, have a cookie :33