Chapter 1: Crying in the TARDIS
A/N: Welcome to the first chapter of "Suspended in Time"! I've been promising this for some time, so here you go! Just kind of a disclaimer here. I don't own Doctor Who. We've got a long ride ahead of us, so hold onto your hats. I will update this fic twice a week (most likely on Tuesdays and Sundays starting next week). I have a five chapter head start, so this should not be a problem. Oh, and if you like this or just have anything to say about this what so ever, leave a review. Please, I love them and they encourage me to become a better writer. So until the next update, I hope you enjoy xx.

She had been on this big blue box for seven months and every time she thought the Doctor was interested in her, the ghost of his ex would show up and do something like this! Why was she always a last resort? After everything she had done for the Doctor, after saving his life and splitting herself into a million pieces, how could he lead her on and then go off with his deceased wife and have sex in the room right next to hers? The walls on the TARDIS were paper thin tonight, which she was sure was the snogbox's fault considering the ship never really liked her, but the moans were getting increasingly louder. For a dead girl, she certainly could scream.

She stormed around the room trying to stop focusing on the woman's screams and the man's grunts coming from the room juxtaposed to hers, so she grabbed a pillow and thrust it over her head as she sprawled out on her freshly made bed. Think of the children you teach, think of anything other than-

"Oh, Doctor" a moan echoed through the walls.

Clara rolled her eyes. She was now sure that River was doing this on purpose. The Doctor once let it slip that River had rarely been vocal before Clara moved on board; she remembered that conversation clearly as it was also the time he had told her that he preferred River screaming and thanked her for somehow influencing her sudden change. That was the first time she realized that River was a jealous woman. She could not stand having another woman on the TARDIS with her husband, especially a woman he was attracted to. Clara smirked as she reminisced about all of the times she caught him staring at her butt or gazing at her longingly. "If only River wasn't here" she thought before snapping out of the day dream due to the sounds of rhythmic banging on her wall. They were really covering all of the bases tonight.

Instead of listening to more of the colorful language and loud throbbing coming from her neighbors, she decided to go to the TARDIS kitchen and make herself some tea. It was calmer in the kitchen and she stopped having the urge to punch someone, mainly River, so that was always a plus. She did not know if the fact that the woman fucking her Doctor was a ghost made the situation any better or if it just made it worse. The fact that the Doctor would rather be in a ghost than in her made her even more furious and she eventually slammed the tea cup down and started tearing up. After everything he has said to her, after every hand caress, compliment, gaze and smile, how could he still go back to his wife every time her ghost came back pleading for him to take her? River was not even technically alive, yet she was still beating her in the race for the Doctor's heart.

Part of her could not blame the Doctor; he and River had so much history together. They were both alive then, though. After years, centuries even, of the two of them not being together, you would think that a thousand year old time lord could move on. "But apparently not" Clara sighed out loud as he final tear flowed from her face. Her heart was breaking into a million pieces and there was nothing she could do about it. She stared blankly at her cup filled with now cold tea and breathed. Her breaths were deep and steady as she tried to get enough confidence to go back into her bedroom and possibly take a short nap. After a few minutes her boredom kicked in and she pushed out the chair she was in and left the tea on the table. She thought that making the TARDIS clean up after her was brilliant revenge for moving her room so close to the Doctor's legitimate snogbox. As she approached her door, she heard loud screaming coming from the room directly next to hers followed by silence. "How adorable" she whispered, "they climaxed at the same time. It's like a fucking fairy tale" she rolled her eyes and opened the door quietly. She halfheartedly smiled as she shut it softly and jumped onto her bed with triumph as she closed her eyes and relished in the silence.

"Clara- hey Clara… wake up!"

She looked down at her phone- It was four in the morning. No one needed her attention that badly. She rolled over and desperately clung to her pillow in an attempt to fall back asleep. After several attempts at making the voices inside of her head be quiet, she finally gave in and pulled the pillow off the top of her head and onto the area beside her. Her eyesight was blurry, but she could vaguely see the outline of a curious looking man staring at her with nothing on his body but trousers. Her mind raced to the previous night and how he was eliciting moans out of his ex-wife's mouth as she was forced to listen to every sound. She thought about how uncomfortable she was in those moments and how miserable, but now he was sitting on the edge of her bed shirtless and a genuine smile formed on her face.

"What do you want? It's so early" she groaned and sat up on her bed. She was nowhere near ready to wake up, but she had a feeling the Doctor was not going to give up easily.

"It's always a good time for adventure, Clara" he exclaimed like an over excited child.

He was properly bonkers. "You know" she breathed and tried to wipe her face clean of all signs of how exhausted she actually was, "You could take your wife".

"Clara…" he chuckled, "Don't be silly! I want to go exploring with you"!

He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the open door of her bedroom. She had gotten little to no sleep, but could never let the Doctor know that she was kept awake by his rambunctious love making. Her mind was full of questions and almost no answers. She knew that the hand that was now pulling her through the TARDIS hallways was the hand of the man who was touching another woman last night. She knew that no matter what, her jealousy had to remain hidden or else her friendship with the Doctor and the traveling that went with it would be over. She also knew that she could not ask him to take her home. Not before traveling with him today. Any sign of wanting to leave after the previous night would indicate an inability to cope with the Doctor having sexual feelings, no matter how strange, towards another woman. She could hand this. After all, she was the woman who jumped in his time stream and saved all of his lives.

Two minutes. That was how long it took to get from her room in the TARDIS to the kitchen that was now conveniently located right outside the console unit. As they entered the room, Clara noticed something all too familiar. The same cup of ice cold tea was staring them in the face. Unable to hide her distaste for the TARDIS, she let out a loud gasp and walked towards the freezing, old cup of tea and threw it into the sink. "I know you don't like me" she screamed, "but you couldn't put my cup in the sink? Really… was it too much to ask?" she huffed finally finding a chair and cradling her head in both of her hands as the Doctor completely ignored the sudden outburst.

"A new cup of tea then, I'll get right on it" he grinned as he walked over to the empty kettle and began boiling water.

She looked up at him and raised both of her eyebrows. He had simply ignored the fact that she was angry or upset. He was probably too preoccupied in his daydreams about his ex-wife and her holographic vagina to ever consider that she was feeling forgotten or jealous. She supposed it was better off this way though. No matter how many times he flirted with her, or how many involuntary and unnecessary touches they shared, he would never admit her feelings for her, or give up on his dead beloved ex-wife.

"So, where are we going today?" she managed to choke out after carefully releasing her head from the death grip her hands had on them.

"After I make you tea" he snickered and spun around to face her with both of his hands on the side of the table, "We're headed to one of the most beautiful places in the Universe! Clara, we're going to the Eye of Orion"!