(All these stories are ElevenXClara)

"Doctor?" Clara asked shakily as the Doctor was fiddling with bits on the console. Her hands were shaking and her face looked drained. Oh dear.

"What's wrong?" He asked cheerfully in an attempt to brighten her mood. He clearly hadn't seen her face, because as soon as he turned to face her, his eyes widened. She looked pale and sick. He immediately rushed over to her, cupping her face gently with a worried look spreading across his face like wildfire.

"I'm..." She began, before stopping.

"You're what? Tell me, Clara. I could help, you know."

"...well. I've been sick these past few days, remember? You held my hair when I vomited in the toilet?"

"I could scan you with the TARDIS. You could have a bug or..."

"But you don't understand...I'm late." She said as a crimson colour crept into her cheeks.

"Late for what? We have a time machine, Clara! You'll never be late for anything." He smiled innocently, brushing his thumb across her cheek.

"No, Doctor. I'm late."  She looked in to his eyes, silently pleading for him to understand.

"Wha— Ohh, ohhhhh!"  He uttered, smacking himself against his forehead with the palm of his hand. "How could I not understand?! Ugh."

"Doctor can we get back to the point please?!" Clara asked, clearly panicking at the thought that she might be carrying a child...

"Of course, of course. Wait..." He pondered at what he was about to say next. "Is it..."

"Yours?" She finished for him. "Well, since I've been on this machine for 3 weeks, and since I haven't been near anyone apart from you, I assume it is."

He rushed around the console, flicking switches and pushing buttons and twisting handles before turning the monitor to face them both. The words Clara Oswald appeared, followed by another word that changed both their lives:

Positive.