Chapter 48 - "Rumours..."

'Jesus. Was you supposed to be standing right there?' Clara said as she crouched right down and saw how much blood was gushing from his nose.

John blinked heavily as tears streamed from his eyes. Not because he was in pain but because it just happens. He hit his nose with force on the door and felt it jolt right through his nose and his head.

'I'm fine. Door just got in my way' he scoffed, as she grabbed some paper towels and pushed them on his face, making him hold them too and helping him up.

'Good job were in a broom cupboard. As many paper towels as you could possibly wish for' Clara smirked down at him and he just shook his head. 'Come on. Better get you to the ward. That probably needs an x ray' she said as his words were all muffled by the paper towels and blood everywhere.

- - -

'What the hell?' Rory muttered knowing that it's not a day without something dramatic happening.

'It's just a bit of blood' John scoffed sitting down in his office. 'It will clear up on its own' he said dropping the paper towels as Clara grabbed the bottom of his chin and analysed it.

'Hmm. Looks pretty bad. But it doesn't look broken. Just bruised' she said unable to keep the smirk from her face in this moment.

'It's not funny. Rory can you make sure that guy and his kid have been discharged and off the premises'

'You saying he did this?'

'If he hadn't cornered me in the cupboard then I wouldn't have been in the way when Clara opened the door' John nodded, blaming anyone but himself and was scolding how much it hurt right now.

To be fair if he hadn't have sneaked out to the broom cupboard for sex with Clara it probably wouldn't have happened at all - so if it was anyone's fault it was really his and he knew that.

Clara grabbed a bowl of water and a cloth, dabbing it gently to his nose, and around the bruised and bloody area, gently massaging his face and smiling down at him.

'You know... Your eyes are really green' she said having not noticed it properly before.

'And yours are very brown' John chuckled, wrapping an arm around her waist and gripping it with his large hand pulling her carefully to sit on his lap as she continued to clean his nose.

'You should have an x ray John. Just to double check its not broken' she instructed but she knew John wouldn't listen to her so she gave up quickly and took to kissing him instead after placing some strips on his nose.

- - -

'Do you have to go? It's so warm here' Clara pouted, as she snuggled closer into John's warmth the following morning.

Having had the "accident" in the broom cupboard the evening before - John and Clara had left early so that he could get home and sleep.

Of course they didn't do a whole lot of sleeping but they did however get to see their kids down to bed for the first time in a couple of days seeing as they had been working mostly late's.

'Unfortunately yes. I need to go home and get some stuff. I've not been back to my flat in days Clara'

'Yeah. But you've got everything you could possibly need here. You've got me' she smiled, pulling him back down on the bed and kissed him sleepily trying to win him over but John wasn't having any of it.

'Hmm. I don't think your panties are really going to keep my junk in the case Clara. I'll see you at work and come back later' John suggested as she pouted. 'I promise I'll come back tonight' John said kissing her and jumping out of bed. 'I've got to take Adie to school anyway' John pointed out.

'You'd better come back' Clara scoffed at him. 'And bring enough clothes so that you don't have to leave next time' she grinned.

He did sometimes feel like it would just be easier to move in together - but he wasn't really sure how she would feel on that one and he didn't want to rush her into anything- they have only been together for a couple of months.

Only three if you want to be specific.

'I'll see you at work Clara' he chuckled, leaving the room and stopping in to give Ollie a quick kiss and ruffled Arias hair.

They're so close in age it makes John cringe when he thinks about it - but maybe that would be a good thing one day.

- - -

'Morning Mr Smith' Jack smirked and John knew that smirk well. It was Jacks gossip smirk.

'What's with the smirk Jack?' John scoffed.

'Nothing' Jack said as John sighed stepping into his office - shutting the door and looked at the picture in front of him.

'Holy Fuck' John scoffed, eyes widened and stared at the picture in front of him. 'Holy shit' he muttered, opening the door and ushering Rory in. 'Have you seen this?'

'Hmm. Yeah. Gotta say. She's pretty hot naked. Just wish I could make out who the guy was in that picture. I told you she wasn't going to be a keeper' Rory chuckled.

'Rory that's me' John blushed in serious embarrassment. John always thought that what he got up to in his own time was up to him - and maybe he shouldn't have got up to such kinky shit but it wasn't his idea in his defence - well it wasn't all his idea.

'That's you? Who would have know that you of all people John smith was as kinky as shit?'

'You've got to get rid of it - and if there's anymore of them you have to get rid of them. It's not fair. She's a Mother and I'm a Father. I'm not having naked pictures of us in the broom cupboard up' John yelled.

'Chill out. It wasn't me. I don't know who it was'

'And when Tom sees that the consultant on the emergency ward gets up to kinky shit in the broom cupboard -- off time I have to say, he will not be thinking highly of me' John scoffed.

'I'll do what I can' Rory smirked. 'Wouldn't be the first time she has done some kinky shit though would it?' Rory smirked.

'What?'

'Look online. I think it's known as London's strip club'

'Oh my god. I've got to get to Clara' John snapped, running out of the room to meet Clara at the front door.

- - -

Woah. What's the rush?' Clara smirked as John grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the garden area before she had a chance. 'John I'm going to be late' she mumbled.

'Look. Someone might have been doing some digging' John uttered.

'What do you mean?'

'Why didn't you tell me you were a stripper?' John scoffed at her.

'How did you know that?'

'Someone took a picture of us in the broom cupboard together having sex Clara. In hind- sight it might have been a terrible idea to do at work but then Rory said that you've done this kind of shit before. Have you?' John asked.

'This isn't really the place John' Clara begged realising how public they were and how she never in visioned having this conversation with him. She just hoped that he would never find out.

'This is the perfect place. Well?'

'Yes okay. I was a stripper. But I had to John. I was making so much money all right and I really wanted to get myself through medical school. I regret it now but yes'

'That's why you was so forward in that club, you were eager to get into my trousers. To think I thought that you were just a genuine woman who knew what she was doing but instead you were a prostitute'

'No ! No way. I wasn't a prostitute I swear. I wasn't, I never - ever - took money from people for sex. That was all consensual. I never even took my underwear off when I was stripping. It was boobs only'

'You still put yourself out there in front of people like a hoe Clara' John yelled making people around look making Clara go bright red. 'Shit. I didn't mean to say that' he said backtracking but it was too late because people had already heard it. 'Clara' he tried grabbing her wrist but she retaliated pulling away.

'You go away. A long way away' she scoffed in tears.