The 'Naughty Document' was a document created by Winston Churchill and Joseph Stalin at Moscow in 1944. It is also known as the percentages agreement as both war leaders divided European countries up into percentages to exercise their control in once the war was over.
Clara pulled the TARDIS doors shut. Her travelling Wednesday was back again. Turning round and walking to the consoles she lifted her head up high in a confident manner. As she reaches the steps to the consoles she looked into the centre glass pillar to see the Doctor pulling a number of faces which naturally made him look ridiculous, but because of the pillar, it was much more amusing to Clara as it elongated and distorted his face. When the Doctor realised that Clara was in the TARDIS, and watching him, he stopped, ruffled his hair, attached a big boyish grin to his young and impressionable face and walked towards her.
"Clara! Hello! Where to today?" He grasped his hands and rubbed them together in excitement, but to also warm them up for the marathon of flying the TARDIS. The Doctor's greeting sounded as if he hadn't seen her in ages, not just seven days, which was probably true. His boyish charm was also found smuggled in his speech too – it was upbeat and lively, but not too pushy.
"And a good morning to you too, Doctor" Clara said gracefully, embracing him in a hug.
"Oh, I simply couldn't decide, you're choice," she added. Clara hardly ever chose where or when they visited, however she did not mind one bit. Clara was reluctant to choose as she didn't know where to go, nor whom to visit as she didn't want to miss anything. Anyway, she'd always liked the Doctor's choices.
The Doctor thought for a moment. "Hmm. Do you mind if we visit an old friend of mine? It's been a few years since I've seen him"
"Fine with me!" Clara replied, jumping into action.
The Doctor proceeded to start the TARDIS flying whilst Clara asked a question.
"So, where are you taking me today then?" She enquired whilst walking around the TARDIS.
"The 1940's. 1944 if I recall correctly. Around then anyway."
"Country?" Clara was sharp tongued in her response. She feared they would be at one of the beaches at D-Day or nearby. As the national news had been presented a lot about the event recently due to its anniversary she was apprehensive in case the Doctor had been reminded of this event, and wanted to attend it.
The Doctor replied that he was unsure as to the country he was taking her. Like Clara he was aware of the anniversary of D-Day and thought correctly of her concern.
"Don't worry. We're not going to the beaches".
This appeased Clara, and mumbling a relieved "okay" she watched the Doctor pull, push, twist and flick buttons, levers and switches.
As the two travellers were staying on planet Earth, the travelling took hardly any time all, however the Doctor politely 'shh-ed' Clara when he was landing as he had to concentrate. The Doctor needed the silence and to concentrate as he had to keep the TARDIS quiet for his landing, as well as making it invisible. This meant applying the brakes –for once- and putting on the invisibility shield. He laughed as he put on the shield as it reminded him of his visit to President Richard Nixon in the late 1960's and how he nearly got himself, and his then companions killed.
Seeing as the Doctor had stopped touching and toying with the controls, Clara asked, "We landed?"
Beaming, and proud of his achievement, he declared "Yes. I used the brakes!"
Clara, astonished, was lost for words. "But it didn't make the 'huu-" she coughed and spluttered as her endeavour to mimic the TARDIS failed. "Sorry" she continued, "it didn't make, y'know, that noise. The actual version of the equivalent to which I just sorta did.
The Doctor grunted his approval. River was wrong. He knew how to use the brakes. He had to: Gallifreyan Law. He, however, just chose not to use them as he liked the sound of the TARDIS landing without them on. Although, the Doctor knew that on occasions such as this on which we are about to bear witness, the brakes, and thus its inaudibility of the time travelling machine were paramount.
Acknowledging the Doctor's acknowledgement that they had landed, Clara, eager in anticipation to learn what was in front of the doors walked quickly and joyfully towards them.
"Clara," The Doctor commanded. "Don't open those doors. I've got some explaining to do." Without protest she stopped in her tracks, turned, and proceeded back to where she was standing at the top of the stairs on the side nearest to the TARDIS exit.
"We must not stay in here long, as not only am I blocking the entrance to the room, and with the important people within it, my friend knows what happens when my TARDIS is nearby. But, there is an exit door to this room."
"Mmm'kay" Clara uttered, nodding as she spoke to demonstrate her approval and understanding.
"Firstly, our whereabouts is unknown, all being well as I have hopefully put on the invisibility shield. Secondly…" He trailed off as he moved around his flying ship pulling out the exterior scanner. He recollects himself as the screen configures and focuses. "Secondly, the moment we step out there, they'll be three mass murderers in one room, all of whom are also great leaders of great nations." The Doctor took pride in saying this.
Clara was a little scared to say the least. She had managed to omit the year, which she had just travelled to, and now wanted to know why the Doctor was going to put her in a room with three dangerous men. Clara didn't have the vocal strength to ask why, or who.
Sickened by the Doctor's 'big reveal' she reluctantly edged forward to him, and the scanner screen to look and see whom she was about to meet. Internally, Clara felt like it was results day – her stomach in a never ending nor slowing somersault.
Before Clara had a chance to facially recognise the four people on the screen the Doctor announced "Mr Joseph Stalin and Mr Winston Churchill" with great enthusiasm and then added "and their two interpreters."
Before Clara could stop herself she blurted out: "A history lesson. You've brought me to a history lesson!" Clara was not amused until she quickly thought of her three years worth of education about Stalin and Churchill. There was 1901, the failed Dardanelle Campaign, The Purges, Norway, Trotsky and the power struggle and the Gulags. She smiled smugly, amazed that she could recall all of that information and more.
Calmer and curious, Clara offered, "So which is your friend?"
"Churchill. Winston Leonard Spencer Churchill" he asserted proudly.
Now understanding why the Doctor had addressed it as being 'three mass murderers' Clara tentatively asked "Have any of your other travellers met him?"
"Yes, once, I think. I think I may have told you before. We were against the daleks."
There was a few moments of silence as the Doctor though solemnly about the daleks and Clara, and whilst Clara composed herself. She was going to meet Stalin – the man whom she praised in the majority of her essays as his thoughts were justified, in context.
"May we go forth?" Clara asked, breaking the silence.
The Doctor outstretched his right hand slightly signalling to Clara that she had his permission to open the doors. She turned enthusiastically, her hair and skirt bouncing and the Doctor followed behind. As Clara reached both doors she turned to see the Doctor attempting to conceal a smile. Opening the TARDIS doors Clara spoke the three unabbreviated and infamous written words of Churchill: "Keep buggering on," only to be met face to face with its maker.
Demonstrating his true colours, Churchill spoke first to Clara and then to the Doctor.
"Another quote, another woman." Churchill laughed at his remark, his eyes glinting.
The British prime minister turned and took a drag from his Havana cigar. Reaching for Clara's hand he led her forward towards the table. He abruptly stopped when he realised the flaw in his plan. He couldn't escort her to an empty chair, as there wasn't any –excluding his. To seat Clara, he excused the two interpreters, as he knew that the TARDIS would take their role. As the interpreters were leaving Churchill said to them, although it seemed more like a warning,
"There is no need to call security, they are my friends. Oh – and don't repeat anything heard in here either."
Churchill then proceeded to sit Clara with her back towards the TARDIS. The Doctor sat opposite her with his back to the fire, Churchill to right of Clara, and Stalin to her left.
"Doctor, it's been a long time!" Churchill announced sitting down. He was trying to be nice. The British prime minister was now taking alternative swigs from his drink and puffs from his cigar. A true machine.
Bemused that Churchill knew that the Doctor had arrived, the Doctor asked him.
"Well," he began, "I knew it couldn't be anything else. I was admittedly surprised that I couldn't here nor see your box and its arrival, but I knew it couldn't be anything else. What else could explain my understanding of Mr Stalin here?" Churchill pointed to Stalin, and as if on cue but also out of character, he smiled and gave a quick wave. Both the Doctor and Clara smiled and waved back. Eager to return to what he was saying, Churchill also added, "I know where you were as you like to make an entrance."
With this all four started laughing heartily, as if they were all good friends of many years.