A/N: I'm so so sorry I took so long to upload a story... a lot has been going on in my life... from school to other things I had to deal with.
So here's an updated version :D
Clara was waiting in the kitchen. She had just returned home from work, went straight to the bedroom to change and waited for the Doctor to arrive. She stood gazing at the small Christmas tree which she had decorated. It was a very dull Christmas... to say the least. She was alone, and there was no Christmas cheer. After all, Christmas is all about family, and she had only planned to go to Linda and her father's on Christmas. But other than that, it was just her, school, and maybe a few drinks with friends. Anyway she-
Her thoughts were soon cut off when she heard the familiar sound of hope spreading across the room. A grin formed on her face, grabbed the bag from the kitchen counter, and entered the TARDIS in a hurry, without even knocking, after parking in the corner of her living room.
"Sorry I'm late Doctor. So… where are you taking me this- time…?" she said as her sentence was soon cut off by what she saw just as she turned around.
A variety of Christmas ornaments were all over the TARDIS; in the console room, on the stairs... Some baubles were shattered, the ground a fiesty frenzy of colours; bright reds and deep greens, all sorts of metallic colours and tinsels of every shade left on the ground.
"Whoa…. What the hell happened, old girl?" She talked to the TARDIS. The later did not respond. "Doctor?" She asked, looking down over the rails near the door.
"Up here Clara." Said an irritated Scottish voice.
And there he was… a rough, annoyed face with spiky grey hair sticking out from a mountain of tinsel.
He was a complete mess.
Clara made her way through the console room to help. "What were you trying to do while I was away?"
"You said Christmas is coming soon. So I thought... you know..." He bit his lip. "could decorate the TARDIS with these human things I found." He tried to shrug off some of the tinsel which was wrapped around his shoulders, with no success. "Why do pudding-brains always have to be so complicated
The companion giggled as she climbed the last tinsel covered step. "It's you who overcomplicates things Doctor."
Clara stopped in front of him, hands crossed on her chest, holding in a laugh, trying to stay as serious as possible. "The Doctor, saviour of worlds and peace-maker. You can save the Universe from the deadliest of creatures…." She said with pomposity. "And yet, you were able to get yourself tangled in a heap of tinsel. You really are unpredictable, Doctor!"
"Just get me out, will you? These things are making me itch." Said the Doctor miserably. Clara helped him after almost dying of laughter.
After setting the Doctor free, and cleaning the shards, Clara tried to talk to the Doctor, even if he had a relatively horrible mood.
"I think you need help, Doctor." The companion said as she placed the tinsel back into the large cardboard box. "What about a… crash course… from a real, proper human being whose been decorating her house for Christmas for a lifetime."
"No thank you, Clara. I can do this alone." As he placed the tinsel as a heap one a pile of books, which for him it meant that he was decorating. "There." He huffed. "I'm ready." Clara breathed a laugh in disbelief. "Ready? You've go a whole console room to go just to say that you're relatively finished... unless..." Clara's left brow arched. "Now what?" The time lord said with a low irritated no.. not quite irritated... Scottish.. yes.. Scottish voice. "Well... you know..." The companion was playing with his sentiments... stupid pudding brain...
locked in the body of such. a. perfect. woman...
".. unless you want to decorate the whole TARDIS..." She Doctor was soon taken aback. "I'll spend a whole eternity decorating it!" "Well... ok. I guess I've exaggerated a bit. You can decorate your room then, after you've finished with this..." Clara's index finger spun around. "...work of art, Picasso."
"I'll start with the console." He turned to the box of decorations and started diving into it. "Ugh.. I'm already disgusted by these pudding brain stuff." The Doctor muttered as he pulled out the tinsels Clara had placed before.
The companion took a quite step towards the Doctor and tried to look over his shoulder. "Sure you don't need any help?" She asked. "No." Said the Doctor roughly. Before... in the first few months, she used to get all angry and just storm to her room. But now she never too it personal and used to continue teasing him instead.
"Ok…" Clara shrugged her shoulders as she began walking very slowly towards the stairs in order to go down to the ground floor of the console room, "if that's what you want. I'll just sit down and watch you show off your decorating skills, Professor Genius." After a while, with Clara slowly descending to the main console whilst looking at the Doctor's reaction, she heard a groan.
"Alright…" he muttered, "let's see what you can do."
Clara ran back near the Doctor with excitement.
"So... From what do we start?"
A/N: Hope you enjoyed it! Feedback appreciated as always 3 Take care :D