* I've never written a fanfiction before, especially not about Doctor Who. I decided to give it a shot, I am not British, and their may be a few faults regarding Doctor Who logic so please excuse the mistakes and enjoy this Whouffle fanfiction. This chapter is merely an introduction to the story and is quite short. Stay tuned for more :)

It was late at night in the TARDIS, well not really as the TARDIS had it's own warped sense of time. However, he considered it to be nighttime as this was the time of day that his human companion, Clara was sound asleep. The time of day that he was left alone to muse on and on inside his head about the infinite mysteries left to discover. This particular night, along with many others, the doctor had just been trying to discover the mystery that was Clara Oswald. It had merely been two days since Clara had joined him, three since his last meeting with the Victorian Clara and five since Oswin had helped him evade the Daleks. Already, this girl had saved his life more times than she could possibly understand.

The doctor knew that she couldn't possibly be a trap, or a trick, she was far too pure for that. However, she was still a threat, something he feared. Not in the conventional sense, but he feared losing her again, for the third time. He feared being at fault for her death as he had been for the other two Clara's. But most of all, the doctor feared losing the company of this bright, intriguing girl before ever truly discovering the truth about Clara Oswin Oswald.

"Oi doctor, I can't seem to find my room again." A woman's voice yelled across the room, startling the doctor out of his thoughts.

"Sorry, did I scare you?" Clara smirked teasingly.

It was quite peculiar, the TARDIS never seemed to have this sort of problem with his other companions. It seemed to be doing this quite a lot, locking Clara out and now hiding her room. The doctor sighed.

"Let's have a look then, shall we?" He extended his hand out, which Clara eagerly grabbed. Her hand was small and petite compared to his large fingers, but the pressure from their interlocked hands was comfortable, warm and very much welcomed. Clara was soft and kind, as was everything about her. The doctor knew that he wouldn't let her slip away this time.

For the second time that day, Clara interrupted his thoughts. "There it is. I could have sworn it wasn't there just a minute ago."

And right then it was as though the frustration of being unable to find her room was completely erased. Their she stood, with her world class smirk and bright eyes. The doctor couldn't help but stare.

"Oi, what are you staring at?"

"Just thinking. Sleep now Clara, we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow." The doctor shot her a quick wink before closing the door to her bedroom.

"Good night doctor." Clara responded.