It was ordinary day, and it began like any other when the TARDIS woke her up, as usual, by moving her bedroom next to the zoo, and making the lions roar as loudly as possible. She got up, went downstairs for breakfast, to find (Much to her dismay) the kitchen replaced by a room full of electronic toys. Finally, she went back to her room to get dressed, only to realize that the TARDIS had deleted her entire wardrobe, except for a pair of bunny ears. And to top of the cherry Sunday, the TARDIS refused to let her out of her room until she put on the entire outfit, including the ears.

That's how she ended up in the console room, feeling incredibly exposed in a see through dress that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Her only consolation was that the doctor didn't really care about shagging and sex, although she wasn't entirely too sure. That river song fellow seemed awfully flirty to the Doctor.

Walking into the large round room, she called aimlessly out for the Doctor

"Ow!" she yelled, looking behind her. Whatever had pricked her bum was long out of sight. Groaning, she got up and rested against the console. That's when she heard a muffled yelling coming from beneath the TARDIS floor. Quickly running down the steps, she heard a banging against on one of the TARDIS's storage boxes. She quickly yanked it open, and the Doctor burst out, covered in sweat, and missing his purple coat and vest. Groaning, he dropped onto the floor and lay there, panting for breath, until some of the color returned to his face and he could spare the energy to talk.

"Clara! Thank goodness you're here! The TARDIS locked me inside the room and refused to let me out until she needed to show me something. I need to know what she meant!"

"Wait, shut up. There's something i'm missing. No, no, don't tell me. There's something going on here. Something weird. I can't put my finger on it. What is it, is the air filled with some kind of disease? Are we all dying some horrible and violent death right now? Am I in some kind of dream world? Are you real?" He said, poking Clara experimentally in the head, as if unsure of her existence. With a wired expression, he turned away and planted his face in his hands.

Then, as if a light bulb had gone off in his head, he straightened. Slowly, he turned around to face Clara. Running his eyes over her body, he locked gaze with her and asked "Clara, is there a specific reason you've decided to forego pants, as well as all other manner of clothes, today?"

"I'm not flashing you by choice! The TARDIS is messing with me again" she said, feeling suddenly very exposed in her see-through materials. She felt her nipples harden slightly, and her cheeks turned a very deep red. Lucky for her, the Doctor didn't seem to notice Clara's transformation into a tomato. He was already up the stairs near the central console yelling at the TARDIS. She could only hear half the conversation, but she could piece together what was going on.

"What is going on with you?"

"Yeah, I Know she's impossible, but that's no excuse!"

"Well, I don't care if you think her nose is too funny, you can't force her to become a flasher."

"Says me!"

"Fine, I can live with that. But that means no more bothering Clara."

The Doctor hopped down the stairs and said "Ok, so the good news; the TARDIS is going to stop bothering you"

"And the bad news?"

The Doctor looked absolutely devastated. Clara inched closer to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Doctor what is it?"

"Ah it's nothing"

"Doctor, tell me!"

"I… have to get rid of my bowtie for a week" He said, sadly flicking his tight knot open and sliding the thin piece of neckwear open. With a sad sigh, he tucked it into his waistcoat pocket, which seemed to envelop the bowtie, and he gave Clara a smile. "Anyways, you're rooms back where it should be. Go and get changed"

Clara had never left a room faster.

She didn't look back, but she was sure the Doctor was staring at her backside as she walked away.

After she got dressed, she came back to the console room dressed in a short leather skirt and a red button-up blouse. She wore brown-sheer stockings and a pair of dark blue converse boots. She walked over to the doctor, who was perched on the console, one hand deep in his pockets with a sad expression on his face. Clara rolled her eyes, and thought to herself 'the TAARDIS is doing us all a favor by making him get rid of those things'

He looked up at her and smiled, one of his cheeky I'm-going-to-do-something-now smiles and flipped a switch. Suddenly, the TARDIS shuddered, throwing them all to the side and blinking. Clara was thrown against a railing, knocking the breath out of her lungs. The Doctor was thrown down across the floor into the door. Jumping up, he Doctor ran around the console, pulling switches.

"No, no, no! We're crashing through a crack in the vortex! It's draining all the power! We are going down!" The lights flickered and dimmed, then shut of entirely. The last thing Clara saw before everything went back was the doctor reaching out to her and yelling out one word.

"Clara!"

So, what did you guys think? IF you want me to continue, please leave a review so I know how many people are interested. Sorry the first chapter is short, I promise you the next one will be much, much longer. Thank you for reading!