A/N

Decided to take a break from writing Vastra x Jenny fics and thought I would try to write some 12 x Clara, but as a FATHER/DAUGHTER relationship. I may turn these into a series of one shots if you guys approve 3

All characters belong to the BBC

Clara quickly glanced at herself in the mirror before leaving her bedroom. No lipstick on her teeth. No smudges. Perfect. She left the room in search of her shoulder bag, darting around. She groaned when she heard the TARDIS materialize.

It wasn't that she didn't want to stop travelling with him – she loved every second of it – but he could at least call in advance before he came swanning in with his ridiculous insults about the size of her hips or her large eyes.

"Clara!" The Doctor exclaimed. "I've got a perfect adventure for us back in Victorian London. Very odd things are happening to the pudding brains."

Clara shook her head. "Doctor, not pudding brains, people. I can't tonight, I'm going out, in case you haven't noticed by how I am dressed."

"Well, your face does look shinier. Have you just washed it? You should put make-up on. I know your old but old women still wear make-up."

She punched him playfully in the arm. "Shut up! I am wearing make-up, Doctor. I am not old, I'm still pretty young, thank you very much."

"What's so important that you need to miss an adventure with our Victorian friends?"

"I'm going out for a meal with some friends, if you must know, and then we'll be going to the cinema."

The old man frowned. "What, in that?"

Clara looked offended. "Yes! In this!" she paused. "Why, there's nothing wrong with it is there?"

The Doctor looked her up and down. Clara was wearing a red, short sleeved blouse and a short black skirt. She had black tights and high heels on, as well as a silver necklace and a couple of rings.

"That skirt is far too short."

"Oi! No, it's fine!"

"You aren't going out like that, Clara."

"You can't tell me what to wear, Doctor!"

"Why don't you wear what women your age usually wear?"

Clara face-palmed. "This is how women my age dress." She muttered through gritted teeth.

The Time Lord walked closer to her. "Well, it's not very appropriate, is it?"

"It's fine. I like it."

"Those heels are too high."

"Oh for God's sake, Doctor!" Clara shouted. "Can't you compliment anyone?! I'm wearing this, and that's final. I am not a teenager and you are not my father, so you do not decide how I dress!"

The Doctor stood calmly for a few moments after his friend's rant. "I'm only trying to help."

Clara laughed skeptically. "How is this helping?"

"I feel protective of you. You're my assistant, my friend, and when we travel you are in my care. So I have to protect you like a father would his daughter."

Clara sighed. "Thank you, Doctor, but I'm not a little girl. I don't need my hand holding when I cross the road and I don't need you to protect me every step of the way."

"I don't want anyone giving you any unwanted attention."

Clara smiled. "I'll be fine. It's not like I'm alone. Look, I have to get going but don't worry, okay? I'll be fine."

"If you say so."

"See you on Wednesday, Doctor."

And with that, she was gone.