The Doctor sighed, curling a strand of Clara's hair around his index finger. She smiled brightly at him (that smile!). "Where to today, Clara?" he asked, but he wasn't quite sure he wanted to leave the sofa in the main TARDIS living room. She beamed again at the familliar question, a special kind of soft light twinkling away in the depths of her eyes (just like the stars he'd shown her). She licked her lips quickly, declaring her dormant reply in that half-second's worth of power. Clara-power, he mused to himself.
"The Maitland's. No adventures, no alien-slaying, no accidental landings," she said pointedly. He chuckled, released her graceful chocolate-brown curl (only the finest of chocolate, he thinks to himself) and waltzed his way to the console, in that special drunken-giraffe gait. "Of course, my dear Clara," he said in a posh tone. She giggled. (The littlest of things still made her blush like a teenage girl, when asked to dance).
"Angie? Artie?" she called absent-mindedly. She was only about three steps from the rich blue doors of the TARDIS when she was nearly bowled over by a running hug from Artie. "Whoa there, Arts, missing the nanny are we?" she said to him gleefully. He grinned up at her as she ruffled his childish brown curls, and he ran to retrieve his sister (who had apparently not heard them arrive, due to her listening to that music again). She had been frightfully angsty in that special I'm-an-adolescent-and-I-hate-everything way. Now now, Clara, let's be fair – like you were any better in your teen years, she reminded herself, and smiled. Clara's pretty face had been somewhat used to getting anything and everything she wanted, and it was, expectedly, difficult to cope with annoying things when she was younger. But then her mother died, soon followed by Mrs Maitland.
Angie slowly made it down the few stairs on the porch, probably pausing her music and finishing that last text to her best friend Nina. "Hi Clara, it's been a while," she mumbled, and makes to hurry back into her room when she spotted the Doctor. "Hey," she quipped, "you brought your boyfriend with you." She hurried back inside and bounded up the stairs before Clara could viciously deny it, and Artie ran up after her, not wanting to endure her nanny-lecture. Clara considered yelling after her, but decided against it. She wouldn't want the Doctor thinking she was the cranky type (but since when did she care what 'type' the Doctor thought she was? Now, she decided). They both headed inside, and the Doctor smiled briefly at her. "You didn't deny it this time..." he said softly, and led her by hand into the Maitland house.