I own the Doctor Who… wait a second, no I don't -just kidding. But I do own an apple computer and a wonderful little jar of Nutella chocolate, which neither of those you can have. But I'll tell you what; you can have a peak into my Rory and Clara shipper mind... Which is just as good as chocolate. ;)

There simply isn't enough Rory and Clara and although their scenes are rather limited I love them so much.

Story: The Adventures of Clara and Rory

Summary: AU Drabbles based on the adventurous lives of Rory Williams and Clara Oswin Oswald.

Enjoy.

"Nina, AH, Nina come here!" A frantic Clara called out. Rory shifted in his seat, abruptly sitting up as her screams broke through his subconscious and rendered him fully awake. He rolled his eyes.

What has she gotten into now?

"I'm coming, stop yelling." He mumbled as he got up and walked over to the kitchen where her frantic cries kept on.

When he walked in he was beyond surprise to find her fighting with the fossett, yelling curses underneath her breath as water sprinkled over her like a waterfall. She was drenched from head to toe, water slapping her left and right, her hands trying to take control over the situation.

Rory bit down on his bottom lip to keep from laughing, the whole scene completely ridiculous and annoying all at once. He had just fixed that damn fossett the other day; leave it to Clara to once again break it.

"What have you done?" he asked as reality hit him.

Well crap!

He had just fixed that sink. The. Other. Day.

Dammit Clara.

"Don't just stand there, help me." She hissed at him.

"Don't you use a tone with me, you broke it, again. Can you touch something without breaking it?" he asked.

"Oi! It's not my fault. I was just trying to clean up a few dishes when I turned it on and it burst in my face. So if it's anyone's fault, it's yours for not fixing it right the first time."

"Leave it to you to turn this on me and make it my fault."

"Just. Help. Me." She said.

Rory rolled his eyes once more and she tried not to glare from his obvious annoyance as he took careful steps against the water to try and help her. Regrettably once he got close enough he became as wet as a fish tank in no time. Trying to grab hold of the sink he slid closer as Clara did the same, both reaching to close the tab. "No, that's not how you do it." He said. Ignoring him she continued to try to get through the water and shut it somehow. "Just let me help." She said.

"You've done enough."

"Rory, you're not helping any."

"That's because you're not letting me."

And as the hopeless bickering continued Clara had lost her footing and unceremoniously slipped, colliding against Rory as they fell down on the floor, a loud scream bursting from her lungs as she tumbled on top of him. And as the water on the floor surrounded them she looked up at him to make sure he was alright, a worried expression plastered across her face.

"Rory?" She whispered.

Rory looked over to her and if on cue they both burst into reckless laughter.

The hopeless bickering forgotten along with the broken fossett.

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