A/N: I wrote this on a snow day and it was the inspiration. (It literally snowed just enough to get all of us out of school. Buddha bless Oregon weather and that winter storm that managed to leave Washington alone in enough time to make it down here.)
"Doctor! Where's the wardrobe gone?"
He sighed, smiling slightly. "I can't tell you every time Sexy decides to move things around on you. Go exploring, Clara! Make it an adventure!"
Clara stomped over to stand next to the console, craning her neck to look at the gangly Time Lord perched precariously atop it, fidgeting with something in one of the rotating panels. "I don't want to go on an adventure, I would like a winter coat. It is snowing. Inside. These aren't exactly the best conditions to be flying through space and time!" She shivered and hugged her arms tighter around herself, trying to ignore the fact that she could see the snow melting on the ends of her eyelashes.
He looked down at her between his torso and arm, a position that would make anyone look funny. "There's a hatch on the bottom of the column underneath the console. But you better keep those clean, they're mine! Well I mean, the things in the wardrobe are mine as well, but I don't wear those. Well it's not to say I haven't worn them, I just don't currently."
She waited patiently. "Which hatch?"
"In the center," he sighed.
xXx
Clara was swathed in the green coat he had worn to Berlin by the time he found the problem with the internal atmospheric stabilisers, and she appeared to be yanking something quite long out of the hatch now, as she was back on the platform and still pulling.
"Doctor, does this scarf ever end?"