It wasn't Clara's fault she was exhausted.
Here she was, standing in a classroom, with 16 year olds who didn't really care what she was teaching about and just wanted the class to end. Clara could relate, the Doctor had dropped her off and said that he'd contact her when he found anything. Just like it was another adventure, another Wednesday. Like she hadn't jumped through 1200 years to save him, like she hadn't found out that the man/alien she fancied a tiny bit, okay maybe more, had a wife that admittedly was prettier than Clara. Finally she read out her final line as the bell rang, "'Waste no more time arguing about what a good man should be. Be one.' - Marcus Aurelius." she wasted no time with cleaning the blackboard when a man stumbled into the room behind her.
"Have you been running?" Clara asked curiously.
"Are you okay?" the teacher asked, she'd seen him around, he was new, just like Clara
"There was a call for you at the office, from your doctor." She couldn't contain the wide grin that spread across her face, she spun around, joy lighting up inside of her.
"Did he leave an address?" He handed her a slip of paper, Clara ran out of the classroom, grabbed her bike stuff, climbed on her bike and was out of their before most of the students had left.
Finally she reached the field, where the Doctor had dropped her off last time. That last Wednesday. She honked hard as she approached the blue doors. They opened as she braked hard, just avoiding crashing into the console. She took her helmet, shook her hair out and found the Doctor sitting on the steps, reading a book titled Advanced Quantum Mechanics.
"Draft." he said.
Clara held up her fingers, looked from the doors to the Doctor, and snapped them, the doors swung shut. The TARDIS now appreciated Clara a bit more, now that it knew why she was impossible.
Smiling, the Doctor swung round to her "Fancy a week in Ancient Mesopotamia? Followed by future Mars?"
Grinning, Clara asked "Will there be cocktails?"
Stepping around the console, the Doctor replied "On the moon."
Thinking for a moment, Clara said "The moon'll do."
A second's pause, then laughing simultaneously, they hugged each other. The Doctor picking Clara up and spinning her around. Finally, glad to have her best-friend-which-she-also-fancied back. They broke apart.
"Teach anything?" the Doctor asked.
"No, learn anything?" Clara asked back, glancing towards the copy of Advanced Quantum Mechanics.
"Not a thing" the Doctor replied. At that point, the TARDIS twisted precariously to the side, with an ominous boom that sounded throughout the box.
"What's going on?" Clara demanded.
Worried, the Doctor ran to the console,"We're taking off, but the engines aren't going."
Running to the doors, Clara wrenched them open. The ground seemed an awfully long way away. Glancing upwards Clara cleared her throat and shouted back to the Doctor, "Uh Doctor? It seems like we have a situation."
