I like Carmen (the Opera) and I like Doctor Who so here you go.

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Clara burst through the doors of the TARDIS only minutes after it had appeared in the lot behind her apartment. That familiar whoosh sound was two weeks late, and the itch to travel had been growing to a constant distraction. Every moment she spent doing dishes felt so much duller knowing that she could be spending it dodging aliens light years away or meeting the very first Dali Llama.

"Well someone is in a rush, you know it is not a becoming trait Clara." The Doctor said in his Scottish accent, but Clara could tell he was glad to see her again by the slight smile on his face.

"You're two weeks late, I'm going to have to start giving you Emily time."

"Emily time?"

"Emily's a friend of mine, who is always late so I have to tell her to come at 6 if I want her at 8." Clara explained. "But for you I'll give you a couple weeks adjustment in scheduling."

"Well the TARDIS ran into a couple bumps…technically difficulties…but I think I've got her fixed now."

"You think…Doctor I do not want to be getting stranded on some distant planet where the people only communicate through stomping their feet."

"Oh but Clara that is a fantastic place…but if you don't want to risk it I could come back after a couple more test runs."

"No…lets just keep it local."

"Local?" The Doctor asked, "Local is boring…don't you want to see the stomping people or an planet where there is actually a purple people eater?"

"Local, Doctor." Clara said looking at him with the expression that she would often give her students when they were getting out of hand.

"Fine, we will stay local…where would you like to go."

"Spain please, I've been taking some Spanish lessons."

"Spain…actually not a bad choice…but we are going back in time, it has been a while since I've seen Hemingway."

The Doctor started sprinting around spinning dials and the TARDIS jerked into action before Clara had a chance to respond.

"The Spanish Civil War Doctor? I was thinking something a little less dangerous." Clara responded as the TARDIS started to shake a little more violently than usual and smoke started leaking out somewhere from the center console.

"Did you have to say that?" The Doctor ran around exasperated trying to correct their course. The dial showing the year spun back from 1930…1900…1870…and finally settled on 1830 as the TARDIS slammed to a halt and everything went dark.

"What were you saying about the TARDIS being fixed Doctor, maybe she didn't want to see Hemingway just as much as you did?"

"She and Hemingway get along just fine, thank you."

"Where did we end up anyways?" Clara asked as she opened the door.

"I don't know…she's gone blank." The Doctor responded as he tried to get the TARDIS to come back to life.

"It's okay Doctor, I know where we are." Clara said pointing to the tower of La Giralda in the distance.

"Sevilla, Spain. And 1830 looks pretty accurate." Clara said as she closed the door and ran down to the closet to find something appropriate to wear.

"Still in a rush Clara? It isn't like we are on a time crunch you know."

"Yeah and you need to fix the TARDIS, but for now I'm eager go explore. Besides I love Spain!" Clara exclaimed. "Flamenco, Bull Fighting, Siestas, and fantastic food."

Clara came back up the stairs wearing a skirt, and old shirt, they didn't quite match but she didn't have time to care. She had pulled her hair back and had secured a flower behind her ear.

"I'm going out Doctor, do you care to join me?"

"I'll be along shortly…but while you are out you might want to look for a job."

"A job? How long are we going to be stuck here?"

"That is to be determined…but perhaps a while."

"Fine…have fun tinkering" Clara said as she left the TARDIS.

The Spanish sun was a great improvement on cloudy London. If she had to get stuck anywhere this wasn't a bad place. Much better than with the purple people eater.

It seemed to be morning and a large group of women were headed together across town.

Factory workers. Clara thought to herself and she jogged to catch up to them. The Doctor did say she should look for a job.

The air smelled heavily of tobacco the longer she walked and she saw a sign that read Real Fabrica de Tobacos by a large almost regal looking stone building by a square where more women were gathering. Soldiers surrounded the building, holding their rifles and seeming more distracted by the women than their duty.

"Do you know who I could talk to about getting a job here?" Clara asked one of the women.

The woman looked her up and down, she wore a neat light linen dress with an apron. "You just work, don't piss off the foreman, when you leave you'll get your money." The woman said tersely before walking over to another group of women.

"You new here?" A voice came from behind her.

Clara turned around to see a woman dressed almost a mismatched as she was, but with an apron like the first woman. She had tanned skin, black hair and piercing eyes.

"Yeah" Clara responded, "just got in today, looking for some work."

"I can't place your accent where are you from?" The woman asked.

"No where in particular. I just travel a lot."

"I'm a traveler too" said the woman. Around here you need to know to hang out with. Some people don't like…travelers."

"Thanks." Clara said, relaxing slightly.

Two other women approached.

"This is Mercedes and Frasquita, you look out for us we will look out for you." The woman said, as she pulled an orange from her pocket and tossed it at Clara.

"I'm Clara." Clara responded, catching the orange.

"Carmen" the woman replied.