Ok, this is my first fic, so please be gentle.

I am still figuring out how this works, but here goes.

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who and I'm not making any money from this

The Doctor and Clara plodded through the snow. For once they had a normal, non-life-threatening, peaceful trip. The Doctor had thought with all the running for their lives lately they could both do with a nice relaxing outing to this planet where they could get the best cocoa in the galaxy. Well, it probably wasn't cocoa, but it did have a rich chocolate like taste and it warmed them up. Plus, it was delicious.

But now they were slowly walking through the town back to the TARDIS. The Doctor was babbling about something boring involving maths. By the way he kept flapping his arms about, almost hitting Clara once or twice if she hadn't ducked, she figured it was extremely fascinating for him.

She kept a smile on her face, nodding and agreeing every so often, not wanting to ruin the moment. But one can only listen to maths for so long.

She fell behind, watching as the Doctor continued on with his arms flapping about, not realising she wasn't next to him anymore. Ducking into an alley she ran to the end, crouching behind some boxes. Then she waited.

"So, if that was the case, then we probably wouldn't even be here, Clara." He finished excitedly, looking to his side at Clara, but found no Clara. He stopped. His smile disappeared.

"Clara?" He turned around, eyes searching for her and finding her footprints in the snow. He frowned. Why did she turn back?

"Oh, Clara you better not be getting into trouble", he muttered as he followed her tracks.

He reached the alley and peeked around the corner. The tracks led further down the alley but he couldn't see her. Slowly he walked towards the end of the side street.

The Doctor yelped, stumbling backwards as the snowball hit him in the face. He looked at the woman standing behind a stack of boxes grinning like a maniac. He brushed off the snow, eyebrows arched in annoyance.

"Ah come on, Doctor. I didn't throw that hard." She laughed. The Doctor shot her a look as he slowed his movements. Clara grinned at him.

He took a step forward.

"Clara, Clara, Clara", he began, his voice deep and coarse. He flashed her a mischievous grin.

Clara took a step back as he took another step towards her.

"You messed with the wrong Time Lord, Clara", his Scottish brogue making her wonder if this was such a good idea.

Biting her lower lip, Clara took a few more steps back as he kept advancing.

Suddenly he pounced, moving with a speed she wouldn't have guessed he had, being 2000 years old and all.

Clara shrieked and jumped out of his way, narrowly avoiding his hands. She made a break for it as he stumbled in the snow.

She ran out of the alley, down the empty street of the town. The TARDIS was parked in the forest just at the end of the street. She could ambush him more easily in the cover of trees.

Something white flew past her. She glanced back spotting the Doctor, not too far behind her, with a grin on his face.

She reached the tree line, moving swiftly between the trees. Looking back again she saw the Doctor had stopped to scoop up more snow. She quickly ducked behind a bush and tried to get her breathing under control.

The sound of snow crunching beneath boots made her hold her breath. She peeked out from behind the bush.

The Doctor was standing in a small clearing, searching for her. His eyes moved over her hiding place but didn't stop. He fixed his gaze to her right and jogged off in that direction.

Clara slowly came out of from behind the bush, noticing it had started to snow again. When she moved to follow the Doctor she couldn't find his footprints. She wandered around for a bit before she realised what was going on.

Damn.

He was going to ambush her.

Great.

She spun around at the slightest sound, thinking it to be him. But he was nowhere to be seen.

"Doctor?" She called out. Oh, she was gonna get it.

She went back to the clearing. The snow was falling down harder now, making it harder to see a possible attack. Nature was against her today.

A snowball hit her in the back and she stumbled. Spinning around she found she still couldn't see him. She narrowed her eyes, scanning the area whilst moving backwards ever so slowly.

Another snowball hit her from the side. She glared in the direction the snowy projectile came from. She turned the other way, hoping to catch him before he could strike. But there was nothing. She walked backwards, trying to keep watch. As she took another step back she bumped into something solid.

"Boo", the Doctor whispered in her ear.

She squealed as ice cold hands suddenly slipped past her scarf and rested on the warm skin of her neck. Clara wriggled out of his grip and ducked to scoop up snow, throwing it at him where he stood laughing.

He bent down to do the same and so they fought their little snowy war. Both were laughing, scooping up snow, trying to throw and dodge at the same time.

"You're not going to win, old man!" Clara shouted as she threw a snowball hitting him in the chest.

The Doctor stopped, raising his eyebrows in shock, looking deeply hurt.

"Old man?" He frowned at her.

He broke out in a grin and rushed forward.

Clara shrieked as he grabbed her and brought them both down. They fell down in the snow, laughing.

Then the Doctor was on her, long fingers poking her in her side.

"Doctor, no, what are you doing?" Clara managed to get out before he prodded a very sensitive spot just under her ribs.

"Doctor! Doctor, stop!" She tried batting his hands away but it was no use. She squirmed beneath him, laughing as he tickled her.

Suddenly he stopped.

"Clara? I'm sorry, Clara. Did, did I hurt you?" He asked, concern in his voice.

Clara looked up at him through the tears, finally able to breathe again. She saw the worry in his face as he scrambled up.

"No. I'm fine, Doctor." She sat up, wiping away the tears.

"But, you're crying." He gave her a perplexed look.

Clara laughed. The Doctor never did understand emotions too well.

"Yeah, because I was laughing so hard."

The Doctor was still for a moment, looking her over.

"You humans and your confusing emotions. Malfunctioning all the time", he mumbled. He held out his hand and helped her up.

"Come one, let's get back to the TARDIS."

"Why? Are you tired, old man? Or are you scared that I'm going to get revenge for you tickling me?" She grinned.

He sighed.

"I'm not that old", he muttered. "And besides. I'm not ticklish."

"Oh, we'll see about that."

Whoo! My first chapter of my first fic is done!

Reviews are very welcome. I'm planning on adding a few more chapters about these two messing about.