Author's Note: This story is actually a collection of stories about several different incarnations of The Doctor and a variety of original companions bound together by a frame with Clara and Twelve. Frame text is in Italics. Both Fenton Hardy Fan and Namialus are writing the story; this chapter is the work of the aforementioned Fenton Hardy Fan.
"Doctor?" Clara walked into the console room from the confusing labyrinth of corridors contained in the rest of the TARDIS, "She's hiding my room again."
"Nonsense," The Doctor turned away from the chalkboard to look at Clara as he defended his TARDIS.
"Yes, nonsense is exactly what the TARDIS is throwing my way tonight. I've found seven bathrooms, an arboretum, the library, both kitchens, and a room full of cricket stuff. But I can't find my bedroom!" Clara strode her way across the room to where The Doctor stood as she continued. "You keep telling me that the TARDIS is helpful and shows the rooms we need, so why does it so often hold back the one room I'm looking for?"
Sighing, The Doctor took a step towards her. "You've been with me long enough to find your own room, Clara."
"I have, and I would be able to if the TARDIS didn't keep sabotaging my efforts."
"Now you're cross. You're spirited enough in a good mood, but when you can't control something you get cross. And when you're tired and out of control you get very cross."
"You are not helping my mood right now, Doctor," pointed out Clara as she crossed her arms.
"So now it's my fault?" He set down the chalk harder than needed. "You don't have a reliable sense of direction so why not blame me?"
In her irritation, Clara placed pauses in her sentence for emphasis, "Please, just show me to my room."
The Doctor unexpectedly smiled at her, "Of course."
Clara followed him out of the console room. At first all seemed well, but after about two minutes she began to suspect that The Doctor did not know where they were any more than she did. While she continued to walk along beside and just slightly behind him, Clara noticed that they seemed to be walking the same four corridors repeatedly. Yes, there was the door with "Nat" scratched into its surface, which they already walked past three times. After a few more futile turns, The Doctor began acting noticeably agitated as he discovered not only his complete inability to find Clara's bedroom, but also the undeniable fact that they seemed to be trapped in a square of corridors without an exit. Finally, he gave up, "Clara, you wanted your bedroom, didn't you?"
She nodded, "That's right."
"The good news is I appear to have discovered an entire segment of the TARDIS dedicated to nothing but bedrooms. Unfortunately, your room does not appear to be among them."
"You have this many spare rooms?" asked Clara, stepping up to the nearest door.
"I didn't say they were spares. You're not my first traveling companion, Clara."
"These are the bedrooms of your previous companions? This I have to see."
"No, don't—" he held up a hand as he spoke.
Clara opened the door.