Hey guys! So, I've decided to call 12XClara not only Whouffle or Whouffaldi, but also Souelve, mashing together Souffle and Twelve. That way, I'm a Soufelf! AND YOU ARE ALL THE SOUELVES SO GET ON THIS SHIP. *clears throat.* Anyways. This isn't going to be a very long story, not like 24 chapters or things like that, more like 3-5. At the most, ten. Or twelve. But probably just 3-5. :) Anyways, after I finish this story, I'm planning on starting a couple of stories, one full of Whouffaldi oneshots and twoparters, the other an actual(hopefully long-lasting as in 15-25 chapters) storyline creatively called 'After Trenzalore'. So stick with me, and we'll go on a whouffle adventure! :D ANYWAYS...time to read the chapter here, and don't forget to review if you did or didn't like it, and fave if you did! :) ~Whoufflegurl

Clara folded up the checkered blanket and flipped the basket lid shut just before the sound of the TARDIS filled up her flat. She took the basket's handle in an arm and held onto the blanket in the other. Walking through the doors of the TARDIS, she filled the air with a cheerful hello.
"Hello, Clara." the Doctor was flipping a page in one of his books. He seemed to read all the time now, especially liking Amelia Williams' books. Clara furrowed her eyebrows at the thought. Despite the fact she'd grown up on those books, she still felt tingly at the name, like she'd met Amelia Williams before. A light went on in her head and she smiled.
"Reading one of Amy's books again, Doctor?"
"Just started this one."
Clara walked over to him and looked at the book.
"The Centurion's Secret? You've read that at least ten times in the past thirteen weeks." Clara raised her eyebrows at the cover, which seemed different than normal. Instead of the usual brown papery cover with the title and authors name, he had a copy with the illustrated cover of a centurion and a box. She grinned. She must've accidently left her copy on the TARDIS last time.
Accidently.
She set the basket and blanket on the console quite loudly in front of him, causing his slightly wrinkled forehead to wrinkle more as he raised his eyebrows and peeked over the top of the book.
"Picnic?" he asked.
"You're taking me to the Skaists Prairies on the planet of Lielisks. Always wanted to go there. Heard how beautiful the prairies were all my life."
"I've never mentioned it before."
Clara frowned. Had he really forgotten Trenzalore? "But you've been to the planet."
"…yes?"
"Then so have I."
"Ah." It seemed to click im his mind, because he set down the book and took off the glasses, setting them down on the blanket. He motioned towards the picnic things and Clara moved them onto the seat, and he flipped a few switches on the console, pressed a couple of buttons, and pulled a lever.
With a groaning, wheezing noise, the TARDIS landed and the Doctor walked over to the doors while Clara grabbed the picnic stuff, making sure to snatch up the glasses. However much the Doctor disagreed with her, she knew his eyesight wasn't all that good.
When she turned to walk out the door, she giggled. He was standing there opening the door for her, grinning the widest, happiest grin she'd ever seen him grin in this body. He gestured outside and Clara practically hopped out of the TARDIS, hearing him follow with the click of the door closing.

"It's your fault!" Clara yelped, jumping to the side, relieved she'd managed to dodge the bullet.
"How is it my fault?!" the Doctor screeched so loud it was almost impossible it'd come from that older body. It was kind of amazing how he was managing to run, although she could tell it was getting to his back and legs.
"You're the one who accidently whistled the 'I'm an intruder and I'm going to kill you all' call!" Clara almost fell down, tripping on a rock. She groaned. She wished she hadn't worn these ankle boots or decided to wear the short, colorful dress without tights. It'd been a while since she'd worn a dress, so she'd decided to try and impress him again, see what his reaction was. She'd always worn the shorter dresses with his previous regeneration, trying to impress the guy and get what he felt for her out of him.
"Well you're the one who wanted to come to the planet in the first place!" He retorted, pulling her aside as if she weighed nothing when he saw rocks falling down to crush her head. She took his hand in hers and dragged him along, seeing he was starting to falter.
"Come on, we're almost to the TARDIS! I can see it." Clara called back. Somehow, after dodging bullets and rocks, they made it to the TARDIS. The Doctor gasped for breath as he ran over and flew the TARDIS away from the planet. After he'd gotten them settled in the midst of space, he sat down and tried to catch his breath.
Clara, who was too used to running for her life, just stood there awkwardly. She looked around the room, and realized something that made her face-palm.
"What's-" He panted, "-wrong?"
"Oh, it's nothing. I just forgot to cancel going to the Maitlands for Easter."
"Why?"
"They insisted you come and I said you would."
"Why do you have to cancel?" He really seemed oblivious, so she raised her eyebrows and looked at him like he was crazy. He looked blank for a moment, then nodded.
"Oh."
"Yeah." Clara sighed. "Oh well. I brought my phone anyway, which, which, dangit," Clara started to wave her hands, ready to completely cover her face with face-palms. "I left it in the picnic basket…which is back on the planet." She sighed. "Oh well. You have a phone in here." She picked up the phone and dialed the Maitlands, hoping Angie wouldn't ask for too elaborate of an explanation.

Clara walked into her flat, closing the TARDIS doors behind her. She sighed, tolerating the wind from the machine as it dissipated into nothingness, no doubt to appear into the midst of space for the Doctor to spend the week reading.
Again.
She limped over to her couch, groaning at the pain her feet were giving. She pulled off her shoes and threw them across the room, suddenly feeling angry and sad. Both feelings overwhelmed her at once, and she sobbed and screamed into a pillow, while fighting the urge to punch holes in the walls and throw her breakables at the tile floor.
She eventually fell asleep, exhausted by the tears and the day, and the absolute wall with which the Doctor hid his true emotions.

Waking up, she felt worse than how she'd felt last night. She walked heavily over to the kitchen, reaching for the ice cream in the freezer. She plopped it down onto the counter and reached for a spoon. She ripped off the top and stuffed the whole spoonful of ice cream in her mouth, cringing at the way it tasted like cardboard. It didn't usually taste like this. It must just be the universe trying to break her apart.
Clara walked over to her couch and sat down on it, turning on the TV and decided to watch whatever was on the first channel she switched to. She punched in a random number and threw the remote control across the room, as if to make herself watch the program.
"I'll never let go." the distraught whisper of Rose filled the air, and Clara threw her head back and groaned loudly.
"I hate this movie! I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!" Clara shouted over mouthfuls of ice cream. "There's no possible way people can fall in love that fast, and the titanic's too tragic of a REAL LIFE STORY FOR PEOPLE TO MAKE A FREAKING MOVIE ABOUT IT." Clara practically screeched, storming over to the tv and clicking the off switch. She slumped against the wall, feeling awful.
But wasn't that how fast you fell in love with the Doctor?
Clara shook her head at herself.
"No." she exclaimed. "No. Who says I even love the guy? He was ridiculous. Bowties are not cool. And purple? I mean come on. Sane people don't wear purple waistcoats and bowties and pronounce them cool."
He's not exactly people though, is he?
"No." she sighed. "I suppose he's not. I just don't know what to do." her voice dropped to a whisper without her realizing it. She didn't even know she was talking out loud. It just all came rambling out. "I loved him, I really did. I jumped into his time stream, knowing I was going to die, willing to save him. I sacrificed myself for him, I fell in love with every stupid face of his. I know I'm in love with this face." she found herself becoming drowsy, despite the hour it was. She fell asleep quickly, slumping to the floor with a thud, unknowing of her veins quickly filling with venom.