Hey guys, this is my first Doctor Who fanfic so be nice...I've been crafting this one up for yonks and I'm ready to let my baby out into the world, treat her nicely. Reviews please would be absolutely fab (alright, I'm never saying that again) , no for real let me know.

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"Sydney! Aha, you beauty!" The Doctor beamed and waved his hands around like a lunatic, all the while prancing about the controls of the TARDIS like an excited kid in a candy store.
Clara watched with a bemused expression fixed upon her face, struggling to hide the giggle that was threatening to burst out of her throat.
"Australia! Can you imagine? I've never been of course, but I've heard stories," he said twirling about. "Where in Australia, you may ask, but it's not where...it's when! Naturally, any time traveller knows the best time to visit Sydney is in the year 2450! Any other time is just plain boring! But now, and here! The best time in Australian history! A brilliant lot the Australians, oh yes indeed, they were the first to invent walking cities! Aha! Walking cities, you ask well you'll just have to find out won't you!"
And with that he bounded over to the door and she skipped up the other side, and they both turned and looked at each other and simultaneously counted ... ONE...TWO...THREE... And then spun back and flung the doors open to behold the wonders outside.

Clara couldn't believe her eyes, everything she was seeing...was truly a feast for each and every sense.
Delicious smells wafted into her nostrils as she surveyed the market below her with all the wonder of someone truly seeing for the first time.
Rows upon rows of bright, glowing market stalls stood before them like an army, and upon closer inspection she saw they all seemed to be growing directly from the ground and the merchandise hanging like apples off the branches. There was no order to the market she saw before her, only a jumbled chaos of adventure; but then again wasn't the point of life to accept the chaos? If so, the Australians had it hands down.
She loved it.
The Doctor stumbled next to his mouth a gaping 'O' and stuttered out a simple, "God bless the Australians."
The rest of the day passed in a whirlwind of colour, fun and a rather awful lot of shopping. By, the time the day had passed they staggered back to TARDIS, a trolley in tow. EACH.
The Doctor slammed the door shut behind them and pulled off his jacket and wiped sweat off his forehead; he then cautiously approached his mountain of stuff.
Clara knew better than to get between the boy and his toys, so she left him to it and dragged her stuff down the long zigzagging corridor she had began to know well these past months. Finally, she reached her room and tumbled inside with her mountain of goodies.
Puffing she turned and raced back to the Doctor.
"Doctor! I have a wonderful-" she began to exclaim.
The Doctor had his physic paper in hand and was staring quizzically at it, "Clara, get your coat...It appears we've been invited for tea!"
"Oh, and wear something nice!" He called after her.
Clara stalked up to him and leaned on the console using her elbows,
"One teeny tiny problem.."
He looked at her expectantly waiting for her to continue.
"I don't have anything to wear."
" 2 doors to the right and then take a left and continue straight to the big red door. "
"Alrighty then, won't be a mo'. "
The Doctor must have had a word with the TARDIS after she left because, surprisingly enough, she hadn't got lost once!
The Big Red Door glared at her menacingly as she gingerly opened the door and fumbled for the light switch.
When she flicked it on and took in the contents of the room she began to laugh hysterically.
God, the man owned more clothes than she did! And that is saying something.
She twirled around taking it all in. How on earth was she ever going to find anything to wear?
On her right, one of the countless racks of clothes began spinning faster and faster until a dress had rotated to the front, just within Clara's reach.
She surveyed it and her face split into a big beaming smile, she patted the wall next to her.
"Guess you aren't such a grumpy old cow after all, eh?"
The only response she got was a kind of sighing that echoed through the TARDIS which made her grin even more.
She turned back to the dress.
~Quite a while later~
The Doctor groaned and silently cursed himself, he should have known this would have happened.
What was it with girls and getting ready? They always, always took forever! But, it was usually always worth it.
He grumbled and then combed his messy hair in the reflecting console and ran his tongue over his teeth. Then he winked at himself.

He heard soft foot steps behind him and he flew over to his jacket at the foot of the stairs and threw it on, he looked up at his Clara and...felt his two hearts practically jump out of his chest as he took her in.
She stood at the top of the stairs nervously brushing bits of her side fringe out of her face. She wore a strappy silky red dress that came down to mid-thigh. The red complemented her eyes perfectly and matched her lipstick. As she carefully stepped down the last steps to meet him he noticed that she wore black heels that nearly brought her head up to his chin, nearly.
"So, shall we head off then?" She gestured towards the door.
"But, of course."
He grabbed her hand, raked his eyes down her once more.
"Eyes front soldier!" Clara exclaimed snapping him back to reality.
"My eyes are always front!" She smirked at him and cocked her eyebrow at him.
"Oh, shut up!" He blushed.

They then ventured out into the world that lay behind those two blue doors.

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