DISCLAIMER: I do not own Doctor Who
CHAPTER 1
"Doctor!" a small voice squealed.
Clara Oswald threw her arms around the Doctor in the doorway of her flat. It was Wednesday, therefor time for adventure.
"Hello, Clara," he smiled into her hair before pulling away, grabbing her hand, and leading her into the TARDIS. "Any ideas where to go today, or shall it be a surprise?"
"Surprise me, Chin-Boy," she grinned, swinging against the railings in the console room.
The Doctor loved it when she called him Chin-Boy. Of course, he never let on. After two years of travel with Clara, he would know if his feelings for her were requited. And as far as he knew and as far as he calculated, they weren't. Still, the nicknames for him made his hearts tingle.
He pulled a lever, rolled a dial, and pressed three buttons, and the familiar VWORP VWORP VWORP rang through the TARDIS. Clara ran up and down staircases and across balconies, giggling as she always did when they were in the act of traveling.
"Bet you can't catch me, Chiny!" she shouted, weaving between metal bars.
"Bet I can!"
He chased her and chased her, and she ran as fast as her short (but beautiful, mind you) legs could cary her. He chased her even after the Tardis landed. And finally, he grabbed her waist from behind, spun her around, and pressed her against the wall.
"Got ya!" he panted, arms still against her waist. Her eyes were wide, but she had a touch of a smile stretched across her lips.
Oh, how Clara longed to tell the Doctor how she felt about him, really. How she longed to close the few inches between them and kiss his lips, or maybe just his cheek, if that's all he'd allow. She wouldn't mind if he only let her kiss his cheek. She wouldn't mind to kiss his feet, really.
His hands were still rested on her; only because of their tiredness, they had sunken a little to her hips, and she was flat against the wall, willing him to come closer.
But he smiled and released her, and both heaved a long sigh to help them catch their breath.
"You're a fast little dwarf," he smiled, offering his arm.
"And you're a dead man walking if you keep making short jokes about my height," she growled dangerously after taking his arm reluctantly. "Where are we going?"
He opened the doors of the TARDIS and Clara grinned.
"The Beatles concert at Carnegie Hall in 1964?!" she shrieked. "Oh, Doctor!"
She squeezed his arm. They stood in front of the beautiful Hall in New York City, people flocking around. They walked up to the door and a man asked to see their tickets. The Doctor pulled out his psychic paper and showed him. He waved them inside.
Once they found their seats, Clara squealed yet again.
"Oh, Doctor, I could kiss you!"
"Then why don't you?" he asked in an uneasy smile.
She swatted at his arm. "Don't be rediculous."
After the concert, the Doctor pulled some strings (moreover, the psychic paper pulled some strings) and got them backstage. He had to catch Clara to keep her from toppling over when she saw John, Paul, George, and Ringo tuning their instruments and packing them away.
"Hello, there!" George smiled. "Backstage guests, I assume. What are your names?"
Clara just mumbled something incoherent while leaning against the Doctor.
"Big fan, she is," the Doctor explained. "My name is the Doctor, and this is Clara Oswald." He pushed Clara away and clasped Ringo's hand. "May I just say, I am a big fan!"
Once Clara exited her state of shock, John and she began to enter an in-depth conversation while the Doctor chatted with the other boys. They all got along so well, they took off to a pub and bought the place out for the night, since the Beatles were, of course, famous. The security stood at the doors while the Doctor talked with Paul, George, and Ringo and watched uneasily as John got closer to Clara.
Finally, after nearly an hour, John took her hand and pulled her into a hallway. The Doctor frowned
"Any idea where John's going?" he asked the others.
Paul shrugged, so they kept talking. But after ten minutes, he got worried. He stepped down the hall and opened doors into rooms, looking for Clara. He opened door after door, and as he started get further down the hallway, he wondered what exactly John was doing to his innocent Clara. His sweet, darling, innocent Clara. He finally had looked through all the bathrooms and all the storage rooms in the hall except the one at the very end. It was a janitor's closet. He opened the door, and-
Oh.
He supposed his Clara wasn't as innocent as he may have thought.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey guys! I love a good Whouffle fic, don't you? But they're so hard to find! Please give feedback, my Whovians. I also love prompts, if you give me a prompt, I'll love you forever! Reviews are also fantastic. Now, the real important thing is: what is Clara DOING? (This fick is rated T, mind you! Don't get any wrong ideas!)