A/N: Originally part of a larger collection of multifandom drabbles, broken up by individual fandom here. All prompts from Reddit's Fanfiction subreddit. June 5: Absolutely nothing interesting is happening at all. Nothing. (Up to 500)
"Clara! Are you finished yet?" The Doctor was getting impatient and pacing around her apartment.
"Still working!" Came the reply from the teacher.
Clara was stationed at her kitchen table which had essays and tests sprawled out across it that she was marking. She was behind and trying to catch up before they went on another adventure.
"You know you can do that in the TARDIS," The Doctor offered as he rummaged through the medicine cabinet in her bathroom. All of her toiletries were now scattered on and in her sink. He looked in the mirror, his gray curls looking a little wild and he frowned at his reflection.
"I told you, I can't concentrate and I've put these off long enough. Besides, the last time I did marking in the TARDIS, one of the papers ended up getting left on that space station we visited," Clara called out again, trying to focus. She pulled her eyes away from the paper she was grading when she heard a crash from the bathroom. "Everything alright in there, Doctor?"
"Fine!" He called out, still messing about with the things in her cabinets. "What is this contraption? Some sort of torture device? Why do you have a torture device?" He asked, poking his head out to the other room and holding up a gleaming metal device.
Clara looked over, shaking her head. "That's a curling iron, you silly man," She informed him with a small smile.
"Oh. Right. Yes, of course. Curling iron..." He still looked at it with uncertainty.
"It's for hair," Clara explained, seeing his look.
"Why would you want to torture your hair?"
Clara sighed. She knew that she was going to get nowhere on her work and the Doctor was just going to be more distracting the longer she let him be bored.
"How about we go out for a snack?" She suggested. "Some of that space ice cream you were telling me about?"
The Doctor gave her a look at that. "You can't just put space in front of everything, Clara," He teasingly admonished.
Clara got up from her makeshift work station and went with him towards the bedroom to the TARDIS. As she passed the bathroom, she looked in. "Doctor! Are you just going to leave everything like that?" Her things were strewn across the bathroom and the whole room was in a state of disarray.
"What? They're not my things," He said innocently. "So it's not my mess and I shouldn't touch it," The Doctor reasoned before giving her a smile as he snapped his fingers to open the TARDIS door.
What was she going to do about that man?