AUTHOR'S NOTE: Lol. Don't hate me for this one. It was originally just a random idea after I saw this picture someone drew of the Doctor with Oswin. He was standing behind her with one hand on her stomach underneath one of hers with the other hand on top of hers on his neck while his chin was placed atop her head. It's a lovely picture if you ever find it. This story was actually never meant to be put up, but I thought Why not? So don't hate on because it doesn't make complete sense, and the facts don't match up perfectly. I just wanted to have a little fun, so I wrote this. I was incredibly bored at the time. I am a major whouffle shipper. I ship them until I'm six feet under, which hopefully won't be anytime soon. Anyways! I hope you enjoy the story! Whoop!

The Doctor was suddenly zapped as the floor seemed to disappear from under his feet, and he felt like he was falling. He gave a shout as his vision blackened, and he fell continuously. That is, until someone started to shake him…hard. His eyes shot open to find a girl leaning over him, her head tilted slightly in interest and her brown eyes sparkling in wonder. She smiled when she saw that he was awake as she sat up straight and commented, "Good, you're awake."

The Doctor struggled to sit up, but his arms gave out underneath him as he asked, "What happened?"

The girl shrugged and helped him sit up as she replied, "Not entirely sure. One minute, you were out there, and the next minute you were in here." Her eyebrows furrowed together as she looked down at him as if thinking deeply and questioned, "How do you expect to rescue me if you're stuck in here too, chin boy?"

The Doctor's eyes filled with recognition as he leaned towards her and commented, "Oswin?" Oswin smiled when he said her name; it sounded good coming from his lips, even more in person. Something else that looked better in person was his looks. Yes, his chin was a little more defined now, but he was also a lot cuter off the big screen and actually in front of her.

"Well, Oswin," the Doctor continued, planning to answer her previous question as he stood up, with a little help from her, of course, to stable him. "That is a good question…But I'll get us out of here."

"Mmhmm, sure," Oswin responded as she turned and walked over to her bed, collapsing back on it as she watched him take out his sonic and wave it around, a high pitch whine filling the air as he did so. "Whatever you say, chin boy."

The Doctor looked at the sonic, and a sour look crossed over his face, before he stuffed it back into his inside pocket. He sauntered over to where Oswin was lying down and sat on the edge of the bed. The oven and fridge in the corner of the large room caught his eye, and he couldn't help but smile as he mumbled, "Soufflé girl…"

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Did you just call me soufflé girl?"

The Doctor didn't answer as Oswin sat up next to him and moved around to look him dead in the eyes. The Doctor was worried he had insulted her, but his worries disappeared the moment he saw the smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"Her lips…" The Doctor thought as he briefly glanced at them. They looked so warm and soft, so perfect. It made him want to just lean down and…

"Down boy," Oswin teased as she stood up and walked towards the kitchen. The Doctor instantly became flustered as he leaped to his feet and followed after her. His cheeks were red as he blushed and replied, "I didn't…You don't…Shut up!"

Oswin chuckled and turned around as the Doctor came to a halt right in front of her. Oswin smirked and looked him up and down as she commented teasingly, "You know, chin boy…If you want to kiss me, all you have to do is ask…"

The Doctor's mouth dropped open before closing and opening again, repeating the process as Oswin stood up on the tips of her toes, placing her hands on his shoulders for support as she whispered in his ear, "And I know you want to…"

"May I…" The Doctor clamped his mouth immediately after he said that, not knowing what made him say that or why he said that. Oswin only smiled, and without another word, pressed her lips against his as she took his face into her hands and pulled his face closer. The Doctor's arms instantly began to flail, but Oswin put a stop to his flapping about as she grabbed both of his hands and placed them around her waist, prompting him to curl his fingers around her. After a few more seconds of his arms instinctively tugging trying to get away, the Doctor finally wrapped his hands around her waist.

Oswin ran her tongue along his bottom lip, asking for entrance, the Doctor reluctantly opened his mouth for her after a few moments. However, the moment he felt her tongue sweep across his, instinct kicked in, and he grabbed her hips tightly as he forced her up against the refrigerator. Oswin gave a gasp in pleasant surprise as she smiled into the kiss and ran her fingers through his hair. The Doctor leaned back to be able to pick her up as her legs instinctively wrapped around him, and he pressed her back against the refrigerator.

Oswin moaned softly when she felt him there in-between her legs as a deep blush spread across her cheeks when she realized that in the process of him lifting her, her dress, which had been short as it is, was now pushed up to her hips. She soon forgot about her dress as the Doctor began to kiss along her jaw line then down her neck as she clung to his shoulders and breathed, "Bed…Now…"

The Doctor pulled his mouth away, earning a soft sound of protest from Oswin's lips as he smiled slightly and spun around, carrying her over to the bed. They fell onto it together in a tangled mass of skin and limbs as they quickly stripped each other of their clothing and became mixed up in each other.

The Doctor couldn't help but revel in the sound of her moaning his name breathlessly as they moved together, rocking against each other in sync.

"Doctor…Oh, Doctor…"

Suddenly, the Doctor realized that her voice was changing from pleasured and breathless with a high pitch to confused and full of breath with a normal pitch.

"Oh, Doctor…Doctor. Doctor?"

"Doctor? Doctor, wake up."

The Doctor woke with a start as he looked up to see his companion and lover Clara Oswald leaning over him from where she sat on her side of the bed. The Doctor flashed his typical goofy, loving smile at her as he greeted drowsily, "Hello, Clara…"

"Doctor, who's Oswin?"

Shit… The Doctor realized he must have been talking in his sleep. How could he tell her that he had met her twice before? She would freak out. She might even leave him, never wanting to travel with him again. She might think that she was only a replacement for the other two, but he knew she wasn't just a replacement. In his mind, they were just reuniting after being separated for a long time, and she had a case of amnesia. And there was one thing her knew. She would never be a replacement because he knew the girl sitting beside him, brown hair tangled on one side from where she had been sleeping and eyes soft from drowsiness and warm from affection, she was the original. She was the first and the only real Clara Oswald.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:Sooo? How was it? What did you think? I know, it's silly. It holds no factual ground, and the beginning doesn't make a whole lot of sense, but I like it. After all, I was once told something by someone that all writers should take something away from. Don't write what others want to read, write what you'd like to read. Unless of course you're writing per request, but that's different. :3 Anyways! Reviews are always welcome, and if you want some good Doctor Who whouffle stories that aren't random and make at least a little bit of sense, go look at my other stories. Thanks! :D