Away from the Mundane

Summary: Clara waits for the Doctor to pick her up for yet another exciting journey, entering the TARDIS with a smile. Cute drabble, one-shot.


Clara sat on the steps to her house, well, the house she lived in. She was still helping out as a nanny, but it seemed she might be able to get a new job in a few weeks time. That would really be lovely. Clara loved Angie and Artie, but she had never planned to stay with them for this long, and would appreciate it if she could soon be doing something new, and exciting.

Speaking of exciting, wasn't that the sound she had been waiting for the last twenty minutes? She raised her head, and listened carefully. There was no mistaking it. The whoosing from the TARDIS sent a chill down her spine, and she quickly stood up, to see the blue box materialising in the garden. Clara smiled and ran forward to open the door.

"Clara!" said the Doctor enthusiastically, giving her a huge hug. "I am so glad I'm on time, it took a while to convince her not to go back to last Tuesday…" he said, turning back to the consoles, tinkering with some button. Clara smiled fondly. The Doctor was ever so eccentric, his purple robe billowing around him as he almost danced around the console, pushing buttons and pulling levers almost as if on chance.

"Actually, you were a bit late," she couldn't help to say.

"Oh well, a bit is not a lot, and a lot would indeed be worse, I assume, in some cases maybe a lot could be better, for instance if you were in the middle of something that took a lot of time, then there wouldn't be a problem with me being late. Which I am sorry for, by the way, although to be fair, I have been known to let people wait longer in the past, or possibly in the future, not by choice of course but as it happens…" the Doctor chatted. Clara nodded, knowing him well enough now to not focus all too much on his random speeches. She went to stand by the railing.

"So where are we off to today?" she asked, clearly looking forward to it. She went with the Doctor about once a week, and it was always a brilliant experience, to simply pause her everyday life for a crazy adventure or a far off vacation. Going there in a spaceship with an alien was about as far away from mundane as anyone could get.

"I don't know, what do you think? They serve amazing steaks-on-cakes in 18th century Inkagloor," the Doctor commented, looking at her to see her response. "If you fancy a meal," he added.

"Steaks on cakes? That sounds awful!" she replied. "Let's go!"