In the control room…
"I was not!" Clara shouted at the Doctor's evilly grinning face.
"You were so considering marrying him! I saw it in your big round eyes!" He said in a childish voice.
"Oh shut up you! You don't know me well enough to be able to see it in my 'big round eyes'! And anyway don't you have some tinkering to do under the console or something?" Clara said, eager to change the subject.
"Oh, yes! Thank you for reminding me! I still need to fix the heating! Never could fix that properly..." The Doctor said, starting down the stairs. "Remember when you were in the shower and you slipped over because the water suddenly went cold?! Priceless!"
"Okay, yes I do remember that but it wasn't my fault! I was surprised!" Clara said, her face quickly turning a shade of red. She started to follow the Doctor but thought she better not because he seems to just talk about weird circuits and expects you to understand…
"I'll just go have a quick shower then." She called, already halfway up the stairs to the bathroom.
"Don't slip over!" The Doctor called back, chuckling.
"Oi spaceman! Don't you start!" She shouted as she closed the door to her bathroom.
The Doctor felt a sudden sadness wash over him when she called him Spaceman. He missed Donna…
After about 20 minutes of tinkering and Clara trying to get along with the TARDIS, the Doctor's screwdriver suddenly made a funny noise and sparks started flying out of it, sending the doctor flying backwards with a yelp.
"Doctor, are you okay?" Clara leant over the railing to look at him.
"Fine, Clara! But my sonic screwdriver just decided it doesn't like me anymore…" The Doctor headed up the stairs and walked over to a door Clara had never noticed before. "Just need to get my other screwdriver from the storage room and use that." He said with a frown.
"What's with the frown? Is your other sonic screwdriver not as 'sonic'?" Clara said with a little smirk.
"Exactly. My only other screwdriver is… Well… It's not sonic at all. I only have one 'sonic' screwdriver…"
"Seriously? That's why you're concerned?"
"Oh hush Clara. Anyway back in a tic!" He called as he slipped into the storage room.
Clara went back over to the console and tried once more to talk to the TARDIS.
"So uh… Sexy… How… are you?"
By the low hum that comes in response, Clara assumes the TARDIS doesn't want to talk.
"Fine then." She said with a sigh.
"Clar- AGH!" Clara hears the Doctor shout from the storage room and then there is a bang as something hits the ground.
"Doctor?!" Clara shouts, running for the door. As she grabs the handle she hears a click and the door won't open.
"DOCTOR! Open the door!" Clara shouts.
*click*
"Clara it's okay, I'm fine!" The Doctor emerges from the room, quickly shutting the door, not letting Clara see inside.
"You scared me half to DEATH, Doctor! I thought you were like, dying or something!" Clara shouts at the Doctor as she hits his arm.
"Ow! Okay sorry, but you know how clumsy I can be! Anyway, where to next?"
"What about your screwdriver?" Clara quickly asks, he went in there to get it after all, so where is it?
"My screwdriver?" The Doctor asks with a puzzled expression.
"You, know the thing that undoes screws? It goes 'Bzzzzzzz'" She says using an imaginary sonic screwdriver.
"Oh uh, right yes, what about it- Agh!" The Doctor suddenly stumbles back and clutches his forehead.
"Doctor, are you okay?" Clara reaches out to steady him but he brushes her off, straitening again.
"No I'm fine, just a headache, that's all. Everything is gre- AGH!" He suddenly fell back again.
"Would you like a jelly baby?" He said in a voice that can only be described as the 4th doctor.
Clara took a step back, but quickly went and helped the Doctor up.
"What was that?!" She asked, almost shouting.
"Uh, nothing just a side effect from the cyber planner, reawakening some little things from my past regenerations, that's all, nothing to worry abou- Ugh!" He stopped again.
"Hello, I'm the Doctor" Now it was the 10th Doctor's voice.
"That is some hell of a side effect, Doctor!" Clara stated quite loudly.
"It's fine it's fine, all good now." He said in a forced cheerful voice.
Clara new it wasn't all good now but decided to leave him be. She turned to head up the stairs and heard a muffled cry from what sounded like the storage room. She turned and the Doctor gave her a smile and said it was just his stomach. Clara slowly turned away and headed to her bedroom, deciding that it was time for a good night's rest. Or whatever time it was on the TARDIS. If there was a specific time to follow on the TARDIS. Just before she closed the door she could just make out the Doctor shouting "why". She assumed he must be annoyed at his screwdriver…
That's all it is right?