So hey. My next story for my Second annual Valentine's Short stories.

Set after 'Cold War'.

This one more or less popped into my head, after noticing the potential of the unseen adventure of The dynamic duo going to the south pole to find the TARDIS.

It's... kinda romantic.

Here's hoping for your enjoyment.

Warning: Slight reference to Spanish words.

"Oh, home sweet home." The Doctor uttered as he and Clara stepped into the TARDIS. Well, he stepped inside. Clara trudged her way inside, wearing a large, fluffy-on-the-inside, parka.

"Yippy." Clara said, tiredly.

Clara sat down on the stairs, relived to finally have a chance to rest her legs. "It's great to be off my feets." As she does she started to take off her parka.

"Oh, how I missed you." The Doctor said heartfully to his constant companion. He then turned to his current companion. "Right, we were headed for Vegas, weren't we?" A shrug from Clara was apparently a 'yes' in The Doctor's books, as he started to touch his oh-so-many levers and buttons.

"Maybe we should relax for a while, Doctor. Seeing as we did travel to one of the coldest places on Earth."

"You're right, Clara. Even Clever Clarks-"

"Doctor."

"Oh, right. Sorry about that, again. You just think of brilliant stuff in the mind and you'd just want to burst it out."

"No. Not that. It's just that, you know the relaxing thing."

"Right." He said happily. "I know just the planet, Mundonce. You will love their Boinita towers, in Beauanes. Around in a circle, all 11 towers-"

"Doctor."

"But then again, we could go to the Beauanes capital, Noches Buenas is well-known for their beautiful night skys, enough to see over 231 constellation, as Izazaga had noted in their astronomy books."

"Doctor!" The Doctor stopped mid ramble. " When I mean by relaxing, I meant by going back to my time, for a while." She tried not to stare at him as he has on his 'sad puppy dog' face.

"Right. Of course. I'll just... Do that."

"Well, just until the next... Wednesday."

"Wha- what about Saturday? Saturdays are the best day for an adventure."

"Yeah, but not after having to spend almost two weeks going to the other side of the Earth. Besides, we can go to Vegas next week."

"Oh, fine."

As Clara left the TARDIS, with her folded parka under her arm, the TARDIS dematerialized. The Doctor, determined to give Clara the best Vegas trip of her life, headed to the corridors and turned left to find the wardrobe.

Then he realized that it's in the opposite direction.

Wednsday afternoon

Clara set the dishes in their proper places. As she finished, she heard the funny wheezing noise that would hearal a new adventure for her.

She grabbed her jacket and headed outside, towards the TARDIS.

"All right. I'm well rested." Her back to the door. "I'm adjusted, so where to-" She stopped in mid sentence at the sight of the Doctor. All dressed up in very gaudy Elvis garb.

"Well, honey." The Doctor started to say in his best (in the middle, more like) Elvis Presley voice. "I was thinking of a little town call Las Vegas. What do you say?"

"That you sound like an American midwestern teenager. And you look horrible in sequins."

"Oi! That was Presley!"

"I've heard his stuff, and seen a bunch of his movies. That wasn't even close."

"Oh!" He slightly scowled. "Fine, then I know when we're going."

"You're kidding me. The King of Rock and Roll. We're going to meet him."

"Time machine, Clara. Anyone and everything we can see."

"Goodie. Maybe he'll knock some sense into you about that accent."

Okay. I wanted this to be longer but, life gets in the way. I might come back to this at a later time, but for now it's a shortie story