AN: Albeit being part of a series, these can easily be read as one-shots.

For anyone who'd like to know, however, these are Allonswin one-shots set in my "Echoes Of Time" fic-verse, where the Tenth Doctor is the first one to discover Clara Oswald due to a change in the timeline. There's more information on my profile, if anyone's interested. These are moments between them that didn't fit into the main story, but begged to be told.

The one-shots are in no particular order, which means that they'll have the Doctor and Clara at different points in their relationship. I'll list any specific warnings or info for each of them. Some are funny, some might be ridiculously fluffy... Some may have feels. We'll see. :D

Genre: Humor

Rating: Light T (for suggestiveness)

No Questions Asked, Period.

The Doctor gazed across the console at his friend, who seemed considerably more tepid than usual. She hadn't talked for minutes, but usually he couldn't get a word in edgewise. "You feeling okay?" he asked, genuinely worried. "You look pale."

Clara crossed her arms snugly around her torso and leaned back against the coral pillar. "I'm fine." Her brooding expression abandoned her empty claim.

"Doesn't seem so," he chortled, swiping out his sonic screwdriver. He lifted it up to her neck and began scanning her, his face bright with a youthful enthusiasm, but hers looking more and more as if she were considering biting as an appropriate social convention. "Your body temperature's up just a fraction, hormone levels high, your energy low... Tell me, are you experiencing any sort of abdominal pain, or a short, high-pitched droning noise right at the back of the-"

Clara interrupted him swiftly, with her lips contorted into a salty grimace.

"Doctor, get that thing out of my face, or so help me, I will CRAM it where it's never been crammed before!"

Needless to say, he backed off, not wanting to take the trouble to remember where he hadn't hid the sonic device... yet. "Well. All right," he said, hands raised in defense. "Somebody's in a huff today. Don't know what I did to deserve it, much less what caused it."

She started at him with such an intensity he momentarily considered if she were capable of burning out his retinas. "You are kidding me," she spat.

"What?" he squeaked, eyes wide. "Seriously, what'd I do?"

Clara threw out her arms in mock despair.

"You've picked up human females as companions for how long," she attempted to explain, "and this whole time you've never noticed? Our monthlies?"

The Doctor's feet were firmly planted to the ground, his jaw was dropped open, and his face was blank. Ultimately giving up, Clara growled, and did an about-face.

"Impossible," she muttered, while stamping off to the secondary corridors. "He's mastered everything in the universe except women."

Silence fell upon the console room; the only noise remaining being the low hum of the TARDIS's engines. The Doctor still stood there speechless. He looked around sheepishly, ran his fingers through his hair, and when he couldn't think anymore on the subject, returned to piloting the time ship.

"I still don't know what I did wrong," he murmured quietly.