Chapter 1
The Doctor and Clara entered the TARDIS; both seemed quite satisfied, though both still had bits of mud and water stains on their clothes.
Clara's face was lit with pleasure; specifically, the pleasure of a woman whom had just experienced her first true travel through time. This was no mere skipping to breakfast jaunt. They were currently in August, 18th 1969, having spent four fantastic days at the original Woodstock festival.
While the Doctor's face was jovial, at having shown his new companion a spectacular first trip, his mind was still stalled on what happened concerning The Great Intelligence. He pushed the thoughts of malevolent entities and his ever present guilt to the back of his brilliant mind. He did so because Clara was near him continuing a veritable monologue concerning their excursion.
"That was brilliant, and rather tense. The way all those people were being controlled by the sound waves from the speakers, I thought they were going to drown me in muck. How would that be for a death? Dying before I was born, in the mud and rain at Woodstock. Frightening; but brilliant!" She said shifting excitedly, as if the idea of being shoved in mud and nearly suffocating at the hands of hypnotized hippies was the most fabulous thing in the universe. "Why on earth would anyone want to control unwashed, music and peace loving, stoned and unwashed American hippies?" She pondered aloud to the Doctor; who was now fiddling with the TARDIS controls. "Who or what is The Great Intelligence anyway?"
"Clara Oswald; that is something I intend to find out." He said, enjoying saying her name more than he would admit to anyone other than himself. "No clue how where to start, but then again I never do. Why does he have such a fascination with humans; granted you lot are ingenious with your wonderful and tiny brains."
Clara shrugged and rolled her eyes, "Tiny brains," she muttered under her breath. "Anyway, killjoy, so Jimmie Hendricks was an alien?" She asked this with an innocent grin to irritate him. They had already discussed the topic at length.
The Doctor continued to fiddle with the TARDIS as he replied, "Not him Oswald. I taught him, me, alien, two hearts, massive brain, Lord of Time," he finally paused in his ministrations and turned to look at her.
"Yea, you might have mentioned that, but Doctor you're like a goofy kitten with an inner ear problem. How could you have possibly taught one of the greatest guitarists of all time?"
"Thanks for that. In my younger days, I'll have you know I was much more 'coordinated,'" He emphasized the word in a Dr. Evil fashion. This drew a smile from Clara. "I was quite handy with instruments of all sorts. Still am I'll have you know. In fact, I taught the greatest Lagorithatorrian, Kospheltos, to play the Leafortapon. It's nearly impossible to play with only 10 fingers," He stated, wiggling his hands at her, coupled with his innocent face this made him seem like a proud and adorable, if not a little petulant, child.
Clara laughed. His face and the complete gibberish that spewed from his mouth made keeping a straight face impossible. Her laughter trailed off, "I'll take your word for it." A smile still split her petite face. "Now, on a more coherent note, you can now call this a 'snog booth.'"
The Doctor's miniscule eyebrows rose, "Come again?"
"It's officially a 'snog booth.' Didn't you wonder where I wandered off to with Roger Daltrey after you sorted out that sound business, with your screwdriver." She grinned a little wider, saving people with a screwdriver, sonic or not, amused her to no end. "Or, were you too busy with Janis Joplin?"
The Doctor blushed slightly, "She's an old friend, gave me a coat once. She also happened to like my bowtie," he said, adjusting it proudly.
"Wait, you've met her before?"
"Of course, no snogging involved I might add," his face was still slightly flushed by the topic.
"Well, what do you have to say about my snogging the legendary singer from The Who?" She said folding her arms across her chest. "He's a magnificent kisser," she added. She rather enjoyed seeing the slight blush on his cheeks.
The Doctor turned back to fiddling with the TARDIS controls. Something sparked causing one of the many lights on the consol to flicker off. He tapped it a few times, which succeeded in lighting it back up. "The Who," he said not looking up from the consol. "Who are You? Where do you think they got those names? Doctor Who indeed," he smiled at the TARDIS consol so Clara couldn't see the mischievous grin on his face.
"Doctor!" Clara exclaimed. "It was a snog booth all along! As twitchy as you seem occasionally I never thought you would experience a phase like that. Then again, don't we all?" The Doctor finally looked up at that statement and thought back to the Dalek Asylum planet. It was the first time he encountered her, though she was not her, per se, and had been converted into a Dalek. He shook his head at that thought. It was what Rory had told him about Nina and her phase that came to the forefront. Clara Oswald was an ever increasing mystery.
He ignored her implication to keep her guessing. "Hold on tight," he told her instead. She braced herself as best she could.
"Alright, madman with a time traveling snog booth, show me the stars."
He threw the last switches and the TARDIS began to make its familiar dematerializing sound. Suddenly, it made an uncharacteristic screech and shuddered violently. This threw them both to the floor as the TARDIS hurdled through the vortex.
