A/N – Hii guys me again. Yeah don't look so disappointed I can see you. No I can't really but wouldn't that be pretty cool? Thanks for the few reviews/favourites/follows it really helps motivate me. So yeah enjoy I hope you like it.
The sun was shining over the rows of terraced houses as The Doctor strolled along the road whistling a tune to himself, even though he didn't quite know where he had heard the catchy tune that was stuck in his head. As he reached his destination he paused to examine the beat up old scarlet mini in the staff car park, Clara's car. The only car parked in the square car park. With and extra spring in his step he walked. No rather bounced into the cafe picking up a plate of homemade brownies from the display cabinet and smelling the rather nice aroma before putting them down back where they belonged and rang the little gold bell rather enthusiastically. This however got him a rather odd look from the only other customer that was sitting in the Doctors new favourite cafe. He heard someone shout from the back "One second ple- oh my stars" the disembodied voice later identified as clara started coughing rather violently which meant that the rather unique man ran through the two swing doors to find the small kitchen full of smoke emitting from the cooker. This is where Clara Oswald, waitress was standing holding a black mound of pastry. This meant that yet again she had made another failure of soufflé which was just too beautiful to live. Thats what her mum said anyway before she well thats another story. He pulled Clara out of the kitchen and into the main area of the cafe to find that the other customer had indeed left after all the commotion to do with the smoke. The doctor left Clara sitting on her stool while he went to sort out the mess that was the shops cooker. He returned several minutes later to find Clara had not in fact moved and she was clinging to the black heap of ash or pastry or whatever you want to call it with her tiny hands for dear life. The doctor eyed her cautiously and moved to the door to swiftly turn the 'were open!' Sign so that it was showing the public that the little rose and crown was now closed. He then went and kneeled in front of Clara while a silent tear rolled down her smoked stained face.
"Clara... Clara you're alright now, I promise can i take your um... Soufflé away from you before you burn your hands?" His voice was full of the concern and compassion he had towards the petite waitress that he'd grown to love.
She robotically let her fingers un curl from around the black plate and gave the ruined delicacy to the man in front of her. He quickly ran into the back and dumped the dessert into the bin. He was back in front of clara as quickly as he had left cupping his large hands around hers. Tears were still streaming down her face as the doctor reached up to wipe her eyes dry. This was when she started to return back into reality as she crumbled into her friends waiting arms. He enveloped her fragile body and gave her a reassuring squeeze. She wrapped her tiny arms around his neck as he placed his lanky arms around her waist, purely for reassurance not for anything else, no, how dare you! As he was whispering soothing words into Clara's ear he started to feel her head loll against his shoulder which meant she was slowly drifting off to sleep, the shock must have been on to her. He slowly got up carrying her gently towards one of the booths in the corner which was were he usually sat. He slowly laid her down making sure she was not going to fall off. The Doctor then started busying himself with making her more comfortable. He strictly remembers seeing a pillow and blanket in the back of the scarlet mini parked round back when he went to examine whether or not he could upgrade it for her. He couldn't. So with that knowledge in mind he ran round to the front. Of the Rose and Crown praying that she had been lazy like him to leave her car unlocked. The gods were with him, that's how his friend Vastra would've said anyway as the door opened rather swiftly at his touch. He reached inside and grabbed the small pillow and rather large duvet and dashed back to Clara's side. Where he sat until she began to stir.
