Clara groaned drifting out of sleep again. She shifted, pulling the pillow over her head.
DUM DUM DUM DUM DUM DUM DOOO WEEE OOOOOOOOOH DOOO WEEEE OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH
Clara looked up from her bed to the miniature Tardis sitting on her bedside table. She stared at the alarm clock as a blue light shined through the top telling her it was well past noon on Earth.
Clara got up, taking a shower. 'where on earth did he get that thing?' Clara thought reaching for her pink robe. Looking around, she realized the robe wasn't there but a thick black robe took it's place. She sighed pulling the robe on and turned in the mirror. The words 'Doctor Who' stood out in white stitching on the back of the robe it's signature logo between the two words.
"For the love of-" Clara stepped back into her room letting out the steam. She reached into her closet looking for her red dress. "oh no he didn't-" She growled tossing open the door. But he had. All of her clothes were gone, replaced with a simple brown shirt. She grumbled getting ready. Pulling on her blue jeans and a pair of apparently new blue (Tardis Blue) converse. she looked over herself in the mirror. The simple brown shirt was actually an exact replica of the Doctor's brown suit jacket, shirt and a signature bowtie printed out on the front. Clara sighed looking glaring at the mirror. "i'm going to kill him." She said, throwing open her door.
Clara stepped out of her room walking down the hallway. Several framed pictures now adorned the walls, some of people and places she knew, some of others she'd never seen before. Stepping into the Tardis console room, Clara giggled to herself. The doctor stood leaned over the console in a blue (Tardis Blue, she'd be sick of the color if this continued) shirt, denim jeans, and a bright red fez. He turned to her a goofy wide grin on his face.
"Don't you look great!" he circled her picking up a lock of her hair. "Where's your fez?" he asked and she snickered.
"I didn't see one." she said and he frowned before running over to a pile of trash. She recognized several logos picking up the Ebay box and looking over the label. "why are you buying things from ebay?" Clara asked.
The Doctor continued to swim through the empty boxes and paper. He pulled out another box and looked over the front. "Found it." Reaching inside, he grabbed a bright red fez and stuck it onto Clara's head. "perfect." He said running back to the console.
"Doctor? what is all this?" Clara said, adjusting her fez. It was best to play along when he was like this, even if the fez was itchy.
"Doctor Who merchandise. All i could get on such short notice. The 50th anniversary of the shows starting is apparently soon." He said and she shifted in her shirt.
It was best not to say anything she decided. "i'm going to make some tea." The doctor smiled at the idea.
"Make me a cuppa too." he said and she nodded walking into the kitchen. Clara stared at the teapot. A small Tardis tea pot stared back at her. 'Don't question it' she thought, filling the pot like any other day. She opened the cabinets looking for the mugs. Glaring down at the mug in hand, she set the Tardis Mug on the table. She nearly lost it after pulling out the several, apparently collectible, Doctor Who villain glasses. Clara glared at the Doctor's face printed out on another glass. "DOCTOR!" She screamed and he peaked into the kitchen a devilish smile on his face.
"you like?" She glared in response and he came over. He took the glasses pulling out another mug, this one patterned with a Dalek texture, and put the rest away. "We'll have fun with these later he said as he put away the glasses. He held up one. "these change colors!" Clara couldn't help but smile through her frustration. He looked so happy, however vane it was, staring at himself on a glass.
"please tell me this is all you bought." His widening smile told her otherwise. He sat at the kitchen table opening a book, The Silent Stars Go By by Dan Abnett, and reached into, you guessed it, a Tardis cookie jar pulling out a jammie dodger. Clara stared at the excentric time lord as he munched a satisfied smile on his face.
"Doctor, you need help." she mumbled. He smiled wider.
"you're right." he said. "i probably do" He got up taking the cookie jar with him. "and i'll get it." he grabbed Clara's hand tugging her into the Movie room. "after we watch all the seasons of Doctor Who."
Clara looked around the room. Doctor Who merchandise hang from the walls and a Tardis pillow tucked under her arm. "Doctor, why don't we-"
"Classic or New?"
"What?"
"Do you want to watch classic or New Doctor Who?"
"There's an old Doctor Who?"
The Doctor smiled. "yeah, strange that they divided it up like this but what can you do." He handed her half of a Tardis blanket popping the dvd in.
A black and white screen logo of Classic Doctor Who came up and Clara sighed as the marathon began.