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Chapter 2: Coffee And Scones

Clara Oswald ran a brush through her slightly darker than auburn hair. She was lost in thought about the events of yesterday. The kids had blackmailed her into taking them into a TARDIS trip that had started out being quite fun, and had ended with her nearly losing the two most important things in her life: the kids, and the Doctor. There was also the Cyberman-Doctor, whom had said that he had feelings for Clara. Was that lie based on a truth? Was it even a lie.

That didn't seem like the Doctor she knew; he could be so aloof. So far away. And yet, sometimes his gaze lingered, sometimes a smile that really, truly touched those cold, ancient eyes of his. The Doctor hadn't corrected the kids when they had called him, her boyfriend. Was it wishful thinking on her part?

No, she firmly reminded herself, The first rule is don't fall in love. Ever since the death of her mother she had kept people at a distance, she wasn't sure she could take a hurt like that again. It had made her spiral, and it just seemed like she was seeing the light from the bottom of the well. The Doctor was her closest friend, perhaps her only real friend right now. She couldn't afford to turn into a girl, with a silly crush. Not now. Not ever. Clara steeled herself and turned to the thudding on her door.

"Clara! I've made scones! Annnnd I only burnt them twice. Ovens are tricky, tricky things. Also coffee... well you can thank Angie for the coffee. You see, apparently micro-wavers aren't used in the coffee making process." Clara giggled at the mental image of the Doctor's failed attempts at making breakfast, as she answered the door, and covered her mouth to hide the laughter.

"What? Did I do something funny. At least, I, am not still in my pajamas. I look spiffy. Bowtie and everything." Clara good-naturedly nudged him in the ribs and walked passed him saying,"Some of us haven't had 1000 years to become morning people, eh. Thank you for making breakfast. It was very nice of you. But we may have to domesticate you, if you're going to be my live in boyfriend." She quirked an eyebrow with him, laughed at his stunned, blush coloured face, and quickly trotted down the stairs, the soft, echo of a,"Shut it - you!" chasing after her.

She sat down at the kitchen table and thumbed through the news. Nothing jumped up off the pages at her; the same old, economy was bad, a few disappearances. She added a cream and a sugar to the coffee and sipped, letting out a sigh as the caffeine, and warmness of the drink perked her up. She lowered the paper enough to peer over the brim to a put-out looking Doctor, joining her. She smiled at him, taking the sting from her teasing earlier. Clara didn't want her Doctor frowning like that.

"Thanks again, I hate making things this early in the morning."

The Doctor peered up from looking at the table and lit up,"Not a problem. Glad to be of service. Care if I cop the news from you," he said snatching the paper and biting into a scone. He swallowed. "Trying to see if a random blue-box has been sighted. Mind, it would probably be front-page material."

Clara frowned and furrowed her brow. "So why did the old rust-bucket ditch you?" She was mostly teasing, but the machine had never been fond of her, and it was grating. She sympathized with him, however. She knew how dear the TARDIS was to him. Lifelong companion and all. She extended her arm across the table and gave his hand a re-assuring squeeze, and smiled across at him.

"So... any idea where to being looking?"

The Doctor felt a rush of warmth spread from his hand to his stomach before smiling bashfully and replying,"I - well... I think I may know a food place to start. You wouldn't have access to a car, Clara?"

Clara stood and wandered from the kitchen into the entrance hallway and grabbed a set of keys and called out,"Well come on chin-boy. Time to have an Earth adventure!"

A/N: The Tardis hunt begins next chapter!