Lost in the TARDIS.

Rated: T-ish
I don't own these characters or Doctor Who.

The Doctor used to dread Thursdays seeing as it would mean that Clara had just gone back with the Maitlands and he would have to wait another week to see her. However, this Thursday was different. Clara had recently moved into the TARDIS, and although sexy did not like it, the Doctor was overjoyed. He never had to wait for his Clara to be back in the TARDIS with him, he could take her anywhere he wanted, any time he wanted because she was travelling with him permanently. He smirked to himself as he discovered he truly loved the way that sounded; His Clara.

Suddenly realizing that the TARDIS was becoming unruly, he plugged in random coordinates and hoped that the TARDIS would not object. He loved being surprised and hoped that there was still a place in the galaxy he had not seen in his long life. Although unlikely, he liked the idea of being surprised over a new world. The idea of Clara and himself discovering a new planet together brought a smile to his face.

Acknowledging that the TARDIS thought this was a bad idea he moaned and complained in his disappointment. "I know it's never a good idea to plug in random coordinates, but I want to be the one surprised this time!" He whined and pranced around the control panel as the TARDIS refused to give into his dangerous orders. Arguing with himself about what to do and where to go next, he suddenly thought of Clara. The Doctor pushed the control switches away and ran upstairs to get Clara out of bed.

Completely ignoring the fact that she probably had gotten little sleep, he thrashed up the stairs, slammed her door open and ran to her bedside in order to wake her up from her slumber. He whispered her name a few times, hoping to get some reaction from the motionless sheets below him, and soon realized that she was not in bed. Thinking the TARDIS may have moved her from her bedroom; he checked several of the rooms and hoped that she would appear in one of them. Noticing that she was nowhere to be found, he panicked and started checking a few of her favorite rooms.

When he got to the library, he searched the different levels and screamed, "CLARA!" in each and every one of them. When that proved unsuccessful, he bowed his head in discouragement. Sitting down at one of the tables, he realized that there was a book half opened along with numerous pieces of paper outlining characters and places and why they seemed interesting. Realizing that it was written in Clara's handwriting, the Doctor pranced out the side of the room, hoping to hear her voice echo through the TARDIS.

After a few minutes of yelling and waiting for Clara, he gave up and leaped towards the entrance to the swimming pool. Fear then crept over him as a world of what if's popped into his head. What if she had drowned? What if he let her die again? What if she was scared? What if she wanted to leave because she felt he could not protect her? These thoughts circled around his mind, making him run faster towards the pool. He got to the side of the pool and quickly peered in. After a few minutes, he allowed himself to calm down a little considering Clara was not at the bottom of the pool. Pacing around the room, he thought about where she may be. "If I was Clara, where would I be" he repeated to himself quietly. Suddenly, a look of realization appeared on his face and he bolted through the door and to the left. Running up several hallways, bouncing around corners and tripping through a few doorways, the Doctor finally approached a white door with a window set right where his face was. He looked inside and what he saw was absolutely breathtaking.

Clara was covered in powder from her head to her feet checking the oven periodically, which meant she was baking something. Instead of rushing in, the Doctor watched her patiently for a matter of minutes. The way she pushed the hair out of her eyes made him smile, and the way she made faces at herself made the Doctor giggle. Finally, when she was facing the way opposite of the door, the Doctor pounced in and leapt across the room to take her in his arms.

"Doctor!" Clara exclaimed with a happily stunned look on her face.
"Hello, darling! I've been looking for you all morning!" the Doctor replied, happy to have found her again.
"I was just…" she paused, "I couldn't sleep, so I…" she paused again, looking for a way to save herself from sounding pathetic.

At that moment, the Doctor looked down at her and sighed. A little smile formed on his lips before he pressed them to her forehead. He felt as though a cinderblock had been lifted from his shoulders. His Clara was safe and although she looked a little tired, she was happy with him. He reveled in the wonderful woman who was opening the oven to get her creation out. She made him happy, and he even chuckled at the sight of the soufflé collapsing in Clara's arms.