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"Welcome to Lyra Mirianrus. Home of the Cribleom and the Amoi." The Doctor checked something on the screens then looked at Clara. "And whatever you do, do not mention one to the other." He pushed the swivel screen away.

"Why not?" Clara went to stand next to him.

"They hate each other. Had a terrible war that lasted for many years. I managed to get a treaty in place last week when I was here and I don't want you messing that up."

"Me messing stuff up?" She looked at him in disbelief. "Name one time I messed something up."

The Doctor turned to face her. He raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms, leaning back against the console.

"You almost got me eaten by that giant cave monster, you managed to burn my favourite shirt while I was wearing it, and let's not forget that argument you had with Gandhi which made him…"

"Alright! I said name one, not dig up my entire past." She gave him a light punch on the shoulder. "Besides, I only create ripples, you're the tidal wave", she winked. The Doctor gave her a hurt look.

"Don't say that!"

"It's true. Now can we please go exploring?" Clara hurried out the doors.

"Whoa", she gasped as she took in the sight before her.

Trees old and thick stood tall, creating a dense canopy scattering the pale blue sky. Roots lie twisted on the ground, sparingly covered in small, gleaming, light purple crystals. Bigger, darker crystals grew on the trees, the little light that made it through the canopy dancing in their centres.

"It is rather beautiful, isn't it?" The Doctor looked over her shoulder as she examined the crystals.

"What are they?" She was absorbed by their beauty.

"Ice crystals", he replied as he gently touched the tip of one crystal.

Clara looked up at him. "Ice in a warm, humid forest?"

"Impurities and chemicals make it possible for the water to freeze above zero degrees. Also gives it that purple colour." He straightened up and started walking. "Wait 'til you see the desert. It's just beyond the treeline. Maybe twenty minutes' walk."

Clara jogged over to him and he slowed his pace so she could keep up. She listened to his stories of the first time he was here. The further she walked however, the funnier everything seemed to her and the happier she felt. She just couldn't resist the urge to giggle.

The Doctor stopped and frowned at her. "It's not funny Clara. Those spears they used to poke me with where sharp."

This only made her giggle harder. The Doctor glared at her and continued walking in silence. Clara stared at him as he stomped away. She giggled again. He looked so funny. Like a big stick insect with his long legs and thin frame. Then she stared at his fluffy silver hair. No, more like an old, dishevelled owl. She giggled.

"Hoo."

The Doctor stopped. He turned back, looking at her in confusion. "Clara?" He stared at her. "Did, you just… "

"Hoo." Clara beamed at him.

He frowned at her. "You did." He looked away, then back at her. "Why?" He asked slowly.

"Hoo." She giggled again. The Doctor slowly came over to her.

"No! Go back and do it again," she shooed him away. His frown deepened.

"I'm sorry what? Do what again?"

Clara sighed. "Go back and come over here again, but flap your arms this time." She stared at him expectantly.

"Now why would I do that?"

"Because you're an owl, silly!" Clara looked at him like he should have known this.

The Doctor took her gently by the arm. "I think we should get you back to the TARDIS."

With some effort, and a lot of giggling from Clara, the Doctor was able to get her inside the TARDIS.

"Ok, Clara. Hold still." He took out his sonic, scanned her and sighed when he saw the reading.

"I do not need this," he mumbled. "Ok Clara, you reacted to some of the chemicals in the atmosphere. Nothing deadly, don't worry. Although in the state you're in now you won't worry about anything." He looked up in time to see her pushing random buttons on the console. "No! Clara, stop! Don't touch anymore controls." He rushed over and pulled her away.

"Yeah, like that! Flap your wings again, McOwlface!" She laughed as she imitated him.

The Doctor programmed the coordinates of her flat into the flight panel. "Just have to get you home so you can…" He spun around and glared at her. "What did you call me?"

Clara sniggered. "McOwlface." The Doctor stared at her.

"Right." He turned back to the console, waiting for the TARDIS to materialise in her flat.

"Oh, I have a better one!" Clara grabbed hold of his arm. The Doctor looked at her uncertainly.

"Hoo-dini." She snorted. He cringed.

"Very funny. The effects are similar than nitrous oxide, or laughing gas, as you would know it. Induces dopamine release and activates dopaminergic neurons, giving you that euphoric feeling." He tried to explain to her as he guided her to her bedroom. "It's also possible that…"

Clara suddenly stepped in front of him. "Big words, eh? How about… Owlbert Einstein!"

"Yes. That's a good one, Clara." He rolled his eyes. "Now what say you just, lie down and take a nice nap." He helped her sit down on the edge of her bed. Turning to leave he saw her falling forward out of the corner of his eye.

"Weeeeeeee!" Clara giggled as the Doctor caught her just before she hit the floor. He helped her up and pushed her back onto the bed.

"Just, relax and take a nap now. You'll feel much better after. Oh and don't do anything stupid." He paused, thinking. "In fact don't get up at all." He looked her over and pulled a blanket over her. "Stay," he said firmly.

As he turned she grabbed his hand and pulled him down next to her.

"Clara! What are you doing?" He panicked as she wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight.

She giggled in his ear as he tried squirming out of her grip.

"Stay."

"Clara, no. Let go." The Doctor struggled against her grip. Those chemicals must have increased her strength as well. Fantastic. And unlike nitrous oxide, they will stay in her bloodstream much longer, so the effects should only wear off in a few hours.

She giggled once more.

He groaned. That's a few hours too many.

"Doctor who?"

"What?" He frowned as he tried prying her arms off him.

"They always ask 'Doctor who?' when you introduce yourself." She kept quiet for a moment, only the Doctor's grunts as he struggled broke the silence.

"Who… Hoo. Doctor Hoo." Clara giggled. "Doctor… Hoo." She squealed in delight at this new name for him.

He gave up his struggling with a sigh of defeat. It was futile. A look of horror crept over his face as he resigned himself to a fate of Clara holding him tight, giggling constantly and repeating 'Doctor Hoo' over and over in different tones.

Oh, if only she could fall asleep.


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