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12th Doctor and Clara

When Clara recieves a depo card, she asks the Doctor to take her back in time to be there on time... ish.

Clara's POV

"No! Come on, this can't be happening!" I yell at no one inparticular.

I tried to get out of school as quick as I could, to try to get home in time to be there for when my parcel arrives, but the only thing there was a red depo card, the smuggest peice of paper in the world!

Just as I'm about to reach for the phone to ring the Post Office, a familiar wheezing noise sounds through the flat.

The Doctors head pokes out of the TARDIS door, "How does the-" I don't give him a chance to finish his sentence as I shove him back through the TARDIS doors.

"What's the rush about, Souffle girl?" he questions as I shove him all the way back to the console.

"Need to go back in time, 'bout an hour ago to pick up my parcel!"

"Say that again, but much slower." he instructs, exagerating the end of the sentence.

"I wasn't home in time to pick up a parcel, so I got one of these!" I hold up the red depo card in a clenched fist.

He takes it off me, observes it, then bursts into a fit of laughter.

"You absolute Pudding Brain! How did you manage to miss it?" He asks after pulling himself together.

"It's not funny! I got home as quick as I could, but I was still too late!"

He bursts into an even bigger fit of laughter, so I punch him in the arm.

"OW! What was that for?" the Doctor yells, rubbing his arm.

"It's not funny!"

"It is a bit." he gives me a cheeky sort of grin.

"Can we please just go back an hour or so, so I can be there on time?"

"Fine." he hands me back the Depo card and starts fiddling with the console.

"Thank you."

"Earth, England, London, 2014... ish."

I stop in my tracks towards the doors, turning back to face the Doctor.

"Ish? Don't give me an ish."

"It would appear that the navigation system is acting up." He explains, wacking the side of the screen with his hand.

"So, where are we?"

"I have no idea, let's take a look!" he pulls his magicians coat further up his shoulders.

As soon as he opens the doors, a loud, booming voice sounds.

"Seize them!"

Suddenly, someone grabs both of us by the shoulders and shoves us away from the TARDIS.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice the Doctor snapping his fingers, to close the TARDIS door.

"What's going on?" I whisper to him.

"I think i've worked out that ish, we're in the 17th century, not the 21st."

I give him a glare that actually makes him wince.

"What?"

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The iron cuffs are freezing as they dig right into my wrists.

"Will you stop fidgeting! I'm trying to concentrate so I can figure out a plan to get us out!" The Doctor complains.

"I can't help it, the guy put my cuffs on really tight!"

"Men can cope with pain!" He deadpans.

"I'm not a man!" I yell.

"Are you sure? I could check if you like." he gives me another cheeky grin.

I roll my eyes in annoyance.

"How about instead of double checking that I am a women, you think of a plan to get us out of here?"

After a minute of silence the Doctor speaks up.

"Clara, next time, just be there on time."