Clara yawned and stretched out her limbs. Without opening her eyes, she took a deep breath. She hummed, snuggling into the blanket around her. It smelled really nice, like books and apples and something distinctly... male? Her eyes shot open. She had fallen asleep on the Doctor's couch. She didn't remember having a blanket so she guessed he had put it on her. She bit back a smile at the thought. On the table in front of her, there was a plate of Jammy Dodgers and a small note. It read, 'You were sleeping for a while. I thought you might get hungry. I'm downstairs. -the Doctor' He was a really sweet guy.
She couldn't find it in her to shed the blanket as she padded down the stairs in her flats.
She had hardly reached the bottom of the stairs when he was grinning at her from where he was perched on the counter, facing the door as if he'd been expecting her.
"Morning, Clara!" He said. "Or rather, night. It's nearly eight at night."
"You're kidding me," Clara groaned in response. The last thing she wanted was to walk home in the dark.
"No worries," He pulled a set of keys from his pocket. "I'll drive you home."
"You sure?" She quirked a brow.
"Definitely," He hopped off the ledge to grab her hand and tugged her towards the back door. In his quick pace, he didn't realize she was still wearing his clothes.
She certainly noticed, was about to tell him, but she kept her mouth shut. It was ridiculous, really, but if she left her dress there, she'd have an excuse to come back. He brought her to his pickup truck and it was very him. The faded blue paint and time-softened leather seats were endearing. The Doctor opened her door for her and she hid a slight blush. What a silly man.
"So, where do you live?" He asked her as he swung himself into the driver seat. He found he was a lot smoother around her than he'd usually be. Perhaps because he was trying.
"118A on Whitacre street, down past the Blue Cafe," She watched him carefully as he began to drive. She found herself staring at the way he bit his lip so she jerked her attention to the lights passing in blurs. "How old are you?"
"I'm twenty three. I graduated from university two years ago," He smiled down at her.
"What, were you some sort of prodigy?" She asked in a teasing tone.
"A bit yeah," He smirked and nudged her with his elbow. "Yourself?"
"I'm in my last year. Twenty two," She nudged him back lightly. "But hasn't anyone ever told you that asking a woman her age was rude?"
"Sure, sure," He shook his head, focused on the road, "But curiosity killed the cat."
"I hope not," She laughed.
The rest of the ride was spent in a pleasant enough silence. She studied the roads and his face. When they neared her flat, she let him know.
"This is a big place for a little girl," He commented as he parked out front.
"I'm not that little and I have two mates," She stuck his tongue out at him.
Oh shit. She had two mates. Oh she'd never hear the end of this. She hadn't thought things through, wearing his clothes to her flat. She pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Let me walk you up!" She would have protested but he was already out of the truck and moving to open her door for her.
Clara hopped out of the truck, taking the hand he offered her to jump down. They reached her doorstep and he looked down at her, "Clara! Oh, I'm sorry! I forgot to get your clothes and-"
"Don't worry about it. I'll just come around again to pick them up," Clara's heart beat a little faster at his grin. She held out the blanket she still had.
He refused it, "You look cold. Keep it."
"If you say so," She wrapped it back around her shoulders.
"Well, I'll be on my way. See you around," The Doctor moved down a step.
"Doctor?"
He turned.
Clara looked at him for a moment, she was almost level with his lips from the cement steps. She shook her head and hugged him. "Thank you for today."
Before he could blink, she was turned around and in her own flat. He stood frozen on the teps for a few moments. A pair of eyes peeked down at him from the upstairs. He heard a giggle and he turned back to his truck to leave.
"Clara Oswald! Who was that boy?" Clara groaned as she heard Amelia Pond run down the steps.
"I'm not telling you!" She hid behind the coat rack.
The red head appeared in front of the rack and tried to peer around, "Clara what are you doing?"
"Leave me alone," She whined.
"You know what this situation needs?" Amy smirked. "Jack come down here a boy brought Clara home!"
"A boy?" Their bisexual ex-Navy captain was in the foyer before they could take a breath.
"Just dropped her off," Amy informed him. "That's where Clara was for four hours."
"She's hiding behind the coats," Amy pointed out.
"Nope!" Jack picked up the rack and ruined her cover.
Great.
"Oh my God you're wearing his clothes," Amy giggled. "Sweet little Clara."
"How'd he get you out of yours?" Jack wiggled his eyebrows. "His hands or his teeth?"
"I hate you both so much," Clara grumbled and straightened the button up.
"I see you brought home a bit of the bed too," Jack gestured towards the blanket wrapped around her shoulders.
"You should have seen him Jack," Amy looked to the man. "He had a really nice face, good hair, decent height. He seemed a bit nice."
"And you're not sharing?" Jack fake pouted at the brunette. "The state of your hair... I want some of that action."
"You've got Ianto," Amy protested.
"You've got Rory," Jack countered, "But Ianto's been wanting a third for a night. It's a part of our explorations in-"
"That's it," Clara crossed her arms and brushed past the two, "I don't need to explain myself to you two. I'm going to bed."
As she walked up the two small flights of stairs, they yelled string after string after her.
"Was it at least good?"
"How big was he?"
"What position?"
"You have to tell us everything!"
One of them wolf-whistled.
Clara poked her head over the railing to peek down at them with a devilish grin. "I'll tell you; I was soaking wet and there were showers and Lions."
"Lions?" Jack looked at Amy.
Clara left them in their confusion and hopped into bed, not bothering to change out of the Doctor's clothes. For some reason, they were comforting. The blanket and the clothes both smelled that strange combination that she realized now was the Doctor's scent. She blushed furiously as she snuggled into the blanket.
AN: So there's chapter 4! Amy and The Doctor are acquainted, I'll explain within two chapters why she doesn't recognize him. Reviews are love! Hope you enjoyed.
