Day 3: Gaming/Watching a Movie

Rating: K+

Summary: Artie is sick, so the Doctor and Clara spend a day inside.

Word Count: 1,100

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The Doctor was disappointed on this particular day. It was a Wednesday, so it was a day that he got to spend with Clara. However, when he went to pick her up, she wasn't able to go on an adventure.

"But why not? It's Wednesday, it's our day." He pouted.

"Because," she stepped outside and closed the front door, "Artie's got the flu, I can't leave him alone."

"Oh, well that can't be good for him." She shook her head.

"You've got a time machine, go in it and come back next week. It'll take you all of two minutes."

"Yeah, but we always hang out on Wednesdays. It's like… our thing. I'd just feel like I was cheating."

"Alright, then come on inside."

"What? Really?"

"You wanted to hang out, didn't you?"

"Oh yes, this is wonderful! Day at home with Clara!"

Artie was pleasantly surprised when the Doctor came up to his room.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in space?"

The Doctor sat on the edge of his bed and chuckled. "I sometimes take days off. Clara invited me to stay for the day so she could continue to take care of you. She loves you very much, you know."

"She loves you too, Doctor." He looked at the boy curiously. "She talks about you all the time. You are her boyfriend, right?"

"Not really, no." Artie gave him a knowing look. "Well, I don't quite know. I should know, shouldn't I?"

He nodded. "You should know."

"I'm going to go find out. Do you want anything while I'm down there?"

"No, I'm good, thank you. Now GO!"

"Okay, okay!"

The Doctor descended the stairs and found Clara in the kitchen cleaning up.

"So, what does a nanny do when her child is upstairs in bed?"

"Read, mostly. Do some of the housework, but that's all been done. Play around on the internet, there's this blogging website where I could look at pictures of Benedict Cumberbatch for days. They know all the ins and outs about Sherlock."

"Okay, anything… more exciting?"

"Well we do have the Wii…"

"Wonderful! Can we play that?"

"Of course we can, up for a tennis match?"

"Oh am I ever…"

The Doctor and Clara had been playing tennis on the Wii for nearly an hour.

"Okay, Doctor. I give up. You win."

"Woo hoo! Told you I would!" Clara was genuinely surprised that he had enough coordination. He had been all flailing limbs, no actual technique, but he still managed to completely crush her in the game.

She went to get them each a bottle of water from the fridge. "What would you say if I told you I could crush you in a game of my choosing?"

"I'd say you're nuts, and it's impossible."

"Okay, you're on." Clara inserted the Just Dance disk and watched a look of horror spread across his face. "How impossible is it now?"

Clara wished she had a video camera recording the ridiculousness that was happening in her living room. To say the Doctor was flailing was an understatement. This was literally the least coordinated thing she had ever witnessed.

He had taken off his jacket, and rolled up his sleeves claiming it was too hot. Clara couldn't help but stare at his forearms while he took sips from his water in between rounds. She found herself thinking about how it would feel to wake up wrapped in his surprisingly muscular arms. In her head, it felt good.

"Okay, Clara. Last round is a duo. Winner gets to pick the next game?"

"Deal. On with it then."

The two duked it out on the screen. She had never been in a more intense dance battle, not even with Angie, who was quite good at this game. Her and the Doctor were now neck and neck. Their scores were almost tied. By the end of the song, Clara had come out triumphant.

The Doctor groaned. "HA! I told you I would beat you. Now, let's see, which one next?"

"Can we take a break from the Wii?" He was panting, clearly tired.

"Sure. I baked a cake this morning, would you like to help me ice it?"

"Is it chocolate?"

"Yes, it's chocolate."

"Then TO THE KITCHEN!" The Doctor practically ran over to the other room.

The next half hour was a very messy half hour. They ended up with chocolate icing everywhere.

As they were exiting the kitchen after cleaning up their disaster, Clara mentioned the game that she had chosen to play with him.

"Mario Kart? You've got no chance at beating me! I'm a time lord, I was there when Mario Kart was invented."

"Oh, I'm quite good though."

"We'll see about that."

Clara wasn't lying when she said she was good at Mario Kart. Even the Doctor was having a hard time keeping up.

"Good grief Clara, how did you become so good at this game?" The Doctor spat out while mashing the keys of the controller.

"I know all the good cheats, that's how." She said as she easily accelerated, putting herself in first, before him by a landslide.

While she was distracted by the game, he threw his arms around her, and was playing behind her back with the controller in front of her. He was restricting her arms, so she could no longer play.

"Hey, no fair!" She said attempting to push him off. She was unsuccessful, however, she was able to change angles so that she could still use her controller. She ended up winning the game.

"Oh bollocks!" The Doctor shouted. "I can't believe I lost to my girlfriend, while I was holding her down!"

"Your girlfriend?" Clara whispered. The Doctor was unaware that he had even let it slip.

"Oh, um, did I say that out loud?" He whispered nervously.

"Yes, yes you did."

"It was just—slip of the tongue, really. I guess—well Artie had mentioned something earlier, and I guess I just didn't…"

"What did he say?" She asked crossing her arms.

"Well, he asked me if I was your boyfriend… and honestly, I didn't know what to say to him."

"Doctor, do you want me to be your girlfriend?"

"Um, well… honestly…?"

"Go on then."

He sighed heavily. "Yes. Yes I want you to be my girlfriend."

"Good, cause I want you to be my boyfriend." She was smiling up at him. He looked at her, in a state of shock.

"Right, good!" He looked back down at her and smiled, threading his fingers through hers.