Thank you so much for the reviews! I had a feeling you would like this chapter. But are the Doctor and Clara happy with what Elsie has done?

Chapter 10

The Doctor woke up feeling a little disoriented. He was definitely in his TARDIS but not in his chair and not in his own bedroom, yet definitely in a bed. A couple of minutes passed before he realized that the duvet felt different on his body than it usually did and then it struck him. He was naked.

Carefully, and trying not to panic, he turned his head and spotted Clara sleeping next to him. The Doctor couldn't be entirely sure but judging by her bare shoulders he took a guess and assumed she wasn't wearing a lot of clothes either. Then it began to dawn on him. The hot chocolate, the strange taste, the alien aphrodisiac. The Doctor gulped. He had slept with Clara.

He rose from the bed and looked around the room, realizing in horror that his clothes were nowhere to be seen. Right, Clara had taken them off on their way to her bedroom. That left him with two options: sneaking out stark naked or stealing the duvet. But that might wake Clara and the Doctor wanted to avoid that at all costs. How could he ever look her in the eyes after last night, after he had let some alien sex drug get the better of him? So he decided to take his chances and just sneak out.

"Doctor?" he heard Clara's sleepy voice just before his hand could reach the door handle but he was too afraid to turn around, "Where are you going?"

"Uhm," he spluttered, "To get my clothes."

"Come back to bed," she mumbled.

The Doctor took a deep breath. How was he going to explain it to her? He had tried to tell her last night but he wasn't sure whether she had actually heard it.

"Clara," he began carefully, "Last night-"

"Was weird, I know," she finished his sentence, "I just. . . I don't know. I suddenly really wanted to do it. And you didn't seem to mind."

"No," he said softly. Of course not. Not with the alien aphrodisiac eliminating all inhibitions.

"Doctor, look at me," Clara demanded and he could hear the rustling of the duvet that told him Clara was probably sitting up in bed.

Slowly he turned back around to face her, covering his manhood with his hands as he came to look at her. The first thing he saw was Clara rolling her eyes.

"Stop being so coy. Don't you think after last night I've seen everything there is to see?" her voice sounded a little angry but the Doctor didn't quite understand why. Did she regret it? Of course she had to regret it. He had messed up again.

"I don't know what came over me last night," she explained with a soft smile. Okay, so she wasn't really angry. That was good news, "But it was a step in the right direction. You and me, we're meant to happen. It was just a little unexpected."

"It was a strong alien aphrodisiac," the Doctor said dryly, "You and I had nothing to do with it."

Clara stared at him and for a long time didn't say anything, which was highly unusual for her. Now she was probably mad.

"I thought the cocoa tasted a little weird but I didn't realize what it was until it was already too late," the Doctor went on to explain.

Suddenly Clara scoffed. "I take back what I said last night. We didn't raise a good daughter. Good children do not give their parents sex drugs!" she spat angrily.

He frowned. "What? You mean Elsie did this?"

"Who else?" Clara asked back, "She wants us to sleep together so we can conceive her and, well, she succeeded in that. She brought us the cocoa."

The Doctor shook his head. "No, no, it can't be. It's a very rare herb, very hard to come by. And Elsie wouldn't do such a thing."

"Oh?" Clara cocked her eyebrows, "Have you forgotten that we saw her at a booth selling herbs yesterday at the market?" She didn't go there for a spare part, she had planned this all along!"

The longer the Doctor thought about it the more sense it made and the more terrible he started feeling about the entire situation.

"Come on, let's get dressed and have a little chat with our offspring," Clara said and jumped out of bed.

The Doctor couldn't move, he couldn't say anything. All he could do was stand there and stare at her naked figure.

"Oh, please," Clara groaned, shaking her head.

Elsie walked into the console room an hour later and the Doctor had decided to leave it up to Clara to do the talking, especially since he still felt too ashamed to even talk about it. The girl stopped when she saw their stern faces and put on a bright, slightly false smile.

"Good morning," she said warily, "Are we having breakfast soon?"

"First," Clara said strictly, "We're going to have a little chat. What you did to us yesterday was absolutely wrong and you will never do it again. Do you understand me?"

Elsie looked startled and the Doctor already wanted to give in and tell her it would all be alright. He just couldn't resist those large, brown eyes.

"Those eyes don't work on me, Elsie, so you can stop it right now," she scolded her, "I don't know what gave you the idea but it was a bad one. I told you your father and I won't let anything happen to you, I told you we needed a little time and forcing this on us was low, really, really low!"

Their daughter looked down at her feet. "I'm sorry."

"I won't even ask how you know about the herb but you will never use it again, okay?"

The girl nodded slowly before she looked back up at them. "Did it work though?"

The Doctor hadn't even considered the possibility of Clara being pregnant before but now that Elsie mentioned it he remembered what the herb had been for in the first place.

"We should do a test," he said and pointed to a spot next to the console unit, "Clara, stand there."

"A test?" she asked in confusion, "Don't we need to wait a while longer for that?"

"It's a time machine. It's going to compare you now with you in a couple of weeks to calculate the probability of a pregnancy."

Clara shrugged and moved to the spot the Doctor had pointed at. "Alright then."

He pressed a couple of buttons and a light beam appeared, scanning Clara's entire structure before showing the result on screen. The Doctor exhaled sharply. Not pregnant.

"Not pregnant," he announced gravely.

The Doctor heard Clara take a deep breath before she spoke. "Okay, so, we'll just have to do it again until it works," she concluded, causing the Doctor's mouth to fall open. Did she really want to do it again? Soon? How was he going to handle it?, "I'm going to make us breakfast now and think of a suitable punishment for Elsie."

Clara stormed off in the direction of the corridor and once the Doctor thought her to be out of earshot he leaned closer to Elsie. He just had to ask. He knew no other way.

"Do you still have some of that herb?"

"Doctor! You better not be asking our teenage daughter for sex drugs!" came Clara's angry voice from the corridor.

Damn, she knew him too well.

Elsie smiled apologetically. "Sorry Dad, used it all up in the cocoa. Seems like you're going to have to be brave."

With a shrug Elsie followed Clara into the kitchen, leaving the Doctor alone in the console room and more scared than he had been before.