Sorry it's taken me so long to upload, Sherlock drained me. A lot. I think I'm still crying. Oh wait...yep, still crying. Anyway, enough of me rambling and crying (I really should stop sometime soon - I don't think the excuse that it's raining on my face is going to last much longer) and I hope you enjoy the chapter! It's just some fluff. I am developing a story arch that will come in at about Chapter 16 and last for 4/5 chapters. Thank you to everyone who's reviewed!

CHAPTER 12: DEATH BY THE ASTEROID

"So where are we going to see the movie?" Clara asked, bouncing around the console. The Doctor walked up to the main controls and started pulling at them.

"Well, there is a planet which projects the movies onto the sky! Can you imagine that? The sound comes from the ground, so all you have to do is lie on the ground!" The Doctor explained gesturing wildly with his hands. Clara laughed, watching his enthusiasm.

"Brilliant! Would this dress be OK?" Clara asked, pulling at the soft cream cotton.

"You might want to get something thicker on. The planet's never that warm," The Doctor explained and Clara nodded. She returned a few minutes later in a thick jumper and a pair of jeans.

"Ah! Brilliant. Molto Bene…no, can't do that one anymore…," The Doctor trailed as he walked under the console. Clara giggled and then followed him. He opened one of the compartments and pulled out a thick blanket and a picnic basket.

"You have a picnic basket. In your big storage thing?" Clara asked, folding her arms and quirking her eyebrow.

"Yes! Well, no. It wasn't there a minute ago. Are you going to ask questions all night? Come on!" The Doctor grinned, holding out his arm for her. She took it, grinning up at him. The Doctor opened the TARDIS doors, and a wave of cold air hit them, stinging their skin. The dark sky iced the field in front of them, dots of stars splattered on the clear black canvas. The field rolled over the nearby hills, tumbling into the brook which was happily bubbling, basking in the silent environment. The scene in front of them was so quiet and peaceful, almost making it idyllic. Apart from the sub-zero temperatures.

"Blimey, you weren't joking," Clara shivered, her teeth starting to chatter.

"OK…minor setback," The Doctor decided and Clara turned around to him.

"Minor?" She gasped, pulling her puffa jacket closer around her.

"C'mon! We don't want to miss the start," The Doctor grinned, walking past her. She groaned and then ran to catch up with him.

"So where are all the people?" Clara asked, looking around the empty, dark field.

"Clara, this planet is about the size of Earth. Screenings get projected into 16 different areas, so you can always see it no matter where you are. Do you really expect people to lie on top of each other?" The Doctor asked as they walked.

"Well no…," Clara trailed. They stopped, deciding this was where they were going to set up. That was the problem with having so much space to choose from. You never quite know when to sit down. The Doctor unrolled the huge blanket and placed it onto the ground. It was huge, probably enough to cover an entire king size bed and touch the floor either side. Clara sat down on it, crossing her legs. The Doctor sat down beside her, opening the picnic basket.

"What have you got in there?" Clara shivered, peering into the dark basket.

"Tea," The Doctor said, looking at Clara out of the corner of his eye. She breathed a sigh of relief and then sidled closer to him, trying to gain some warmth. He passed her the flask and she smiled gratefully.

"Could they not have the cinema on a warmer planet?" Clara asked, taking a sip of tea.

"Oh, there is another planet," The Doctor replied.

"I'm sorry?" Clara asked, watching him as he leaned back to prop himself up on his forearms.

"There's another planet which has the same features. Except it has an average of about 30 degrees," The Doctor explained and Clara rubbed her forehead in frustration.

"So, you decided to take me to Antarctica planet instead of Caribbean planet?" Clara asked and Doctor grinned

"Everyone goes to the other planet," He said

"Well, DUH!" Clara groaned, taking another drink from her tea.

"It's too overcrowded. This is nicer," He decided, waving his hand around.

"Whatever you say, chin," Clara laughed and then opened the picnic. "Hey! Well done!" Clara grinned, pulling out two big packets of Butterkist popcorn. One was flavoured toffee; the other was flavoured Gehta and Klom Cheese.

"Why on Klom did you buy something with 'Klom' in the title?" Clara asked, throwing the packet to the Doctor who pouted.

"I thought it was Raxacoricofallapatorian cheese!" The Doctor sighed. He opened the packet and threw a piece into his mouth. His face scrunched up and he spat out the soggy corn onto the grass. "That! That! Is disgusting. Definitely Klom cheese,"

"Eugh," Clara grimaced in disgust, rolling up the packet and putting it back in the basket. "If it's okay with you, I'd rather have the Toffee,"

"That's a good idea. Let's have toffee popcorn," The Doctor agreed and an idea flickered through Clara's mind. She opened the packet and then picked out a bit and held it between her forefinger and her thumb.

"Open your mouth," Clara instructed, and The Doctor did so albeit confused. She aligned the popcorn, closing on eye, flicked her wrist back and then catapulted it towards The Doctor. It glided through the air and landed deftly on his tongue.

"I did it!" The Doctor grinned, punching the air. He then leaned forward and grabbed the bag off Clara.

"Hey!" She sniped, glaring at him.

"Your turn," he enthused and she rolled her eyes but opened her mouth anyway. The Doctor aligned it the same way as Clara had and then threw it at her. Unfortunately, it didn't land quite so deftly. In other words, it hit her nose and then landed in her flask of tea.

"Oh," she sighed, pouting while closing the lid of her flask and putting it back in the basket.

"We'll just have to hug to keep warm then. Like penguins! Actually, did you know that-," Clara quickly pressed her lips to his, mostly to shut him up. The other bit was because, she'd never tell him, but he was quite sexy when he started to ramble. It was a short, succinct kiss, but Clara didn't intend to completely distract him.

"When's the movie going to start?" Clara asked, turning around so she was leaning into his shoulder. He seemed annoyed at the loss of facial contact, but she was still close.

"Any minute now," he answered, lifting Clara off his shoulder. He leaned back, resting his head against the grass. Clara did the same and rested her head in the crook of his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close. She was about to say something when the whole sky lit up with a countdown from 5 to 1, vintage chemical spots dancing around it. She laughed when music circulated around them as the credits began, the deep bass lines vibrating every atom inside them. The Doctor watched as her face lit up with delight, her hair reflecting the colours in the sky.

She laughed, watched and enjoyed the new experience. The movie flew forward and it was soon the last scene which was building up in emotion as the two main characters were about to reveal their feelings for each other. Suddenly, a gunshot was heard and the lead male fell down, dying.

"Oh god, it's Titanic all over again!" Clara cried, her eyes already welling up. He smiled and tightened his grip around her, doing his best to comfort her. He could feel Clara shaking, undoubtedly crying, as the last scene was drawn out.

"Simenetoph, I-," The man started and then died in her arms. The Doctor was caught between laughing at the irony and grieving. The credits quickly flashed by and suddenly floodlights came on, blinding them.

"That was a good movie," Clara laughed, wiping her eyes. He kissed her on the forehead and then helped her up.

"C'mon. I know just the place that will cheer you up," The Doctor smiled, packing up the picnic basket and starting towards the TARDIS.

"Where?" Clara asked, bouncing along beside him

"Well, we could go to the Seventh Moon of Nixor, The Tumbling Nebulae of Fedracofhata, and the Indigenous Region of Hallapotoria. But! But, Clara Oswald, we aren't going to any of those places. Where do you think we're going?" The Doctor asked, getting excited

"Where?" Clara giggled

"We're going to have scones in the Lake District!"

NEXT CHAPTER: Hello there, Illegitimate Child of Satan

There were two seats on a four man table where a man with curly hair was typing furiously away on his laptop

"Oh, I couldn't possibly give you that. It's too precious,"

"How does he survive?"

"Things could get pretty ugly...,"

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