Clara opened her eyes gradually; blinking a few times before turning her head to see the alarm reading 5:15 A.M. She laid there debating going back to sleep but felt restless and decided to get up.
Clara slowly sat up and realized she was still in last night's clothes and her robe was draped over her like a blanket. It wasn't the most comfortable feeling in the world but she smiled at the Doctor's good intentions and got up to change into her pajamas. From the kitchen she could hear the Doctor singing softly; it was the same song from when he regenerated.
Clara closed her eyes and swayed softly to the sweet and soothing lyrics. She opened her eyes and smiled thoughtfully as she pulled her hair back in a messy ponytail then went to the kitchen.
She found the Doctor sitting on a stool hunched over the counter reading a legal pad and mixing liquids into a spray bottle.
"Hi!" Clara said.
He looked up and smiled. "Ah, you're up! I thought you were still asleep."
"Well, it's kind of hard to sleep in damp clothes." She smirked.
The Doctor raised his head up and sniffed. "I was not going to risk getting slapped."
"Scaredy cat." Clara teased as she stood on the other side of the counter.
He playfully stuck his tongue out at her then handed her a cup. "I made you some cocoa."
Clara smiled and took a sip of the sweet liquid. "Thanks."
"My pleasure." He replied and continued to write.
She pulled out a cup and poured some coffee and handed it to him. Clara tilted her head slightly and peaked at what he was writing.
"What are you doing?" Clara asked.
The Doctor took a sip coffee. "Mixing up the TARDIS spray but I had to rewrite the formula."
"Why?" Clara asked taking another sip.
The Doctor sighed. "The measurements were out of date."
She frowned. "How old are the measurements?"
He tilted his head back and thought for a minute. "Oh, the last update was 10,000 years ago, give or take a couple of thousands of course."
"Oh, of course." She repeated sarcastically.
He gave her a look before handing her a glass of orange and green liquid. "Here."
She made a face. "What's this?"
"That's your tonic so you won't get sick." He replied.
She held up the glass and stared at the orange and green liquid swirls then looked over at him.
"What's in it?"
He went to the cabinet and grabbed a bottle of cumin. "What do you think is in it?" He scoffed.
She studied the glass and shrugged. "I don't know something alien, maybe?" Clara replied before drinking it.
The Doctor rolled his eyes. "Yes, Clara that's exactly what's in it. In fact I killed a slitheen to get that green color."
She nearly did a spit take. "Seriously?" Clara said.
"Of course not besides I've tasted a blown up slitheen before. Trust me you don't go there." He shivered.
Clara made a disgusted face. Sometimes she wished he wasn't so detailed with his answers.
"A simple no would've sufficed." She commented going towards him.
He smirked. "So it's just us girls how was your date?" The Doctor asked playfully empathizing the word girls.
Clara shrugged and rested her head on his shoulder; the fabric of his white t-shirt felt soft.
"Well, it was nice, Danny was a perfect gentleman but I felt out of place in that restaurant."
"Why?" He asked chewing the pen cap.
"It was too fancy not really my style and definitely not the kind of place Danny would normally take me."
The Doctor sighed. "Well it's your first date with him since the cooling off period; he was trying to give you a nice time."
"I guess." Clara sighed fondly remembering her first date with the Doctor to the planet Akhaten; well at least at the time she thought it was a date.
She then glanced at him nervously unsure if she should tell him what Danny said about him.
"What?" He asked.
"Um, Danny mentioned you at dinner." She tugged his sleeve.
The Doctor arched his eyebrow. "Oh, I take it wasn't positive."
She cringed. "No, it wasn't."
To her surprise he smirked. "Other than ladies' man and dangerous what else did he call me?"
Her eyes widen. "It doesn't bother you?"
The Doctor laughed. "Nah, I used to have male companions. I'm used to it."
Clara smiled but still felt what Danny did was uncalled for.
She eyed him up and down curiously. "What about you?"
"What about me?" He said studying a tube of rainwater.
She gently elbowed his side. "Did you ever date?" She asked coy.
"Yeah, particularly on Earth."
Clara went back to the other side of the counter and took their empty cups to the sink. "Really?" She said surprised.
"You sound shocked." The Doctor replied.
Clara shrugged and went back to the counter. "Well, from the way you talk about Time Lords I never really imagined them having a sex life." She replied.
His eyes danced. "Yeah but I was different."
"Oh, how?" Clara asked leaning over it.
The Doctor came closer and kissed the tip of her nose. "A Time Lord never kisses and tells."
"Spoil sport." She teased.
"Yeah, that's me." He gave a dramatic sigh.
Clara then noticed the number of spices and jars on the counter had grown and made a face.
"Are you sure you got that formula from a science manual and not a cook book?" She asked.
The Doctor shrugged. "It is not my fault that Time Lord Science shares certain similarities with Earth spices." He replied.
She raised her eyebrows. "Wow, that's quite scary when you think about it."
The Doctor shook his head. "Not really it actually saves trips to the grocery stores."
Clara looked at him strangely and shook her head. She knew better than to question his logic mainly because his explanation would only confuse her.
Clara gently picked up a tube of rainwater and scanned it. "So how much further?"
The Doctor smiled. "Actually I'm done! All I've got to do is try it."
"Can I help?" She asked.
He handed her the legal pad. "Yeah, you can write the number of sprays it takes to be able to stay in there for thirty minutes; like one spray equals three minutes, 3 sprays equal ten minutes, etc."
Clara nodded and followed him to the living room.
He stood in front of the TARDIS looking slightly nervous.
"You sure you're going to be okay in there?" She asked concerned before sitting on the couch.
He shrugged. "No idea but we'll find out won't we?"
His answer did little to reassure her. "Great." Clara muttered.
He took a deep breath and went inside. "Okay, one spray!" He called out.
One minute later there was a popping sound.
"Doctor?" She called out anxiously.
"I'm okay! Let's it try again!" He yelled.
She waited for him to speak.
"Two sprays!"
The popping and zapping got worse making Clara worried.
Clara gripped the couch cushion. "Doctor what's happening?"
"I promise everything's fine. Three sprays!" He said slightly uncertain.
Clara wished he would stop but kept going.
After a few more sprays the TARDIS zapped more and he yelped.
"Doctor please!?" She begged.
"Okay, I'm out." The Doctor said rushing out.
He dashed out and panted like he had been running in there. He turned wagged his finger and scolded the TARDIS. Clara's fear vanished and she just watched him in amusement.
"Bad TARDIS!" The Doctor said.
The TARDIS hissed back.
"Don't you hiss at me!" He replied.
The TARDIS hummed back disapprovingly.
"I am so the boss of you. I'm the Doctor." He replied.
The blue box hummed back and he gasped. "I am too! I am, I am!" He whined.
Clara started giggling. She loved seeing his silly side even when he wasn't trying to.
He turned and looked at her. "What's so funny?" He frowned.
"Nothing." She muffled her laughter with her hand.
The Doctor placed his hands on his hips and scowled. "My TARDIS is back sassing me and you think it's funny."
"Sorry." Clara replied innocently.
The Doctor sighed. "It's okay. How many sprays was that last one?"
She blushed and realized she hadn't been paying attention. "Uh, I lost count."
"Seriously Clara?" The Doctor groaned.
"With all that distracting zapping what did you expect from me?" She scowled.
He threw his hands up. "I thought human teachers were organized."
"Not on the weekend." Clara scoffed. "Besides we can do it again, right?"
The Doctor frowned but a grin slowly spread on his face and he came towards her.
Her eyes widen and she smirked.
"Come here Clara." He teased and started tickling her.
"No, no, I was kidding!" She laughed.
Clara squirmed and wriggled as his is long fingers continued to tickle her flushed body until she was out of breath. The Doctor stopped and they were both breathing hard; he peered over her.
His eyes were dark and intense. He was so close to her his breath tickled her cheek.
The Doctor looked like he wanted to kiss her. Was he going to kiss her? Did she want him to?
Despite the promise and getting back with Danny she secretly wanted to feel and taste his lips again but waited for him to make the first move.
Finally as if a light went off in his head he swallowed and stood back from her. The Doctor then clapped his hands. "I'm starving. How about some breakfast?" He said quickly.
Clara just nodded quietly. "Yeah, I'm hungry too." She replied faking a smile.
"Brilliant, I think I saw some banana pancake mix in the cupboard!" The Doctor smiled slightly and hurried to the kitchen.
Clara sat on the couch slightly disappointed and hurt.
"I'm not your boyfriend, Clara." A familiar Scottish voice painfully echoed in her mind.
She sighed and got up and wiped her eyes. "I know." She answered softly to herself before joining the Doctor in the kitchen.