Well. I can hardly believe I'm actually marking this story as complete. (Maybe because the last multichapter story I wrote started in 2013 and didn't get finished until the same time in 2014.) Sad as I am about this story ending, I've started working on a plot for a Whouffle or Whouffaldi AU (haven't decided yet) and begun thinking about Christmas stories. So you can watch for those. :)

I'll say my official thank yous at the end, but for now, here's Chapter 25. Enjoy!

"Never thought I'd live to see the day when everybody's words got in the way."

Clara opened the door to see the Doctor standing on the Maitlands' doorstep. His smile was contagious, and she couldn't help grinning back at him. "Do you want to come in for a minute?" Clara asked. "I've got another souffle in the oven that'll be done in a jiffy."

"Ooh, souffles." The Doctor stepped inside and rubbed his hands together. "I do like souffles."

"It's a chocolate one." Clara led the Doctor into the kitchen, where he promptly began to look around, picking up pots and pans and generally making a racket.

The loud noises were distracting to Angie, who was doing homework at the table. "Hey, can you stop that? I get that you're Clara's boyfriend, but some of us have things to do."

The Doctor dropped the spoon he was inspecting with a loud clatter and was answered with a glare from Angie. "I'm not Clara's - we're not-!"

"Doctor," Clara interrupted sweetly. "Why don't you go sit in the living room and I'll make you a cup of tea?" The timer on the oven went off. "And there's the souffle!"

The Doctor watched as Clara grabbed a hot mat, opened the oven, and leaned in to take out the souffle. Her grin dropped as she straightened, another sunken souffle cradled in her hands.

Angie looked up from her homework. "Guess it was too beautiful to live, Clara."

"I'm sure it tastes delicious," the Doctor said, trying to comfort Clara. He turned and rummaged around in the drawers until he found two forks. By then, Clara had placed the poor souffle on a cooling rack. She accepted the fork the Doctor gave her and gestured for him to take the first bite, which he did. He chewed, then nodded. "It's delicious."

"Really?" Clara tried it herself. "Mm, that is good!"

"Let me try." Angie stood up, grabbed another fork, and tasted it. "Slightly burnt, but still good."

The three proceeded to eat the souffle, laughing when their forks got stuck in each other. The Doctor ate his share of the souffle with gusto, and Clara giggled when he stuffed too much in his mouth and got souffle all over his face.

So concerned were the Doctor and Clara with laughing and grabbing napkins that neither of them noticed when Angie pulled out her phone and snapped a picture of the two of them clearing the souffle from the Doctor's face.

A week later, Clara was sitting on the couch waiting for the doorbell to ring when her phone beeped. She picked it up to see if it was a text from her dad or Mr. Maitland, but it was simply a notification from Facebook. She went to clear it when she saw that Angie had tagged her in a photo.

She frowned. Angie didn't take pictures of them together.

So Clara decided to investigate. She tapped the notification and waited for the photo to load. When it did load, she nearly shrieked.

It was a picture of last week when Clara, the Doctor, and Angie were eating a souffle. Clara was laughing as she dabbed a napkin on the Doctor's chin where he'd accidentally gotten souffle on his face.

And there were several comments saying what a cute couple she and the Doctor were.

Of course, at that moment was when the doorbell rang. Clara stood and went to open it. The Doctor stood there grinning back at her until he saw her face. "Clara, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost," he said.

Wordlessly, Clara handed the Doctor her phone.

The Doctor glanced at the picture, then looked at the comments. He too paled. "But-but we're not-"

"And you know how things are on the Internet," Clara said.

The Doctor visibly shuddered. "At least it wasn't Twitter," he said.

Clara's eyes widened. "Angie has a Twitter account."

The Doctor looked like he was going to be sick. Clara ran to find the laptop, which was sitting on the counter. The Doctor looked over her shoulder as she booted the laptop up and looked up Angie's Twitter account. She scrolled through Angie's pictures and tweets until she found what she was hoping not to find.

"Can those be deleted?" the Doctor asked.

"They can on Facebook. I don't know about Twitter." Clara stood and went to the bottom of the stairs. "Angie! You've got some explaining to do!" she called. The Doctor stood behind her, his arms crossed and an Oncoming Storm look on his face.

Angie peeked her head around the corner, a sheepish look on her face.

Uh-oh, Angie's in trouble. :P

Hopefully that ended on a rather humorous note. I wouldn't know. I've been told I know nothing of humorous comments.

I'd like to say thank you to everyone who reviewed, favorited, and followed. I smiled every time an email alert came in, so thank you for the many smiles (and giggles. A lot of reviews made me giggle). Thank you for putting up with my stupid journal entries and weird hypothetical questions and odd thoughts. Y'all are awesome. :)

You know the drill. If you liked it, hated it, or wanted to light it up and watch it burn, review and let me know, and I'll see you next time! Love ya, peoples of the earth!