Title: A Day and Life on the TARDIS

Author: Flydye8/Heintz571

Pairings: Clara/12th Doctor

Rating: T

Summary: This is a collection of stories about the times in-between Clara's and the Doctor's adventures. The ones we never see; because we all know once you starting living with someone, life always gets more interesting. The stories are primarily fluffiness, domestication, romance and a loving friendship taking place after "Last Christmas".

Author's Note: Many thanks to my beta reader Marie Anne Louise (marieannelouise on Tumblr) without her I think I would be a bit lost.

The Doctor threw a heavy book onto the floor; the vibration from the impact caused a tall stack of other discarded volumes to crash down. With a sigh he laid his head on the wooden desk and allowed the silence of the TARDIS library to sooth his weary body. It had been two weeks since he and Clara conceived their child, and so far he hadn't found anything in the immense library that could help him figure out what to do when their unborn child would have its first release of vortex energy within Clara's body.

He pushed himself from the wooden desk and started to pace in frustration. How was it possible that he, who had lived for over 2000 years, could not figure out what to do about Clara's pregnancy? He had always prided himself in being able to think of some sort of solution to almost every problem he had encountered. But it seemed that this time there was no solution. He hung his head as he felt the weight of the situation on his shoulders. Clara was relying on him and the child growing within her was relying on him as well, and by all the gods in the universe he wasn't going to let either of them down.

In all of the readings he had done there was no documentation of cross-species conception taking place between Humans and Gallifreyans. As far as he could tell, what was happening between Clara and him was something that had never been recorded or witnessed. He dragged his fingers through his hair and closed his eyes and smiled as he sensed Clara resting comfortably in the room next to the one that housed the TARDIS.

The past few weeks had been difficult for him, and he felt as if he was experiencing too many intense emotions too quickly. His mind could barely comprehend the deep love Clara had for him and how he returned her love just as deeply. Then before he could grasp the idea of being loved he found himself preparing to be a father again; a father after more than 2000 years since the last time.

His hearts seemed to want to burst with joy, but at the same time his hearts felt as if they were being crushed with anxiety. His worry for his beloved was always at the forefront of his mind. So far the pregnancy had been easy and she didn't have the same symptoms most human females had in her condition. Yes, she tired more quickly but that was it. If he didn't know better he would have never guessed she was with child.

Their mental link had become extremely strong since she had entered his mind and pushed back all the negative emotions that had plagued him for so long. Sometimes he felt those black feelings emerge, but every time they seemed to consume him she was there to remind him how much he was loved not only by her but also by all the others who had traveled with him before.

For the first time in centuries he felt at peace. He focused a bit more and sensed the child growing within her, its essence called to him and using his mind he embraced the small life and surrounded it with his love. It was then that he noticed another essence begging for his attention; he focused harder to find the source of the essence and gasped. A second child.

He opened his eyes and grabbed his red lined coat; he put it on over his wrinkled white shirt and rushed out of the TARDIS. He entered their bedroom and kneeled beside his beloved who was sound asleep. He gently lifted her sleeping shirt and placed his hands on the small bulge that extended from her abdomen.

The shock of his cold hands awoke Clara and when she saw his face constricted in concentration she asked hesitantly, "Is the baby okay?" worry evident in her voice.

He raised his head and met her eyes and smiled excitedly, "Oh Clara, the babies are just fine."

She lifted herself up off the bed and tilted her head, "Babies!?"

"Yes, Clara, babies."

"Oh my stars," she gasped as she brought her hands down to her tummy and placed them over his, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am sure. I sense two wee ones in there."

"What are we going to do?" she said with apprehension.

"I don't know and I really don't like not knowing," he replied feeling his own apprehension rise in his chest.

"Have you found anything in your research?"

He stood and extended his hand to her, helping her off the bed, "No, nothing."

Clara reached for her robe. After she put it on, she brought her hand up to his cheek. "You will figure something out. But right now our two children are hungry so let's go have some breakfast," she said as she started toward the door. When she noticed him not following she turned and her heart broke as she saw the distressed look on his handsome features.

"Don't do that, Doctor," she stated stubbornly.

"Do what?"

"Don't look at me like you have lost me."

He sat heavily on the bed and covered his face with his hands before he replied, "What else am I to do? In two weeks you are going to experience a pain like none other and I can't figure out what to do about it."

Clara moved and sat next to him. Using her fingers, she removed his hands from his face and met his worried gaze, "Listen, I know this is hard for you but I need you to be strong for me."

"How can I be strong for you when I don't feel strong?"

"How do you feel?" she asked as she ran her hands through his thick silver curls.

"Helpless," he whispered his answer. "I wish I knew someone who has had a child like ours." He stood and walked over to the window to look at the sun rise over the ocean before he continued, "Being the last of my kind has its drawbacks."

"You know," Clara began as she stood to walk over to his side. She wrapped her arms around him and finished, "I think I know someone who we could ask."

He looked at her over his shoulder and inquired, "Who?"

Clara moved till she faced him and smiled, "I remember a picture of your granddaughter with a young boy standing next to her."

His eyes widened, "Yes, Susan and his name was Alex. How did you know?"

"Remember when we were stuck in the TARDIS after being chased by burned zombies? I saw the picture in one of the rooms I entered."

"Yes, but I rewrote that timeline. You shouldn't have remembered any of it."

"No, Doctor, I remember every detail."

Surprised at her revelation he inquired, "How is that possible?"

"I don't know but I promise that I remember everything."

"Then you remember my…"

Clara's hand shot up and covered his lips as she nodded, "Yes."

He removed her hand from his lips and questioned suspiciously, "Did you use it to get the Time Lords to give me my next set of regenerations?"

Sighing she put her hands on her hips; she had thought that they had moved on from suspicion. Pushing her irritation down, not wanting to argue, she placed her hands on his shoulders and simply replied, "No, my love, I told them that you were the Doctor and that was the only name they needed to know."

He moved away from her and shook his head in disbelief, "I can't believe you remember."

She followed him and grabbed his arm, "Me remembering is beside the point. The question is can your granddaughter help us?"

"Yes, she could probably help us, but I am not sure I can find her."

Clara smiled knowingly at him, "Of course you can find her."

"How?" he asked quietly.

"The telepathic circuits on the TARDIS' console; we can do what I did when we searched for Danny."

He smiled manically and covered her lips with his in a quick kiss, "You are brilliant Clara Oswald!"

He grabbed her hand and led her quickly out of the bedroom and toward the TARDIS when Clara called out, "Not yet, Doctor."

He halted his steps and looked at her and when he saw her point at her tummy he stated, "Oh yes, first food for our younglings, then Susan."

"I think that is an excellent plan, because I am starving."

He chuckled as he changed direction and led her to the kitchen, "What would you like my love?"

She sat on one of the kitchen chairs and contemplated for a moment before answering, "I think I would like peanut butter on toast, topped with chocolate syrup, whipped cream and bananas."

The Doctor wrinkled his face, "Really?"

"Yes, Doctor, really. I think our children have your sweet tooth."

As he began to prepare Clara's breakfast he poured a cup of coffee for himself and huffed, "I don't have a sweet tooth."

She shook her head as she watched him put at least seven cubes of sugar in his coffee. Shaking her head she stated sarcastically, "Nah, not you my love."

Author's note two: Yes I am using Peter Capaldi's idea to bring back his granddaughter and I think it will be epic. Please review it is greatly appreciated.

Cheers Flydye8/Heintz571