*Hey guys, so the amazing Counting Sinful Stars asked for a prompt where Whouffle go to a planet where women are held in esteem because of their ability to make men feel their time during their time of the month. I thought this was a great prompt but I took it in a slightly different direction than I think she was expecting, but I hope you all like it and think that I did a good job :) TPD*


The Doctor was a giant child at heart. Clara had known it since the day that they had met, when he had pitched up on her doorstep, wearing a monk costume, making jokes about his "mobile phone" and asking her to repeat the phrase: Doctor Who? And her sense of his childishness never went away. Whether it was Halloween costumes, or baking soufflés or his childlike innocence of all things sexual (an innocence that Clara had managed to well and truly strip him off and he'd muttered something about now having done that for several hundred years), the Doctor was a twelve hundred year old, trapped in the body of a twenty year old, with the mind of a twelve year old. This stretched to many things, including the female menstruation cycle. The Doctor knew the biology of it all, but whenever Clara mentioned that she was on her period, he would blush, stutter hysterically and drop her home, popping back the following Wednesday. Later on, when their relationship had developed, he would take to staying with her during those days, being as attentive and loving as the Doctor could be which was a lot. When they moved in and got engaged, she stopped mentioning it, because he could almost pick up on it, so keenly intuited to her was he. This only improved after the wedding.

One day, while they were in the middle of a TARDIS trip that had already last five days, they came to land on a planet that the Doctor didn't recognise off the top of his head. They found the nearest city and found that it was heavily populated with a race that appeared what the Doctor called Class 3, capable of interstellar travel. This enabled the Doctor to determine that they were on Bhestry, a planet where the females had the ability to make their male partners feel pain when they were on their periods. This ability fascinated Clara beyond belief and she spent the next week or so, even when they landed back home, bugging the Doctor about it. He told her that there was nothing he could do to give it to her and that he wouldn't if he could. Even so, after weeks of pestering, the Doctor took Clara back to Bhestry. He knew that she was on her period and that it was a very bad idea, but he took her anyway, because he loved her and because he knew that there was no way she could develop a genetic trait of a certain species.

However, when they got there, the Doctor and Clara met the Queen of the Bhestres, and the Doctor let out a very loud, very long curse. It was Clara. Well, specifically a Clara echo, but nevertheless Clara Oswald. Sure enough, things kicked off from there and the Great Intelligence tried to lead an overthrow of the female dominated hierarchy and make them subservient, and in doing so quash their ability to project their pain onto men. Of course, the Doctor stopped him and Clara's echo died in the process. The Doctor became somewhat of a hero and then they headed home.

They were sat in bed that night and Clara was giving the Doctor an odd look. He looked at her and she frowned.

"What is it Clara?" he asked quietly.

"Nothing," she said. "It's just, after all this, after everything, another echo dying. And I feel selfish. Because all I wanted was for you to feel what I feel. To feel my pain, just for once. Just this once, to understand what I go through, so you'd look at me differently."

"Clara," the Doctor smiled. "There is nothing on this Earth that will make me respect you more than I already do. But if that's what you really want, then come here."

He pulled her in closer and he pressed his forehead gently against hers. Their heads touched and the Doctor felt pain shooting through him. He fell back, gasping in pain and Clara looked horrified.

"How the hell do you manage this?!" the Doctor cried. "It's like my stomach is ripping itself apart! Clara, make it stop, Clara?!"

She giggled. Sometimes even the Doctor could surprise her. In more ways than one.