A simple trip to an alien planet goes awry and suddenly the Doctor and Clara are running for their lives. Out of options, he's forced to do the only thing that can save them: Become human and lie low until they're safe. But without his second heart, he has no secrets, no reasons to hide his emotions, and Clara realizes that things are going to be more complicated than she thought.

It was almost impossible to see anything through the fog and the dust clouding the air. Clara felt light as a feather in his arms, but still the Doctor stumbled, his feet catching on stones and rocks and the sounds of his past lives echoing in his ears and in his head. [How Clara and the Doctor escaped his timestream. One-shot, set right after The Name of the Doctor].

In which the Doctor and Clara don't go on that many adventures, eat the odd souffle and snog. Quite a bit. A series of 11/Clara oneshots.

"What?" Clara asks, biting her nail yet again, "Am I? Am..." And the Doctor just looks down at the two solid blue lines on this stick of white plastic with disbelief. Clara. Oswald. Is. Pregnant. [Doctor x Clara]

Sherlock is diagnosed with a terminal illness. Warning: angst like whoa.