Just me again trying to translate my old fics. I'm not good doing this, so if something doesn't work, please, let me know (:
One of the great advantages of having a TARDIS ─ besides the possibility of making trips to any point in time and space, of course ─ was the fact that it was bigger on the inside. Being larger than any car, van, bus or any form of human transport, it allowed the occupants ─ even though there were many ─ not to cross so much along the way each others.
For someone who liked a little tranquility and peace, sheltering three people was a huge challenge for a very simple reason: the Doctor hated the full house. However, after a long night of intimate conversation, Clara Oswald convinced her stubborn space boyfriend to welcome Nardole by saying that the bald little man could help him "at some point". Missy soon joined the group ─ but this one, mischievous as she was, used to disappear for days on end, without giving an ounce of satisfaction about where she was or who she was with. Finally, Bill Potts completed the group, as it was not uncommon for Clara to join her small study group, culminating in a night of films and popcorn ─ things that the Lord of Time liked, even though he pretended to be angry with the girls .
It turns out that on that particular night, the Doctor ─ who was not a man given to rest ─ felt a great need to relax and sleep. His agitated mind kept his body even more agitated and, at some point, his physical constitution took on his so dreamed nap. Snuggling into one of the farthest rooms, as he was hugged by a thick, soft comforter, he felt his muscles relax... His eyes so heavy that it was impossible to keep them open...
Suddenly, a loud, loud sound woke him with a start. It was so powerful that, at first, he thought they were being attacked and invaded by Daleks. Cautiously, he left the room and walked towards the sound, tiptoeing, his senses all on alert. As he approached the place where the noise came from, it became more and more clear what it was about. The fear that they were under attack was replaced by the anger that took over him when he realized what it was about.
─ What the hell is that noise at two in the morning?! ─ He screamed, opening the kitchen door with a crash.
─ I swear it's not me. ─ Replied Nardole, who was peeling potatoes on the table near the sink.
Unperturbed, Clara Oswald gave the man an amused look while pointing to an open book on the table.
─ I saw a new recipe and was testing it. It says here that it is the most delicious chocolate cake in the universe. ─ She said simply. ─ I was thinking of asking Bill to sleep here tomorrow.
─ Really? ─ He asked, looking curiously at the open page that had been pointed out to her. ─ When you finish, let me know, okay? I'm going to go back to sleep.
Leaving a stunned Nardole and a smiling Clara behind, the Doctor walked excitedly back to the bed. Some lights in the TARDIS corridor started to flash and a series of noises was heard.
─ The blender noise helps to relax, don't you think?
Regardless of the rude series of sounds that was present, the man closed his eyes allowing himself to be taken to the land of dreams.