A/N: Soooo... Here's the update I've promised you all! The last chapter of this story!

Enjoy!

"So... What do you think, Doctor?"

They stood near the entrance of the TARDIS, looking at the main console room, all decorated.

"It's a little bit too chaotic for me, but as long as you're happy..." The Doctor smiled, but kept on looking at their masterpiece.

"Now," Clara turned to face the Doctor. "if you want to celebrate Christmas as we humans do, this is just the first step." The Doctor looked at her; his jaw dropped. "You seriously have time for this stuff..." "It's normal for us Doctor..." His companion explained. "We always find time for family and friend gatherings."

The Doctor kept on gazing at the tinsels hanging throughout the console uncomfortably.

He really had no one... Apart from his companions.

But the companions had their own life on Earth too.

He felt alone most of the time.

Clara gave him a small nudge with her elbow to his arm. "Which is why... you have to come to the next Christmas dinner I will be hosting at my place. Well... Not really a dinner, more like an informal party." The girl giggled. "I still remember when I begged you... Well... Your older face actually, to be my emergency boyfriend for last Christmas' dinner with the family... You presented yourself naked because you wanted to go to church."

"Oh yes... That time." The Doctor felt uncomfortable. He had acted like an uncontrollable 5 year old in that generation...

After a few moments, he was shaken from his thoughts by the companion. "Well, are you coming or not?" He heard. "Uhm..." The Doctor hesitated. "Actually, the TARDIS needs some repairs and I don't have time to repair it other than next week. And it needs... Uhm... A lot of maintenance, the old gal." He patted the console nervously, and the TARDIS groaned annoyingly. Clara looked at the Doctor with a blank face. "What?" He exclaimed. "And you're suppose to make me believe that you don't have time. Seriously? I mean... You're a Time Lord... You travel through time... You..."

"OK, OK, OK." Anything to stop her from making any comments about that horrible, pompous name. "I'll come. Just promise me that I won't be left alone with all your pudding-brain friends." The companion had a wide smile on her face. "Trust me Doctor... You're going to love it." Clara tip-toed and kissed the Doctor gently on the cheek. He began blushing.

"Thank you Doctor."

She grabbed her bag from near the door and was going to exit the TARDIS before,

"Doctor?"

The Doctor turned to face her, still starstruck.

"23rd December at 3? Just pop the TARDIS outside the building."

The Doctor nodded.

Clara then turned to leave the TARDIS cheerfully.

Do you remember how icy cold his heart was?

Yeah... it started melting with Clara.

Clara was preparing vol-au-vents for the party, when she heard a knock on the door. Just a mo!" She shouted as the host washed her hands quickly, drying them in her apron as she ran towards the door.

It's still 11...

She opened it and found the Doctor, dressed with a Christmas jumper having reindeer knitted along his chest, holding a bottle of red wine in hand. One couldn't argue that the Doctor disliked that "human jumpy reindeer clothing", but he wore it all the same.

For Clara

"Come in." Said Clara as she smiled, feeling some of the panic she had earlier just vanish. "The party's not yet started Doctor." He paced slowly inside, and the girl closed the door behind him. "That's why I came, Clara. Thought you might need some help." He entered the kitchen, following Clara and placed the wine on the kitchen top, near some egg sandwiches.

"These look delicious, Clara."

And as he was going to take one, his hand was slapped.

"Leave. Them."

The Doctor tried again.

"Doctor?" With her 'trying-to-be-menacing' look.

He gave up. Clara turned around to get more mayonnaise, and he took the opportunity and popped one in his mouth.

The Doctor opened every cupboard to find 2 glasses, while Clara was stressed out trying to perfect her appetisers.

"You have to calm down, Clara. Looks like you're going to explode." The Doctor said as he poured wine in the glasses.

He handed one to Clara. "They're going to be fine. Leave it to me... You clearly need a break." The companion sighed as she took the glass, and went to sit near the kitchen top, in front of the Doctor. She sipped the wine.

"Good. What is it?"

"Burgundy... Frankly it's from the 22nd Century... The 45th President of France gave it too me after I helped him get rid of a few private alien infestations in his home."

The Doctor arranged the dumplings on a tray with tongs.

"I see you're very practical with appetisers, Doctor. I never thought you were." Said Clara with a giggle.

"Of course I am..." The Doctor said with a serious air. He looked at Clara. "I am a man of mystery."

And he did his hand gesture in front of his face, with a mischievous grin.

They both giggled.

Even if both couldn't accept each other at first... They were beginning to get used to each other... Their friendship growing ever stronger.

Lizzie came in Clara's kitchen, to be with her alone and talk to her.

Clara was cutting a meat pie into smaller pieces onto trays...

"So who is he..." The friend said cheekily. "The man who's helping you with the food... with the funny sense of style and gibberish?"

"Uhm.. He's a dear friend... For me he's like an uncle... a doctor." Clara said, making no eye contact with her friend, seeing she had to get on with her work.

He's the best friend in the Universe.

"Doctor?" Her friend asked. "Doctor who?"

The companion's lips turned into a mischievous smile.

She was literally saved from any more questions, by the bell; a doorbell, to be more exact.

"The door... Oh God, more guests... Gotta go! See ya later."

Clara left the kitchen, still with her smile and bubbliness.

The Doctor, her... her Doctor.

A/N: hope you enjoyed it! (Feedback appreciated as always!) And don't forget to check out my latest story, Happy New Year!