"Are you sure I can't change your mind Clara? The Muses themselves couldn't inspire me more than your delectable spirit has..." The young playwright took Clara's hand gently and she studied him for a moment - the way his dark curls blew around his face in the ancient wind. She would miss him a little- but they could always come back to visit. He'd even said he'd write a play just for her. That was the beauty of life with the Doctor, they could jump back in the TARDIS and visit whenever they wanted-or never come back if they didn't want to. It was an intoxicating way to live.

She was glad he was okay-it turned out that the Sontarans had abducted him to write a motivational warplay for their young. The Doctor had to trick them into launching an attack on a white hole which they thought was an enemy craft. The destruction had given them just enough time to escape with Euripides before the hole trapped the Sontarans in an interdimensional timeloop-it was complicated and to be honest she wasn't sure if even the Doctor truly understood what that really meant!

"Thanks for the offer Euripides but Clara's "muse" is taken." Replied the Doctor with a rare glint of possessive machismo in his eyes. Euripides glanced at Clara who just smiled gently.

"Oh well thank you for saving me Clara..." The Greek kissed her hand tenderly. "May the Gods bear witness to my eternal grattitude."

"You're welcome Euripides." Replied the Doctor sarcastically before Clara elbowed him in the ribs.

"We are welcome. Write all those great plays you've got inside you-we'll be coming back to see them won't we Doctor?" She prompted expectantly.

"I sincerely hope so." Expressed the playwright before the Doctor turned his back and walked into the TARDIS and Clara followed but not before giving Euripides her best smile.

After the TARDIS has dematerialised Clara fixed the Doctor with a chastising stare. He looked up from the console in amusement.

"What?"

"Would it have killed you to be polite?"

"Would it have killed me to be polite? No! But the Sontarans would have killed him if we - that's youand me hadn't showed up in time. He we was rude and he was flirting with you."

Clara grinned despite herself- she couldn't help but like it when her stern eyebrowed , non touchy feely time lord had his occasional outbursts of jealousy.

"And that was an excuse to throw a tantrum?" She chided playfully as she edged closer to him.

The Doctor paused for a monent and folded his arms. He knew he was being childish-worse than that he was being obnoxiously human , but he was also protective of Clara. It really hadn't been that long since PE died . He looked down into her challenging chocolate eyes and replied.

"Yes."

Clara took a step back and crossed her arms in imitation as she tut tutted in mock disaporoval.

"Now really Doctor. If you don't stop misbehaving.."

"You'll do what? Put me in detention..." He rubbed his jaw mockingly. " Or maybe you think you could put me in time out, but I'm a time lord Clara..."he continued mischievously. Fast as lightning she grabbed the guitar from the box under the console as the Doctor tried but failed to retrieve it.

"Ah AH ahh TOO SLOW..." She laughed as she ran around the console taunting him with the confiscated instrument. She ducked and weaved around the TARDIS mainframe exactly as the Doctor chased her like a needy child that has had it's favourite toy taken away. It was hilarious, too funny and she couldn't breathe for laughing. The Doctor gently caught her by the arms but he didn't try to prise the guitar back from them.

"Now do you promise to be a good boy.?"

The Doctor sighed. "Yes Miss Oswald."

Clara couldn't possibly torment him anymore so she gave him it back. The Doctor then proceeded to celebrate with an epic display of air guitar.