Chapter 4 - Inside the Spaceship
Chaptero numero fouro is now up! Sorry for the delay, but please remember to favourite, follow and review! The fic will be called "Rn you clever girl and remember" and that's about it. So long!
Later in the TARDIS wardrobes, the doctor and Clara were examining it's contents. "It's not fair!" Whined Clara, seeing the doctors collection of clothes. "Why do you only own some shirts, trousers, jackets and bow ties, along with a Sherlock Holmes costume?" she asked in frustration. "How do you think I feel?" the doctor retaliated. "I'm stuck wearing skirts, and dresses, and...other stuff," he complained, in equal misery as Clara.
Looking into the wardrobe with distain, the Doctor realised how impossible his situation was. The wardrobe was full with red girly dresses and skirts and it was all too much. He missed his hair and it's giant fringe. He missed his superhuman senses. He missed his long, stringy legs and height. He hated being short.
Clara, on the other hand, was fine. She loved being able to leap about the place like a rabbit on drugs. She loved being able to finally reach the much needed milk for her souffles that someone hadleft on the top shelf on the kitchen. She was fine.
The Doctor sat back and considered his response.
"Actually, a lot easier than managing with two-" he began, until Clara hastily interrupted him with:
"You know, I think the green jacket really suits you..."
"You know, I think I got that from Roger Moore - or was it Connery?" the Doctor replied, only half jokingly.
"Shall we share a room, then? So we can keep an eye on each other and so on? But no...stuff!" she asked tentatively.
"Deal," replied the Doctor, holding out his hand, his cheeks flushing meanwhile with a powerful crimson horror. Taking it gratefully, Clara shook it vigorously.
"Deal,".
Later that night, the Doctor and Clara were in the console room, gleefully pulling levers and flicking switches as they went. Clara was wearing a white shirt, green velvet jacket and a maroon bow tie, the Doctor donning the bright red summer dress Clara
had worn during the business with the Van Baalen Bros.
An upside of their predicament was the TARDIS was now permanently stymied as to who was who, and so daren't hurt Clara for risk of hurting her precious thief.
"Where are going?" Clara screamed in delight, clutching onto the handrail for support.
"No idea!" The Doctor whooped back, having the time of his life at the moment. The TARDIS hummed to a stop, the engines reducing to a mild buzz.
"Shall we, Clara?" asked the Doctor jokingly, holding out his elbow mockingly.
"We shall," replied Clara, linking arms with the Doctor joyfully. Together, they skipped out the TARDIS.
As they reached the doors, the Doctor stopped and looked at Clara seriously.
"We could anywhere in time and space now...the Third Great and Bountiful Human Empire, the Fall of Rome, the Alignment of Exodor. Anywhere," the
Doctor explained, his excitement growing with each syllable.
"Well let's get a move on then," said Clara, almost ready to break down the doors. The duo opened the doors and charged out.
"Human Empire. Rome. Exodor. Or, Cardiff," Clara said sarcastically, as well as equally disappointed. They were in Roald Dahl Plass, Cardiff. The Doctor turned around stated angrily at the TARDIS.
"Always take where you needed to go," he said, remembering the words spoken to him by his machine itself.
"Well, let's go sight seeing then!" Clara exclaimed happily.