(A/N) Okay, this took a while to get back to...sorry...Anyhow, I'm back, and better than ever! Well, not worse than before! Well, not...different from before ;) Please review, and if you're a fan of Jonathan Creek, feel free to check out my story, The Bloodied Dagger. Nothing quite like shameless self-publicity, eh? Okay, back to the story (A/N)

"Well, that was...horrifying,"

"Really? Horrifying? Bit much..."

The Doctor and Clara were sat in the TARDIS library, in opposite armchairs. A steaming mug of tea each, complete with Jammy Dodgers and sugar cubes, most of which the Doctor had emptied in his mug - much to Clara's chagrin.

"You mean it happens...every month?!" asked a wide-eyed Doctor, who had been blanched over with terror.

"Well, every four weeks..."

"That's even worse!" the Doctor exclaimed, rising from his feet and pacing around the library anxiously. Whilst Clara was definitely mortified by the situation, she couldn't help but feel a shred of sympathy - or was it now empathy? - for the Doctor. He looked somewhat like a child who'd just been told that Father Christmas wasn't real. It was one of the true miracles of the universe, if Clara had ever seen one; she was many things, but she never looked childlike.

"Oh, calm down. I've managed for the past ten years with it!"

"You've had...practise, I won't last ten minutes!"

"All this from the Oncoming Storm, the Last of the Time Lords?"

"Yes!"

"Look, you've read the book, and watched the film, and...heard the song, so you know what to do!"

In reaction, the Doctor took a nervous sip of his tea.

"Oi, and go easy on the tea - there's more sugar in that than a lake of Mountain Dew,"

"It's alright, I've also drank that,"

"Not in my body, you haven't! Not all of us can ingest three tonnes of pure sugar and still avoid a cavity,"

The Doctor paused for a second, before setting the mug down again.

"Alright, you win,"

"Good. You're on water and mouthwash for the rest of the day,"

"We've just got up!"

"Well, that's the downside of being human!"

"Yeah, and the one heart, and the lack of senses..." the Doctor grumbled.

"Stop whining!" Clara exclaimed. "At least you're not being shaken about by a samba beat in your chest!"

A silence fell between them.

"Truce?"

"Truce,"

The Doctor walked over to the nearest shelf and pulled off the book - a large, heavy encyclopaedia, of the top hundred constellations to visit before you die. He tossed it over to Clara.

"Pick any page, any number, any time,"

"What?"

"Yeah, go on, we could do with a trip. Your choice," he said with a grin that, in his body would have made him look boyish and mischievous. However, it made Clara look simply possessed.

"Okay...Ursa Major, 2371,"

"Got it. Come on, then, let's go,"

"What, now?"

"Of course! There's places to go, people to see, things to do - and not a second to lose,"

(A/N) Okay, what did you think? Please review if you have any comments, and more chapters will follow :) (A/N)