A/N: Events will start to coincide with the Day of the Doctor! And for the sake of me forgetting, Clara's father will not exist in this story. xD

Clara was awoken in the morning by a crash. She jumped out of bed, threw a robe on, and flew out the door. She sighed in frustration at the sight that greeted her.

The Doctor was in her kitchen, bending down to pick up a couple of pans while the Woman stood over him, scolding him. River sat at the kitchen table, reading through a TARDIS themed diary, occasionally glancing in amusement at the couple in the kitchen. The Master was sprawled out on the couch, watching the Teletubbies, not paying the least attention to the drama behind him.

"Did I wake you?" The Doctor asked sheepishly as he noticed her.

"No, you didn't." She stated sarcastically. "I decided to get up this early because I wanted to."

"Oh, good!"

She sighed at his naïvetés. "What are you doing?"

"Making breakfast!" He said joyfully as he set the offending pans on the stove.

The Woman caught Clara's eye and shook her head. "He thinks he's good at cooking."

"Hey!" The Doctor said indignantly as he opened the fridge. "I happen to be excellent at cooking in this body! Besides, you haven't seen me for a few hundred years anyway." He pulled out a jar of pickles. "This looks nice."

Clara flopped down in a chair next to River. "I guess there's no point in going to sleep. I have an hour to kill."

"Why? What happens in an hour?" The Doctor asked.

"I have to go to work."

He made a face. "Oh, that's boring. Why didn't you go yesterday?"

"I took the day off."

"Well take another one off!"

"I can't do that! Just because I have aliens in my house and I'm getting married doesn't mean that I can quit my job."

"Fine…" He grumbled.

She sighed, rubbing her eyes. "How early do you people get up? It's 6:45!"

"Remember that time Lords don't sleep nearly as much as humans do." River said. "None of them slept last night. They just stayed in the TARDIS so they wouldn't be too noisy. I also prefer a few hours of sleep, but sometimes it can be hard." As she finished her sentence, she cast a glance in the Doctor's direction, who was making a racket with the kitchenware.

"I'll have to remember that."

"And to think, you'll be part of this family soon."

"Oi!" The Master's indignant exclamation rang out behind them. "I am not part of the Doctor's family, so you can forget that statement."

"Once I called you brother." The Doctor said, brandishing a spoon. "And I still do, so it counts!

After a rather surprisingly good breakfast of bacon and eggs, after the Doctor had been convinced to not use the pickles, Clara was ready to go.

"Do you have to go?" The Doctor whined. "UNIT invited me to go visit an art gallery called the Undergallery. It would be great if you could come."

Clara grabbed her helmet. "No, for the last time. As fun as that sounds, there are kids out there that need to learn English." She eyed the Woman and River. "Don't let them destroy the house while I'm gone, okay?"

"Got it."

The Master pecked her on the lips. "Have a nice day."

Once she had left, the Doctor turned to face them, straightening his bowtie. "If I'm going to the Undergallery, there's one more thing I need."

River closed her eyes. "Please say it's not…"

He ran into the TARDIS and came back out holding a red hat, donning it and throwing his arms out. "A fez! How do I look?"

"You look like an idiot." The Master growled.

River covered her eyes in despair.

The Woman stared in confusion at the object. "What… is that?"

"It's a fez, mom. Fezzes are cool."

"…stupid." River muttered.

All of a sudden, a white vortex opened up in the middle of the air above them.

"Doctor, what's that?" River asked, backing away from the strange force.

"Oh, not now! I'm busy!" He yelled at it. He grabbed his fez off of his head, staring at it. "Ah, of course, I remember. I almost remember. This is where I come in."

"What's going on?" River pressed.

Without answering her question, the Doctor threw his fez with all his might into the vortex and then ran after it, disappearing with a wild yell of: "Geronimo!"

There seemed to be no escape for the Master.

He had tried everything from simply attempting to pull away to trying to get free with his powers, but nothing worked. He seemed to be trapped with no escape.

Now, he had hung his head in despair. He shut his eyes, regretting letting his mind wander to the horrible things that could befall Clara with the Zygon… The very notions filled him with fury, but there was no chance of escape.

All he could do was wait.

Clara slammed the door, throwing her keys on the counter. She looked around flat, feeling that something was missing. Then she realized.

Noise.

Her flat was empty. No one seemed to be around. She frowned. That was odd. The TARDIS was still sitting there, but there was no sign of anyone.

Oh well. They would turn up. She went to the counter and started going through her mail, not noticing as a figure came up behind her.

"Boo."

She jumped, scattering papers everywhere. She turned to find herself staring at that familiar cheeky smirk.

"Oh." She breathed. "It's only you. You scared the life out of me!"

"That was the plan." He grinned, taking her hand and leading her to the couch, letting her sit down. "How was your day?"

She leaned back. "Oh, kids are kids."

He snorted. "That's why I don't like them."

She looked around the empty house. "Hey, where did everyone else go?"

"The Doctor jumped through a portal and the Woman followed him, while River went to the Undergallery."

She frowned. "Okay then."

"He said they would be back around this time."

"I'm not even going to ask." She paused. "In this little moment of peace, we should start considering wedding plans." She sat forward. "When do you want to get married?"

He smiled. "As soon as possible. How fast do you think you can make it happen?"

She went silent for a moment. "I guess a week at the quickest, given the invitations, and the dress, and the planning…"

He raised his hands. "I'll leave all of that to you.

She smiled. "Fine with me."

He leaned down, kissing her.

To her, it felt different. It was rougher than how he had kissed her previously. He had been so gentle, but now it felt much more forceful.

She broke away, pushing him back as he started to lean her back on the couch. "Woah. What's up with you? You've never been like that before."

Before he could answer, the door banged opened and the Doctor walked in, accompanied by the Woman, River, and two other men.

"Clara," He grinned. "I would like you to meet my friends. This is the Doctor."