The Doctor laughed as the doors of the TARDIS swung shut after him. "To tell you the truth, Clara, I never thought I would ever see those octa-keys ever again. But, last time they didn't have these," he turn to face Clara, brandishing a samurai sword out in front of him, "Last time, they had spears. They ended up just being sticks though, when the mangoes they were using as the blades fell off." He grinned as he swung the sword again, but this time he lost control and almost cut himself, regaining enough control to move it so it hit the TARDIS instead.
Clara shook her head in amusement at the Doctor as she leant against the bar next to the console. "Careful now, Doctor, we don't want to end up on that planet entirely covered with swamp water again, now do we?"
"Not really." He petted the beam that had been hit, "Sorry, Love." He whispered, before quickly kissing it.
"Anyway, I still think they should be called the monk-topusses. So, where are we going now?" Clara wandered over to where the Doctor was dancing around the TARDIS, pressing buttons and pulling levers.
"Well," he said, turning to face her, "I thought we should go visit the planet Galishka. They have the whitest, softest sand, and the bluest, clearest water that anyone has ever seen." He grinned like a child, then turned back to his buttons.
"You're taking me to the beach?" She raised her eyebrow as he frowned.
"Not just any beach, Clara. Bluest, clearest. Softest, whitest. Honestly, it's like you never listen to me."
"That would be because I never do, Doctor."
He turned toward her again, eyes closed in mock-pain. "Um..., Doctor?" His eyes snapped open and looked at Clara's wide, disbelieving ones. "Where are we?"
He looked around at the plain, white, ok-really-NOT-the-TARDIS room that they had suddenly appeared in.
"And, also, Doctor? Is that Sherlock Holmes?"
All Characters in this chapter are not mine. The title is Holding Out For A Hero by Bonnie Tyler.