And a Souffle, Please

(Mini) Chapter 2- the TARDIS

**Please read the A/N at the end of this chapter!**

"There it is. That's the TARDIS."

Clara observed the tiny vehicle carefully, noting the chipping blue paint and the little window panes painted onto each of the windows. It was small- like a smart-car, but older. But most of all, TARDIS sounded like such a fancy name for such an ordinary car.

"Sorry, what?"

"The TARDIS. It's a machine that can travel through time and spa- well, it's technically just a car. But I've always liked to think of it as a spaceship."

"It's tiny. And blue. And... re you really sure we'll both fit?"

The Doctor sighed and started to walk towards the small vehicle. "I prefer the term petite, and yes, I'm quite sure. C'mon, you're going to be late, and Vastra will be furious f I stay out too long. Well- maybe not furious, but she'll certainly start to assume things, and that's usually worse." The man straightened his bowtie and shook his head furiously, as if trying to get rid of memories that never happened.

Clara stopped dead. "Should I get a ride from her, instead, then? Is that what your car really is? A snogging booth? There's such a thing as too keen, you know."

The Doctor groaned and pressed a button on the keychain, getting a pleasing click from the car and making its lights blink on and off faintly, as if they needed to be replaced. "It's not a snog box, that I can assure you. Come on, Clara."

"Fine. If you're sure."

The Doctor grinned, and opened the passenger-side door for his guest. "Clara, welcome to the TARDIS." Clara slid inside and onto the seat, moving her bag onto her lap. She shut the door and buckled her seat belt as the Doctor danced- literally, danced- his way around to the driver's side door. "So, what do you think?"

"What was that dance you were doing?"

The Doctor frowned. "No, about the TARDIS, Clara."

"Well, it certainly does feel bigger on the inside," she mused, looking behind her to the second row of seats. She hadn't thought there would be enough space for a second row from the outside. "Actually bigger. It's kinda weird and unsettling, to be honest. But Doctor, this thing looks old. Are you sure it'll hold together until I get to the school?"

"The assembled hordes of Genghis Khan can't get through these doors- believe me, they've tried," the Doctor replied, stroking the wall of the car fondly. "Blimey. I haven't said that in a long time. But believe me. There's no way you could get hurt. Now, where exactly do you work?"

"Coal Hill School," she said. "Do you know where that is?

"Of course," he shot back, only a little insulted that she doubted his navigational abilities. Grinning, he placed his hand on the gear, and pulled the car into drive. Glancing over at Clara, who was now watching him with suspicion, he smirked and put both hands on the wheel. "Geronimo!"

A/N: Welcome back! Wow, I really didn't expect this story to get so many follows- 9 in two days? That's amazing! Anyways, I'm sorry this chapter is so short. I realized after I wrote this that it should really have gone onto the end of the last chapter, but it was too late to fix it. Maybe someday I'll edit this and stick it on where it's supposed to go. Who knows? I promise you, I'm writing the next chapter right now. I plan to get it up tomorrow (no school! and it's a weekday so my schedule will be free~), so don't worry.

Thanks for reading! : ) ((I really need a catchy slogan like DFTBA to go here, but I can't think of one. Maybe next chapter.))

~Aria ("the antisocial insomniac")