A/N: It's been way too long, but I finally got another chapter written! Enjoy :)

Chapter 4

The first thing he noticed when he woke up was the weight of someone else's head on his chest, and the stiff muscles in his neck that came with sleeping on the couch all night. Opening his eyes, he smiled down at the woman curled up against him, paying no mind to the pain in his joints.

She looked peaceful while she was sleeping, as if nothing bad could ever happen to her in her dreams, and for a moment, all he did was watch her. He knew if she woke up she would tease him about it none stop, but he couldn't help it.

After a moment, he kissed the top of her head softly, effectively waking her up.

"Good morning sleepyhead."

"Doctor?" She murmured drowsily, slowly opening her eyes. She pulled away from him as soon as she noticed her body practically draped over his, a slight shade of pink tinting her cheeks. "Did I fall asleep?"

"We uh, both did. You spent the night." Replied the doctor, trying not to look disappointed by the new distance between them. He sat up from his position on the couch, rubbing the back of his neck in order to relieve some of the tension.

She just nodded, stretching her arms over her head before dropping them and looking at him. "You look much better today." She smiled.

"Yeah, well, I have an amazing immune system you know." He said proudly, smiling back at her until a certain thought popped into his head. "How do you feel? I didn't get you sick did I?"

"I feel fine."

"Are you sure?" His voice filled with worry as he suddenly held a hand up to her forehead. "You feel a little warm." He muttered, before Clara had the chance to push his hand away.

"I'm fine, Doctor. You must not have been very contagious."

He frowned. "Maybe I should check your temperature just in case-"

"Doctor! I'm twenty-four years old, I can take care of myself. And I'm fine." She told him, an air of finality in her voice that even the Doctor wouldn't question.

"Okay, but if you start feeling even the slightest bit not okay, you should come up here to lie down and warm up."

She raised her eyebrows, fighting to keep a smirk off her face. "You talk as if you think I'm going to be hanging around here the whole day. Bit eager are we?"

"Uh, well... I just thought... I mean, you always..." He stammered, trying to think of a way to defend himself.

Clara laughed, giving his arm a reassuring squeeze to let him know she was just joking. "Come on, Chin boy, let's go make some breakfast."

She stood up from the couch, holding out a hand to help him up. Neither of them let go as they made their way to a doorway on the opposite side of the room and into the kitchen.

The kitchen was small, but there was still enough room to move about comfortably. There was marble counters on both sides of the room, and the walls were painted that same dark blue colour that he seemed to love. There was just enough room where the counters ended to fit a small four person table beside the refrigerator. It was one of the Doctor's favourite rooms in the house, and it was also currently filled with smoke.

"Uh, maybe scrambled eggs wasn't the best idea." He said, quickly opening a window to aerate the room.

Clara sighed, taking the pan he had been using from his hands to begin scraping the burnt food into the trash can with a fork.

He had offered to make breakfast for both of them, and not knowing any better, Clara had agreed. Little did she know that the Doctor wasn't a good cook at all. He'd managed to burn the scrambled eggs as she'd gone to the washroom, and his second attempt hadn't gone any better.

"Why don't we just have some cereal instead?" She suggested, setting down the now empty pan on the counter.

"I could try to make something else! How do you feel about fish fingers and custard for breakfast?"

Clara scrunched up her nose, shaking her head quickly. "I don't even want to ask how you thought of that."

"Hey! It's good, you just have to try it!"

"I think I'll just stick with cereal for now. Where do you keep it?" She asked.

The Doctor frowned, but reached over her head to open the correct cupboard anyway. "It's not fish fingers and custard, but I do have Frosted Flakes!" Suddenly, a wide smile appeared on his face again.

Clara smiled back, reaching up to pick up the box of cereal and set it down on the counter beside her. The Doctor quickly grabbed to bowls for them, followed by a pair of spoons, and poured the cereal for them.

He led Clara to the table, grabbing the milk on the way. They spent the next hour sitting there, talking about anything that came up long after they'd finished their breakfast.

The Doctor took a shower and got changed, but there wasn't much Clara could do besides wear the same clothes from last night until she got home. So it wasn't too surprising that everyone jumped to conclusions as soon as they got downstairs.

"Oh, I didn't know Clara stayed over last night." Said David innocently, causing Rose to raise her eyebrows at them, a smirk appearing on her face.

Unfortunately, Jack walked in just in time to hear those words. "Doc had a girl over? That's my boy!" He smiled widely, winking at the pair who'd just come down.

"No! I mean yes, but- I- We didn't do anything!" The Doctor quickly defended, his face turning red.

Clara looked down, trying to hide her blush as she made her way to the door. "Uh, I'll just go home and change." She said, waving quickly at everyone. "I'll see you later, Doctor."

"Jack!" The Doctor glared at him. "We didn't do anything, and you probably made her uncomfortable."

"I'll make it up to your girlfriend later." He said suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows. "I could make it up to both of you at the same time, if you like."

The Doctor let out a scandalized gasp. "No! You won't be making it up to either of us! And she's not my girlfriend."
Jack laughed, walking over to where Rose and David were standing, trying to hold in their own laughs.

"I'm going back upstairs." The Doctor muttered, sending one last glare in their direction before doing exactly that.

Jack turned to Rose, a smirk on his face. "They really haven't gotten together yet?"

She shook her head. "Nope, and it's already been two months. You thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Operation What Are You Waiting For Just Kiss Her Already is a go"

Rose raised an eyebrow. "We are not calling it that."

"That's what I called it when I got you and David together." Jack pointed out smugly.

"You weren't even in Paris when he first kissed me."

"Honey, that's what I wanted you to think."

A couple hours later, the Doctor's phone rang, notifying him he had a text message from Clara. He picked up the phone with a smile on his face, but it soon turned into a disappointed frown. Clara couldn't come over that day, she was still a nanny after all, and she had to take care of the kids.

He replied with a sad face and 'okay, but I'll still see you on Wednesday right?'

It didn't take long for Clara to text back. 'Of course, Chin boy.'

The Doctor smiled, just staring down at his phone for a minute, before gently putting it down and heading downstairs again to stack books.

A/N: These chapters are just getting shorter and shorter I'm sorry! I'm having trouble finding time to write, school keeps me incredibly busy, but I'm not nearly done with this story! Stay tuned for Jack, Rose and Ten (well David) trying to get Whouffle together.

Thank you to everyone who reviewed or left me a message on tumblr :) and also thank you to anyone who left a suggestion! I'll probably be using most suggestions at some point in the story, they are all wonderful.