Story 2: The Witch & Her Cat

The TARDIS phone rang and the Doctor already knew who it was. Not that many people knew his phone number, and besides, he had promised Clara to go with her so she could get a costume for the school Halloween dance she had to chaperone, so he knew it was her ringing. He picked up the phone with a hint of fake happiness. "Clara!"

"Doctor, where are you? We're suppose to go costume shopping." Clara said, he could tell she was annoyed already. The Doctor pulled a down the hand break and replied, "I'm here. Come inside."

Three minutes had past when the Doctor decided to exit the TARDIS himself. Clara was standing in her hallway, shoulders crossed, leaning against a door frame.

"We don't need the TARDIS, doctor. Costume shopping is done my way. And I know a great shop already. I've hard enough of alien Halloween merchandise. " Clara frowned, nodding towards her then blue, now pink pumpkin. The Doctor chuckled and decided to let Clara have things her way this time. Clara smiled and grabbed her brown purse, making her way out the door, and the Doctor followed quickly.

"So here's what I was thinking. I think I'll go traditional this year. You know, traditional costumes. Being a witch wouldn't be bad at all." Clara mused. The Doctor was trying really hard to focus on what she was saying, but he was distracted by all the shops they were walking by as they walked blocks from her flat.

The Doctor looked at Clara and muttered, "Anything you want, take it"

Clara smiled up at him as they turned a corner and went straight into a Halloween costume shop. The Doctor always was amused with human's infatuation with Halloween, and he chuckled at the sight of a blow up alien doll outside the shop. As they entered, the Doctor parted ways quickly with Clara and went down the first isle, marveling at the many masks they had. Some he recognized, some he didn't. Some looked incredible while others looked like a seven year old boy made it. Humans never failed to fascinate the Doctor.

"Doctor!" He heard Clara call. The Doctor spun around to see Clara walking quickly towards him. She had a look of worry on her face, and the Doctor stared at her intently. Clara looked up at the Doctor and sighed, "I need your help."

"What, do you need to reach a top shelf or something?"

"No I just got a phone call. The other teacher who was suppose to be chaperoning with me called in sick, and nobody else wants to cover for him.." Clara's voice faded towards the end as she gave the Doctor a hopeful look. The Doctor was confused. He wasn't sure what she needed help in. Did she expect him to cure him or something?

"Okay." The Doctor stared down at her indifferently.

"I need you to chaperone with me."

"No."

The Doctor began to look at the variety of masks again before Clara began to tug on his sleeves. He turned to give her a stern look but was presented with a pair of large beautiful eyes, looking up at him, pleading almost.

"Stop that. They're malfunctioning again. When will you control them?" The Doctor sighed, and decided to give in. Clara deserved this favor anyway, no matter how rubbish it would be.

"Fine. I'll do it. Keep those children away from me though."

Clara gave him an enormous smile and clapped her hands together. "Thanks you! Now, since we're both doing this together, let's make it fun shall we? You need a costume, so we should match."

The Doctor raised an eyebrow, then pointed at his clothing. "I already have my costume. I'll be a man of mystery, a magician."

Clara snorted. "You might as well be a caretaker. No, come on. I have a brilliant idea."

"No. Line in the sand. Absolutely not." The Doctor scowled, waving a finger at Clara, who was holding up a package full of cat accessories, suggesting he'd be dressed up as her pet cat. Clara rolled her eyes.

"Come on Doctor, it's only for a few hours. No one will laugh at you. I think it'll be adorable."

"No, not adorable. Annoying. There's nothing adorable about a Time Lord dressed up as puss in boots." The Doctor fumed. He stared down at Clara, who seemed to be quite amused with his declination.

"More like grumpy cat for you." She laughed. The Doctor furrowed his eyebrows & crossed his arms. Clara's laughter was then replaced with a look of disappointment. The Doctor felt an ache in his hearts every time he felt he disappointed Clara; all he ever wanted to do was the opposite, make her completely happy. Even if it meant dressing up like an idiot. The Doctor smacked his lips and then gave a small smile down at Clara, he gave in.

"Buy it then. Go on, last time I'm ever doing this though. No exceptions next time. Nothing will work on me." That unless he regenerated by next Halloween, and he suddenly loved dressing up. Clara's eyes lit up with a grin and The Doctor felt his hearts beat faster. Anything was possible for him, as long as his reward was seeing her happy, she was his weakness, after all.

"I have made a terrible mistake, I look like a bloody idiot." The Doctor muttered as he stared at his own reflection. Clara patted him on the shoulder and whispered, "It's okay Mr. Grumpy." The Doctor glared at her and looked back at his reflection. He had a pair of faux fur ears on his head, digging into his fluffy hair, and whiskers drawn on him. Clara dressed him up in a black suit, and told him to pin a tail on his bottom. He felt ridiculous. But it was worth it just to see Clara be happy.

You'd go to hell if she asked, and she would.

Missy's words ran in the Doctor's ears, and he agreed because this felt like hell to him. But it was for a wonderful purpose, to please his Clara. He spun to take a good look at Clara, realizing she was in her costume already. His palms began to sweat as he took in her appearance. She was two inches taller, and was wearing a black little dress that was a bit too tight, mostly like everything she wore. Her face was colored in and she had a witches hat.

"You look..spooky." He muttered. In all honesty, her spookiness was very attractive, and he realized she was making him sweat. He was confused with what he was feeling, and it felt wrong. Yet it felt so right. He was male, afterwards. And Clara was an attractive woman, in all honesty. He looked down into her eyes, and saw a twinkle in her eyes that made his face burn.

"Let's get going." She smiled. He followed the witch out the door, him as her pet cat. How it usually was anyway, and he was okay with that.