*Hello everyone. Another day, another chapter. It's Christmas Eve still here but Merry Christmas for those of you who have hit Christmas Day. My gift to you all is another very fluffy chapter in which there's an engagement party, the TARDIS is a moving van of sorts and Clara drinks too much. Enjoy, and as ever, please review, it makes my day. Have a great Christmas and thanks to everyone who has read, reviewed, followed and favourited. I'll see you all, same time tomorrow, just before Time of the Doctor. Eep. TPD*

Her dad had offered to help them move in. The Doctor had been very grateful for the help, much to Clara's surprise, but quickly realised that his idea of Dave helping was to carry the boxes from the living room to the TARDIS parked in the living room. Dave made the suggestion that they buy a car. The Doctor had snorted and said he had the greatest travelling machine in the universe. Clara had pointed out that they still used the bike to get to work every day. It was decided. They were getting a car. The Doctor had grumbled that it would upset the TARDIS and that she would get jealous and hide Clara's bedroom again. Clara then mischievously replied that she would sleep in the Doctor's room. He'd snorted with laughter at that as well.

After a great deal of arguments, the Doctor throwing a hissy fit and shooting off to the moon to shoot some meteors, they had packed Clara's entire life into the back of Dave's van. It surprised Dave how little stuff the Doctor had at Clara's, a few jackets and bow ties, but that was about it. The Doctor pointed out he didn't have many possessions and that the majority of his wardrobe was usually parked just around the corner if he needed it. It still made Clara kind of sad to think about it. The majority of his life still belonged on the TARDIS and hers in the real world. She had space on the TARDIS, a room and the ship had become her home and likewise, their house was very much the Doctor's home, but he didn't have many things. His life was still on board his machine. He was still the Doctor, her Doctor. And it scared her that he could pop off in the TARDIS and never return, leaving nothing special behind. Just as she could leave the TARDIS at any time and the ship wouldn't have anything she needed in it. But that wasn't true. If the TARDIS left, she'd be missing the one thing she needed the most. And if he left, he'd be leaving behind the one thing that he needed, he reminded her when she vocalised her worries. Her.

Dave stayed the evening to help the couple unpack and the Doctor proved to be equally unhelpful and argumentative when it came to unpacking as packing. But, eventually, all of Clara's things were unpacked. The Doctor's stuff that had been in her flat was also unpacked. Then, much to Clara's shock, he did something unexpected. He disappeared into the TARDIS, which he'd parked in the back garden and came back handfuls of boxes. She gasped as he dropped half a dozen boxes on their bed, looking at her as if this was a regular occurrence.

"Be right back," he said, pointing at her in an affectionate fashion and then he ran off, down the stairs, back into the TARDIS, which dematerialised and she heard it reappear out front. Clara went pale and ran down the stairs, her father walking out of the kitchen to meet her on the front porch. What if he dumped the entire contents of his machine into her lap? Luckily, this time, he only re-emerged with a car. Wait, what? Clara did a double-take as a TARDIS blue convertible drove out of the TARDIS, onto their driveway, where the Doctor parked her and climbed out, grinning from ear to ear.

"You wanted a car!" he informed her, so I popped back to 1965 and picked up this E-type, pretty cheap.

"Is that good?" Clara asked, exasperated, knowing very little about cars. She looked at her father for help but his eyes had bulged and he was stammering.

"Clara," Dave stuttered. "A Jaguar E-type is one of the most beautiful and expensive cars ever made. They're a motorists dream. If you wanted to get one nowadays it would cost hundreds of thousands of pounds…"

Clara rolled her eyes. It was so typical of the Doctor to go overboard with these sorts of thing. She was smiling as he ran over and jumped up and down as Clara shot him a look of exasperation.

"It's not very practical is it?" she asked blithely. The Doctor looked like a child who'd been told Christmas was cancelled and Dave looked at her like she was insane. "Sorry, sorry!" she threw her hands in the air in exasperation. "I just think we'd be better off with something like a Mondeo, or a Golf or even a four door Porsche!"

"Can I have the E-type?" Dave asked and the pleading tone in his voice made Clara smile. The Doctor handed him the keys with a wistful smile and Dave snatched them up, running over to the Jaguar with a gleeful grin. The Doctor turned to Clara, hands outstretched as if to say, what are you going to do. She hugged him and kissed his cheek. He responded by kissing the top of her head.

"What's with the boxes?" she asked as they walked back inside, hand in hand, Dave a few metres behind them, still jumping up and down with delight. "I mean, is it my stuff, from the TARDIS?"

"No Clara," the Doctor looked at her, puzzled. "You felt bad that I didn't have more stuff here so I went inside the TARDIS and grabbed some things. I've got a few of my memory boxes, alphabetised of course, my diary, a few old and spare sonics, fourteen different jackets, twenty seven different bow ties, suspenders, socks, underwear, the entirety of the Harry Potter series, all 56 books, I mean 7 books," he corrected himself as Clara's eyes widened. "Some physics stuff, a project I've been working on, a book on cooking which I bought for you because frankly your efforts are below par, sorry dear!" he added quickly as she punched him. Clara did agree though, he was much better at cooking than her. "A few alcoholic drinks I've been saving for special occasions, thirty eight packs of Jammy Dodgers, my toothbrush, a list of places I've been meaning to take you to and a fez." He beamed. "Don't even ask how I fit it all in the boxes."

"Bigger on the inside?" Clara asked with a smirk, as they walked upstairs and sat on the bed beside the boxes. "I can't believe this. This is your life Doctor and you've just thrown it on our bed like it means nothing. You've never done anything like this before, why now?"

"Because, Clara," he smiled. "My life is already in this bed." He patted it for emphasis. "It'll be in this bed every day from now on. These things I have, they're just things. They're not you. I'd rather burn the whole lot than lose you. Obviously. But I decided ages ago that you're my whole life, so throwing a few things into our wardrobe is nothing compared to the commitment I've already made. I'm learning Clara," he admitted. "I'm trying to be the best fiancé I can be. If you want a car, I'll go and get you a car. If you want me to open up, I'll tell you about Gallifrey and my parents. And if you want me to move my things in, there they are. If you want a child, I'll…"

He broke off and Clara looked at him. Her eyes were wide and her adorable little mouth formed an 'O'. They sat for a moment that seemed to last a lifetime, eyes wide, both of them shocked, unable to say anything. The Doctor stood up and straightened his bow tie. Clara still sat on the bed, her only movement or change of expression was just to follow him with her eyes.

"I mean-"

"I know."

"Just if you wanted, I mean-"

"It's okay Doctor, I know." She paused, managing to shut her mouth and she stood shakily to face him. "I mean, I've not thought about it. You've had family before. You must be bored of the whole kids thing. I mean, I suppose I thought you wouldn't want anymore. But then, you're 1200, must've been a while for you. I never thought about it, kids with you. I mean, you're a Time Lord, and I'm a human, I didn't even realise we could have kids. I mean, I thought we'd be incompatible, you know? Like would any kids we have, would they not have two hearts, or be able to regenerate or would they have like three heads or something? You told me River became part Time Lord just from being conceived on the TARDIS, I mean. I never thought I wanted kids. Or I did, but I thought that would be after you…but now you're not… I mean."

"Clara," the Doctor cut her off with a smile. "You're rambling."

"Of course I'm rambling you idiot!" she yelled, hitting him. "My crazy alien fiancé with a time machine has just put the idea of having kids in my mind. Doctor, what the hell do I say to that? Other than rambling for twenty minutes on different kinds of complications that could come from having a mini-Doctor popping out of me? I'm 25," she informed him and he nodded. "If we have kids, we won't be able to travel any more, on the TARDIS. We'll stop having sex, I might have to quit my job, at least for a while. I'll get fat, really fat," she pulled a face. "I don't want kids," she turned to him, resolute in her conviction. "At least not now. I don't even want to consider the implications for the thing that pops out of me, I just want to carry on the life that we currently have. I mean, my life is perfect, I don't want to complicate it."

"Okay," the Doctor nodded.

"I mean what if you need a special Gallifreyan mid-wife and they tell you to go away because I'm just a stupid Earth girl? Oh God, does Gallifrey have a special centre where Time Lords can take their stupid primitives that they've knocked up to hide the shame of it?" she kept ranting. "Wait, did you say okay?"

"Yes Clara," he laughed. "I said its okay. You're right, I've done the whole kids thing. I don't really want to be bogged down by them. But if it was our child?" he grinned. "I'd love that little baby almost as much as I love you. And believe me when I say, that is a lot. And for the record, as far as I'm aware, no Time Lords ever ran around knocking up what was it 'stupid Earth girls'?" Clara blushed. "Well, none that I know of. I suppose they probably would keep it to themselves or just murder the girl. If it came out that it had happened, they'd be exiled from Gallifrey and stripped of their regenerations. Hell, they exiled me just for being friends with a couple of humans. And took away one of my lives. Shame, I really liked that face. Anyway, the point is, I'm here for you, whatever you ask of me."

"Can you wear that new tux I bought you tomorrow night?"

"Oh that? I threw it into a black hole." This earned him a punch.

The next night was their housing warming party. At least that's what they told everyone. Clara had invited what seemed to the Doctor like her entire family, her father's two sisters, cousins, grandparents, her mother's brother and more. All her friends, some people from work, the Maitlands and of course Dave. The Doctor's pool was considerably smaller. He'd invited Jack, Kate Stewart and a couple of old friends called Martha and Mickey, whom he'd apparently kept in touch with. The Doctor was staying away from the booze but Clara slugged away at the champagne. The party had started at eight and was in full swing by nine. Jack had been slipping nothing alien into people's drinks until Clara had caught him and threatened to shove it so far his arse that he'd be choking on it for the rest of his life. Which she assured him, the Doctor had told her was a very long time. At eleven, just as it looked like the party might wind down, the Doctor got everyone's attention. He grabbed a glass of champagne and looked around for Clara. She stumbled to his side, sloppily kissing him and taking his arm, downing the glass of champagne in his hand. He snorted with laughter and turned to the group.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he gulped. "Um, I'm the Doctor. Some of you know me, some of you don't. And some of you have known me for far too long and need to stop dropping hints about us getting together. It's never going to happen Jack, get over it." People whooped and cheered and Jack took a bow and blew the Doctor a kiss.

"I've got his Chin-Boy," Clara interjected, slurring her words slightly. "This is the Doctor. He's my boyfriend. Well, I say boyfriend…he's more like a child I have to babysit, except he's old enough to do other things as well." The Doctor buried his head in his hands. "Now the Doctor is without doubt the most childish idiot I've ever met," Clara continued. "I mean he once destroyed a rubber duck because it looked at him funny!"

"That was legitimate if you'll remember," he muttered in response.

"But despite the fact that he's probably more emotionally attached to his screwdriver than he ever will be to me," Clara continued. "And despite the fact that he can never get me where he promises to take me or when he promises to take me!" she said pointedly and Jack burst into laughter as Clara got a few odd looks for this comment. "And even though I sometimes wonder if he'll jump in his Snogbox and fly away, because I don't understand why he's here with me when he has the whole universe to explore…"

"Clara, getting a bit on the timey-wimey side," the Doctor muttered. "Wrap it up."

"The point is," Clara said, guzzling another glass and giggling. "Despite all the crap you have to deal with when you're with the Doctor, I'd deal with it all a hundred times over, because I love him more than anything. He's the kindest, wisest, most annoying man I've ever met and I want to spend every moment of my life with him, in his Snogbox. And that's exactly what he's giving me. I'M MARRYING A TIME LORD BITCHES!" she shrieked, before leaping in the air, a huge mistake in heels and the Doctor caught her as she tumbled. Dave's head was in his hands, Jack was in stitches, but mainly there was a general sense of confusion.

"She's very drunk, but the main thing is," the Doctor grinned sheepishly. "We're engaged."

There was an eruption of noise as people rushed forward to congratulate them. Clara was finding her feet by this point and was mobbed by her friends as the Doctor shook a lot of hands, hugged a lot of females and eventually made his way through the pack to Martha, Mickey and Jack who were chatting.

"We're so happy for you!" Martha exclaimed with a grin, throwing herself into a hug. "This is amazing news."

"Yeah, how did you score a beautiful girl like her?" Mickey asked cheekily.

"You sly dog," Jack chuckled. "Still, after what you did for her on that Dalek ship, it was only a matter of time until you popped the question. When did you ask her?"

"I have no idea," the Doctor admitted carefully. "It was only like last week in human terms, but we've been on the TARDIS for about a month and a half, so I've completely lost track of time. Funny how these things happen."

"Doctor!" called Dave. "Your fiancée just vomited on her new shoes."

"I'd better go," the Doctor grinned. "The missus needs me. If any of you need anything, or if you just fancy a trip, you know where you to find us. I have a house now. Houses are cool."

The Doctor picked his way through the crowd to grab Clara, who was being steadied by Artie and her dad. He told the crowd that they were all welcome to stay if they could find space and that there were sofas and bedrooms but it turned out that Clara's family had reserved plenty of space in a hotel within walking distance. Her family went home, the Maitlands crashed in a spare room, with Dave in the other, leaving Jack alone downstairs with Clara's female friends. The Doctor doubted the logic of that but was too focused on carrying Clara up to bed. She was basically passed out at this point, so he threw off her sickly clothes, pulled a nightgown over her head and settled her down on the bed, snatching up the bin from the bathroom and placing it by her head as she groaned. He undressed down to his boxers and slipped in beside her, stroking her hair and pulling the odd longer strand out of her face.

"Am I alive?" she muttered.

"Yes sweetheart," the Doctor smiled. "You should be called Champagne Girl after that performance. It was truly a great advertisement for alcohol. At one point you jumped up, screaming that you were marrying a Time Lord. Jack nearly wet himself. That'll be played at every family event for years."

"Oh for flip's sake," Clara groaned. "Why do I ever think drinking is a good idea? It only ever ends up with me dancing topless with fat or telling my entire family and friends that you're an alien. Explaining this is going to be a nightmare."

"Do you want me to wipe some memories?" the Doctor asked generously. She grabbed his hand and rolled over to face him.

"No," she smiled. "I'll blame the booze. But I appreciate the offer. I'll bear it in mind for the future, in case I slip up again. I love you, my Doctor."

"I love you too. My Clara. Now go to sleep, you're going to have a stinking hangover in the morning."

Sure enough, Clara awoke to her entire world spinning. She wretched into the bin and swivelled, not surprised that the Doctor was already gone. Probably making breakfast, she reckoned. She heard the TARDIS materialise and staggered to her feet and over to the window. The Doctor stumbled out and she heard him yell in pain. Clara's heart sank and tears reached her eyes. She took the stairs three at a time, ignoring three of her friends who were sat in the lounge and threw up the back doors. She ran over to him, terrified. He almost collapsed into her arms and she looked him up and down, horror-struck.

"Doctor," she asked. "What is it? Doctor?"

"Shot. Bullet. Shoulder. I'll survive. Get. Inside."

The staggered words made Clara feel both better and worse. Sure enough, there was a bullet wound in his left shoulder and one in his right hip. Jack came tumbling out of the house and swore loudly. He put his arm around the Doctor, examining his injuries.

"We need to get him into the TARDIS," he instructed. "Now. If I work fast, he won't have to regenerate."

"No regeneration," the Doctor rasped. "Last body. Last life. Jack," he pulled Jack's face close to his. "Don't let me die. For Clara's sake."

"I won't," Jack promised. And then they hauled him into the TARDIS.

*Apologies about the cliffhanger. I really want to get I'M MARRYING A TIME LORD BITCHES on a t-shirt. TPD*