Day Five: Snow
The TARDIS whirred calmly as it landed on the soft snow-covered grass outside the flat complex of Clara Oswald. With his purple tweed pulled just a little tighter, an old favourite rainbow-patterned scarf of his wrapped around his neck and warm gloves insulating his hands he stepped out of the wooden blue box, it's outer shell growing colder by the second. Despite the sharp chill, the Doctor had a warm smile on his face as he strode in the direction of her flat amidst the scattered crowds of children. Must have been too cold for her to go outside, he thought, as she was usually to be seen running down the steps at the first flash of blue.
Feeling a giggle about to sprout loudly from her mouth, Clara threw the snowball at the back of his head quickly. The Doctor jumped into an amateur fighting pose as his head turned bashfully to the short brunette poking out from behind the TARDIS. His shoulders instantly relaxed and a grin spread across his face as he chuckled at his impossible girl all bundled up in a thick puffy red jacket with a furry hood almost shielding her wide eyes.
"Your face!" she laughed, pointing a small finger - which looked even tinnier coming from her massive jacket - at him. He pulled a serious face and held his head high to give the illusion that he was above such childish behaviour. Not that Clara believed it for a second. She ducked behind the TARDIS with a giddy yelp as the Doctor swiftly rolled a snowball and tossed it at her, barely grazing her elbow.
She poked her head smugly back out from behind the TARDIS. "That was rubbi-" And a clump of snow in the face. The Doctor laughed proudly as she stiffly pushed snow off of her nose. His laughing was cut short by the menacing look in her eyes. "Oops," he whispered, diving sideways to avoid a deathly snowball. She was tough enough when she was happy, he was quite frightened to see what she was capable of in terms of revenge.
In the time it took him to wind up on the floor, Clara had looped round and was there waiting for him. He let out an involuntary scream at the sight of her, feeling as though they were playing cat and mouse. There was actually a planet where mice were much bigger than cats but equally as terrified by cats as they were on Earth. She tackled him to keep him to the ground while she shoved a snowball in his face. He tried wriggling out but her position on his back inabilitated him from doing so. "Okay, okay I'm sorry, Clara. Let me go! I surrender," he pleaded, though he couldn't help but laugh lightly.
Just like that she hopped off his back with a satisfied smile and poke to his snowy nose. "That's better," she teased. The Doctor rubbed off the remnants of snow as he got to his feet, brushing off his jacket before fixing his scarf followed by a flicked motion to adjust his hair to it's original tip-top shape. "You're a lot stronger than you look," he sighed though really he was quite proud of his impossible girl.
"Thank you," she beamed up at him. Clara grinned and jumped to give him a long awaited hug. He smiled contently and lifted her from the ground to spin her around before placing her down in her original spot. "Let's build a snowman!" he chimed, spotting the children making various attempts at snowy friends.
After two hours of vigorous building and procrastination of tossing snowballs they finally finished building Snowmaggedon: Winter Lord of All. Clara had looked slightly concerned by how quickly the Doctor came up with the name but had shrugged and agreed. "We've done a great job," he complimented, slinging an arm over her shoulder. "Much better than the last...nevermind." He didn't need Victorian London flashbacks right now.
To top off the snowman the Doctor placed a bright red fez on it's head and used a bigger-on-the-inside bowtie around the neck to make Snowmaggedon cool in both senses of the word. The Doctor noticed Clara's teeth chattering and wrapped his arms around her tightly, rubbing her shoulders to provide some warmth. "Let's go inside, eh?" She nodded and they walked, glued together into Clara's flat.
He headed straight to set up a fire while Clara routinely made them steaming cups of tea. They sat themselves beside one another on the sofa, snuggling together under a blanket for extra warmth. "You okay now?" he asked, lightly tapping her slightly red nose with his hand that hadn't ended up around her shoulder.
She hummed in response with her gaze on the inappropriately scheduled film. They probably hadn't expected the snow when they bought it seeing as it was set almost entirely on a beach. She looked all right but the Doctor could tell she was tired by the way her eyes were fixed on the television so much so it was clear she was just keeping her eyelids open. Slowly Clara's eyes faded shut and her head lay comfortably against the Doctor's chest. He smiled at his Clara, gently stroking her hair and pushing it out of the way to see more of her delicate face. He didn't sleep much but figured this was as good a time as any. He gave her forehead a soft kiss and set his head gently on top of hers, drifting slowly to sleep.
*A/N: Little short, I know but I didn't have a lot of time to get it done. Thank you to everyone who has followed and favourited the story! Reviews would be very appreciated x