Chapter four! If you haven't already looked up what Elf on the Shelf looks like, I would suggest you do so now.
The Doctor's hands were whirring across the controls of the TARDIS so quickly that they were actually a blur. He was something that Clara hadn't seen in awhile: afraid. But of course he wouldn't admit it to her. He never admitted that he was scared unless the danger was too intense that he didn't know if he could save her. And that had only happened once. Hopefully, it would never happen again.
Clara gripped into the railing, hoping the TARDIS wasn't in the mood to see her tiniest punching bag (aka the Impossible Girl) thrown about like dice from someone's hand. Luckily, The Doctor had found a place to land. He pulled some levers, and the TARDIS came to an abrupt halt.
He turned around to face her, a bit of sweat on his forehead. And he nervously ran a hand through his hair. "So..."
"So..." She responded, looking at her Doctor, who still had every single item that she had bought strung across his lanky body. Which was surprising to the girl in the skirt that was just a little bit too tight. Very surprising.
The Doctor, meanwhile, stumbled to the door of the TARDIS and opened it with the remaining limbs he possessed and basically collapsed onto the the floor in a tangle of limbs and bags. Clara followed quickly behind him.
"Doctor!" Clara shouted, trying to separate him from her gifts. More like trying to separate her gifts from his limbs. "I swear if you crushed anything, I'm going to make you pay for it!"
He groaned, rolled out of the mess, pulled himself onto the couch and lied there very still. She could almost hear his brain whirring and clicking. "Clara. I need you to tell me everything you can remember about those things."
"Elf on the Shelf?" She asked.
"Elf on the Shelf." He nodded.
"Well, they come from a book, I think." The brunette told him, walking over and moving his legs so she could sit. "It's about elves that Santa-" The Doctor snorted, "-sends to watch over all the children who will be receiving presents that year." She plopped down next to him and he threw his legs back over her own.
She continued. "The elf goes and tells Santa-" The Doctor snorted again, "-how the child is behaving and what sort of present they are to be receiving." She turned towards the Time Lord and smacked his knee, "Will you stop laughing whenever I say Santa!"
"I'll stop when Human Traditions stop being silly." She gave him a look. "Okay! Okay!" He sat up, crossed his legs in a pretzel and turned to face her. "That leaves many different solutions, doesn't it, Clara Oswald."
She turned to look at him. "Which are?"
"Suppose, that story of yours is true." The Doctor nodded and looked around the room at the decorated walls and the tree standing in the corner.
"Okay..."
"Well, that leaves us with a few solutions." The Doctor smiled. "Someone, probably the author, has enchanted the elves to do their bidding. Most likely something evil..."
The Doctor continued to babble on about circumstances and reasoning as Clara looked about the room. There was something that wasn't quite right about the whole place. However, she couldn't quite place it. Right on the tip of her tongue, it was.
And then it clicked.
The Impossible Girl grabbed the Time Lord's shoulders and shook him. He held a finger up to her, as if to say that he wasn't quite finished and he would be in a couple seconds. She grumbled briefly before reaching up and pinching his cheek.
"OW!" cried The Doctor. "CLARA! What was that for?" He held onto his cheek, looking at her clearly very shocked and hurt.
"Doctor, you've made a big mistake." His eyebrows knit together in concern. "This isn't my apartment."
The Doctor had his mouth open and was about to apologize when they heard something drop, sounding about the weight of a stuffed animal, and start to walk towards them.
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