Title: A Day and Life on the TARDIS

Author: Flydye8/Heintz571

Pairings: Clara/12th Doctor

Rating: T (just to be on the safe side)

Summary: This is a collection of stories about the times in-between Clara's and the Doctor's adventures. The ones we never see; because we all know once you starting living with someone, life always gets more interesting. The stories are primarily fluffiness, domestication, and a loving friendship taking place after "Last Christmas".

Author's Note: I am writing these because the ideas keep distracting me from writing on my other 12/Clara stories, so I figured, I might as well get them out of my head and penned down. I usually don't take requests, but if there is a storyline you want to see written put your requests in the comments, I will see what ideas come to me. Happy reading.

Clara looked at the text message on her phone for the third time hoping that she was reading it wrong. Groaning loudly she placed her head in her hands, yep she read it right. Her step-mom and her father were hosting a surprise eightieth birthday party for her Gran and the theme of the party was 19th century ballroom dancing.

Her Gran loved ballroom dancing, she use to go every Thursday night with her Gramps up to his passing a few years back and even after his death she still went dancing with other widowers she knew. Clara assumed that was one of the many reasons her Gran still looked as good as she did.

Of course because of the theme of the party Clara would be expected to dance, but there was one problem, she didn't know how. Exiting her room she hurried to find the Doctor maybe he could bring her somewhere so she could learn. She found him sitting at his wooden desk under the metal floor of the console room, fiddling with some sort of small device.

"Doctor, I need your help." Clara practically begged as she approached him.

"Is it life threatening?" he asked without removing his eyes from the device he was working on.

"Well, no it isn't."

"Good then you are going to have to wait, I really need to fix this coupling otherwise we will be stuck in the vortex for an indefinite amount of time." He replied before mumbling, "How can the interface wires be burnt…"

Knowing that she wasn't going to get any help from him anytime soon she went back up the stairs despondently, she really needed to know how to dance. Trying to find a solution to her problem her eyes fell upon the many lights on the main console causing her to smile.

Moving to the wall of the TARDIS she asked, "Can you help me old girl." And gentle affirmative hum was her response, "Thanks, so where do I need to go."

Feeling the TARDIS leading her, she followed the subtle directions to a room within the deep recesses of the ancient ship. Stopping in front of a door she took a deep breath and stepped inside. Looking around the room Clara's smiled got larger; it was exactly what she needed.

She noticed on the floor, in front of her, were shadowed footprints with a number next them. Stepping on them she was surprised to see a new set appear showing her where her own feet should go next. Taking another step she continued to follow the footsteps, trying to commit to memory the movements she will need to do at her Gran's party. Each time she missed a step she would return to the first set of footprints to try again, after a good thirty minutes of practicing, she finally felt that she could do the movements with some music.

Looking up to the ceiling she requested, "Can you play some music, please?" Soon the room filled with instrumental music perfect for the dance she had been practicing.

After finishing the repairs on the coupling he called out, "Okay, Clara what do you need?" Hearing no response he tilted his head raising an eyebrow, "Clara?!"

Rising from his desk, stretching his sore back muscles he maneuvered up the stairs to the main room of his ship. Not seeing her around he pulled the computer screen toward him, typing in a few instructions he looked for her location on his ship.

Clara continued to practice proud that she was able to learn the steps, she could now move around the room without looking at the footsteps on the floor. She was about to try again when the Doctor's voice startled her, "You're doing it wrong."

Placing her hand on her heart she exclaimed, "You really shouldn't sneak up in me like that."

Ignoring her he repeated, "You're doing it all wrong."

"What am I doing wrong?" she asked confused.

"The dance, you are not doing it correctly." Gesturing to the floor he continued, "You can't learn how to dance by just following footsteps."

Getting frustrated with him she retorted, "Well under the circumstances I am doing the best I can. Now will you please leave so I can practice?"

"Why are you trying to learn how to dance?" he asked as he moved closer to her.

Deciding the only way she would able to get more practice was to answer his question she explained patiently, "My Dad is giving my Gran a surprise eightieth birthday party and the theme of the party is 19th century ballroom dancing and I really would like to dance instead of being a wallflower."

Holding his arms out he replied, "Well come on then, let's go."

Looking at his extended arms she remained where she was confused, "Go where, Doctor?"

Rolling his eyes he sighed, "If you are going to dance properly at your Gran's party you will need a partner. You can't ballroom dance by yourself. So chop, chop, let's get started."

"Are you sure? I thought you didn't dance."

"Of course I am sure; otherwise I wouldn't be standing in front of you with my arms out." Stepping closer to her he took her left hand and placed it on his shoulder, grabbing her other hand he entwined his fingers with hers, while placing his free hand on her waist, before continuing, " And for your information I do dance, I just choose not to. Now follow my lead."

Ignoring the tingling sensations on her waist caused by his hand, she looked down at her feet trying to remember all the steps she had been practicing only to hear the Doctor say, "No No Clara, you need to look up, keeping your back straight.

Following his instructions she looked up at his face while straightening her back, "Good." He complimented with a smile, "When ballroom dancing you have to trust your partner to lead you, paying attention to the slight changes of his hands." To demonstrate he pushed against her waist slightly, guiding her to the right, and then he pushed slightly against her hand clutched in his to the left, guiding them in the opposite direction. After a few more turns Clara was finally able to understand his gestures, resulting in them gliding gracefully along the floor.

The Doctor looked at her face as he danced with her, watching as her facial features change from a look of concentration to one of delight then finally to exultation. Surprisingly, his own feature mimicked hers and he found himself not wanting the dance to end.

When the music ended Clara embraced him in a quick hug, "Thank you for dancing with me."

"It was my pleasure. We should do it again sometime." he responded, wanting to have her back in his arms again leading along the floor.

"I would like that Doctor."

"How about now?"

Stepping back into his arms she shrugged, "Sure why not."