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 1: 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. This is a continuation of the previous chapter "Dancing" I guess this is a story within a story thing. Oh well, I do hope you enjoy.

Author's Note 2: Sorry for the delay in posting but I was vacationing in Mexico. It was a great time and a nice reprieve from the bitter cold.

Clara was suddenly awoken by the Doctor shaking her, "Wake up sleepyhead." Holding a cup in front of her nose he continued, "I brought you coffee."

Refusing to open her eyes she replied sleepily, "Doctor, you said I could sleep as long as I want today."

"Yeah I know but there is something important we have to do."

"More important than sleeping, I don't think so." Clara mumbled pulling the covers over her head.

Placing the coffee on the bedside table he yanked the covers off his friend, "Now Clara, you have slept for ten hours, plenty of time for your pudding brain to recuperate. The clothes you will need are over there." Motioning to the Victorian dress hanging from her wardrobe, "Hurry up time is a wasting."

Opening her eyes she looked over to where he was pointing then grumbled, "Why do I have to wear that torture device."

Sighing in exasperation he retorted, "Because, you can't meet Charles Frederick Worth in your nightie."

"Who?" She asked as she rose slowly from her bed reaching for the cup of coffee he brought to her.

"I will tell you when you get to the control room. Now hurry we don't have all day." He called out as he left her room.

Not letting him get the last word in she yelled at his retreating back, "This better be worth it Time Lord otherwise I am going to be very cross with you!"

Moving to retrieve her dress before heading to the en suite the Doctor popped his head back into the room, "Oh and make sure you wear one of your rings on your left hand."

"Why?" she asked turning to face him.

"Because, you being my wife is a better cover story than being my daughter." He replied as he wiggled his eyebrows giving her a wink, before disappearing again leaving Clara speechless in his wake.

After washing her face she stretched her sore leg muscles, who would have thought that ballroom dancing would be so strenuous. She and the Doctor practiced almost every night, after whatever crazy adventures they had. She admitted that she looked forward to dancing with him, but as of yet, she still hadn't convinced him to go to her Gran's party with her. He always came up with some excuse or ignored her pleadings all together.

Putting on the dress she wondered why they needed to use the cover of husband and wife, in his previous version they sometimes pretended to be married, but this is the first time her current Doctor had ever suggested it. Taking a moment to fix her hair she finished the coffee and headed to the control room to find out who Charles Worth was.

Seeing her enter from the promenade of his ship he hurried down the stairs, "You know Clara when I said hurry I meant be here sooner."

"Have you ever tried to put on a Victorian dress by yourself." She huffed.

"I can't say I have however there was this one time, oh a long time ago…."

Holding up her hand, she interrupted before he continued his story, "Doctor, didn't you say we were in a hurry."

"Oh yes, we are shall we go." He replied as he held out his hand for her.

Grabbing onto his hand they walked out the TARDIS doors, "So when and where are we and who is this Worth fellow and why do I have to be your wife?" She fired off questions as they walked down the street.

"Full of questions aren't we this morning." He replied as he placed her hand in the crook of his arm.

"Well you really didn't give me anything to go on this morning, when you rudely woke me after saying I could sleep all I want." She grumped.

"Did you drink your coffee? You seem to still be in a rut, usually you move on after you have had your morning coffee."

Sighing she looked up at him frowning, "Can you please just answer my questions?"

"You know if you keep frowning you will get lines on your face then everyone will think you're older than me instead of us being the same age."

"Doctor, Please!" She said with exasperation.

"We are in Paris, late 19th century Charles Fredrick Worth is a proclaimed dressmaker in this era."

Letting the information sink in, her eyes widened in surprise as she halted their movements with hand, "Am I going to get an authentic 19th century gown for my Gran's party?"

"Yes, you are a bit slow today. Maybe I should have let you have a second cup of coffee before we left TARDIS." He answered as he started to walk down the street, "And we are going to be late for your appointment if we don't hurry."

So stunned that she was going to get a custom dress she didn't realize he never answered her last question about them being married, till they enter the quaint shop.

The Doctor approached a large man holding out his hand to him as Clara stood a few feet behind, "Mr. Worth thank you for fitting us in your busy schedule."

"No problem, I am always happy to help a man get something special for his lovely wife," He gestured to Clara, "She is quite the gem Mr. Smith."

"Yes she is." The Doctor replied smiling at her, as he reached for her hand, "My dear may I introduce Mr. Charles Worth."

"It is a pleasure Mr. Worth."

"Likewise, shall we go and choose the fabric you would like for your dress?" He asked as he requisitioned her hand from the Doctor's.

The Doctor watched her walk away smiling; he knew that whatever dress she wore it would be gorgeous on her. Knowing she would take a while he left the shop to acquire his other surprise gift for her, little did she know, he had every intention joining her at her Gran's party. Hence the dress and a tailored suit for him, he wanted the evening to be special for both of them.

Clara stood as still as possible as the dressmaker and his assistants measured her for her dress. There would be two fabrics to the dress. TARDIS blue fabric for the top portion of the dress and black fabric to go under it. After much deliberation they choose and off the shoulder neckline with black lace trimming it; at the center of the lace will be a delicate bow resting just above her breasts. The bodice of the dress will be form fitting till her hips, then the bottom of the skirt will flair out to the floor.

She hoped that once the Doctor saw her in the dress he would decide to join her for the party. Once the measurements were complete the dressmaker guided her to a sitting area and served her some tea.

Smiling at her Mr. Worth inquired, "So how did you and your husband meet?"

Deciding it would be best to stay close to the truth as possible she replied, "In London, we kind of came across each other by accident."

"He was very adamant to get you here, what is the special event that you both will be attending?"

Smiling politely, "My Gran's birthday party, but I don't think my husband will be attending he really doesn't like social events." She replied, surprisingly comfortable calling the Doctor her husband.

"Oh I thought he was going to join you, especially since I set up an appointment with an excellent tailor friend of mine."

"Well my husband does like to give me surprises, so maybe he has changed his mind." She responded her heart thumping with hope in her chest.

Any further conversation was stopped as the Doctor re-entered the dress shop, "I guess you are all finished since you are having tea."

"Yes, Mr. Smith we are." The dressmaker stated as he stood up, the dress will be ready in two weeks' time."

"Good, now we need to go." He stated as he reached for Clara's hand, "Come along my dear, we still have a lot to do."

"Goodbye Mr. Worth, our conversation was enlightening." She said, ignoring the Doctor's questioning glance.

Exiting the shop Clara entwined her hand through the Doctor's arms smiling at him, "So are we going to pop ahead a couple of weeks and get my dress?"

"Of course we are, I do have a time machine you know, but first," he stated, pointing his finger at her pausing their movements, "We are going to have a nice bit of lunch and then you will tell me why you have a knowing smile on your face."

"Eating sounds good and there is nothing knowing about my smile, I am just smiling it is been a wonderful day."

Guiding her to a local café pulling out her seat, he sneered, "I don't believe you Miss Oswald."

Sitting placing her napkin on her lap, she brazenly replied, "Don't you mean Mrs. Smith, Doctor?"

Taking the seat across from her he motioned for the waiter, "Maybe someday."

Dumfounded, at a loss for words, she just stared at him as he order for them both

This is a link to the picture that inspired the dress created for Clara. clubs/dresses/images/34271690/title/victorian-black-blue-gothic-dress-photo

Charles Frederick Worth: (1825-1895) is often called the father of couture; he was a well-known dress maker in the late 19th century in Paris, France. Here is a link if you would like more information about this remarkable man. .