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 "Introspections and Surprises" I guess this is a story within a story thing. Oh well, I do hope you enjoy.

Author's Note 2: Thank each of you for favoring/following/commenting on this story I am so pleased that you are enjoying it. If you have the time leave a comment below and tell me what you think, I love feedback. Cheers! now onto the party.

The Doctor closed the silver buttons of his royal blue waist coat as he took one more look in the mirror to make sure he looked okay. He still wasn't sure about the tails on the coat but he did admit that they did mimic the male fashion of the 19th century. Adjusting the blue cravat against his white shirt he exited his room to meet Clara. He couldn't wait to see the dress she picked out for the party.

Clara finished the last curl in her hair and was pleased with her appearance, she decided to pull up part of her hair and leave the rest to cascade over her shoulders. Unplugging the iron she put on her shoes and grabbed a black lace shawl before exiting her room. Entering the control epicenter of the TARDIS she felt her breath hitch as she watched the Doctor enter at the same time. He was devastatingly handsome.

Moving closer to him she smiled, "It seems the tailor Mr. Worth sent you too was a good one. You look dashing."

"It would seem so, but Mr. Worth has a very difficult time keeping secrets." Looking at her his hearts beat a little faster his Clara was gorgeous. The dress was perfect for her and he was quite pleased with the color. The blue of her dress contrasted nicely with the softness of her skin and went well with the darkness of her hair.

Whispering he returned her smile, "You are beautiful, my Clara."

Suddenly feeling a bit shy she ducked her head as he looked at her with such adoration, "Thank you."

"However, there is something off about the dress it is missing something." He commented with a gleam in his eyes.

Bringing her eyes up to meet his she countered as she crossed her arms in frustration, "There is nothing wrong with the dress and it is not missing a thing Doctor."

"Yes, yes it is. It is missing this." He said as he lifted the necklace he purchased out of his pocket holding it up in her line of sight.

Uncrossing her arms she reached for the jewelry, delicately touching it with the tips of her fingers, "Is that for me?" She asked in astonishment her eyes shining, a happy tear cascading down her cheek.

"Of course it is for you and please stop that we don't want you to mess up your painted face." He stated as he wiped the tear from her cheek, "Do you want me to put it on for you?"

"Yes please."

He moved behind her unclasping the chain, reaching over her head he placed the necklace around her neck fastening the clasp. Once done he moved till he was standing in front of her, adjusting it so it laid properly against her skin, "Now you are perfect for your Gran's party. Are you ready to go?" He asked as he held out his elbow for her.

The tingling sensations he caused on her skin by his touch kept her from speaking, nodding she reached for her shawl wrapped it around her shoulders. Placing her hand in the crook of his arm, he led them out of the TARDIS into the cool night air.

Entering the grand ballroom Clara was amazed, her father and step-mom went all out for her Gran. The room was filled with guests all in period costumes, there was even a string quartet at the far end of the dance floor preparing their instruments for the festivities. The tables were adorned with beautiful flatware that shimmered in the candlelight of the room and the scent of flowers reached her nose causing her to breathe deeply.

An attendant approached her and the Doctor dressed as a footman from the 19th century, "Shall I take your shawl Miss?"

Without missing a beat the Doctor reached for her wrap, his fingers ghosting her skin as he removed it from her shoulders once again the sensations causing her breath to hitch. Handing it to the attendant he turned back to her bringing his hand to her waist he guided her deeper into the room.

Almost immediately they were intersected by Clara's father, reaching for his daughter he gave her a loving hug before pulling back, "You look smashing my dear."

Smiling joyfully at him she responded, "Thanks Dad." Nodding to her escort, "You remember the Doctor."

Looking at the tall older man Dave held out his hand to the Doctor, "Of course I remember him, however when you said he changed I didn't realize he would change so much."

The Doctor clasped Dave's hand as he raised a questioning eyebrow toward Clara.

Answering his unspoken question she replied quietly, "Well I couldn't travel permanently with a Time Lord from Gallifrey without telling my family, now could I."

Worriedly the Doctor responded, "No I guess not."

Dave leaned in and secretly whispered, "Don't worry the only people in the family that know is myself and her Gran. How would you like me to introduce you to people?"

"Jonathan Smith would be fine." He replied knowing that he used John Smith the last time he was introduced to Clara's family.

"Jonathan it is then." Dave nodded, "Come along I will show you where you will be sitting. Mum will be here very soon."

Following their escort the Doctor leaned toward Clara, "It would have been nice to know that you told your family about me."

Looking up at him she saw an undefined look in his eyes that she could not name. Almost if he was happy as well as hurt by her actions. Not sure how to respond she simple stated, "I'm sorry."

"I know but we really need to work on your honesty skills." He replied tartly.

Before she could respond her Dad turned to them, "Here we are." Pointing to a small intimate table set for two immediately to the right of the head table, "I am sorry you are not at the main table but Linda was insistent that only the immediate family sit there; me your Aunt and our spouses and of course your Gran."

Trying not to feel hurt, especially since she was the only grandchild, she plastered on false smile to hide her pain, "No problem Dad, when is Gran going to arrive."

Looking at his watch he gasped, "Oh my goodness, she will be here in 10 minutes. Please excuse me I need to go."

The Doctor pulled out her chair then sat next to her in his own chair. Turning toward him she placed her hand on his forearm, "I am sorry I didn't tell you, but I didn't want them to worry especially if I returned back to Earth grayer and older then I am now." Continuing the conversation they were having as they walked toward their table.

"I do understand Clara, I really do." He replied. Strangely he was pleased with her actions, the idea she was planning on staying with him for so long warmed his hearts. "I just would like to maintain a sense of anonymity this time around."

Giggling at him she countered, "You were made president of Earth I really don't think anonymity is possible."

Rolling his eyes he shook his head, "Yeah don't remind me. I need to talk to Kate about that very soon."

Her father's voice echoed through the PA system halting any further conversation in the room, "Ladies and Gentleman the lady of the hour is arriving."

A hush settled across the room and as Clara's Gran entered immediately everyone yelled "Surprise!" Worriedly Clara watched as she clutched her chest but breathed a sigh of relief when a huge smile appeared on her face.

Her Gran looked glorious in her period gown. It was plum in color and was adorned with delicate pearl buttons starting at the high neckline down the bodice of the dress. Her gray hair was done up in a flattering bun and from her ears hung pearl earrings. Clara wondered what her father told her to get her to dress for the party so perfectly.

Clara watched as her father escorted her Gran to the head table as they approached, her and the Doctor stood from their seats and moved to the other side to greet her.

"Hello Gran." Clara said with a brilliant smile on her face as she hugged her favorite relative.

Pulling back her Gran returned the smile, "Time travel has done you well my dear; I don't think I have ever seen you so happy."

Turning toward the Doctor, she held out her hands to him similarly to the way his Clara did when he returned to her after 62 years in their shared dream, "Oh I like this look much better Doctor it is very becoming."

Bowing at the waist he kissed her hand before replying his accent thick, "Thank you very much."

"Oh and Scottish this time as well." Turning toward Clara she winked at her, "Keep a hold of this one dear."

"I plan on it Gran." Clara responded no truer words coming out of her mouth, as she entwined her arm within his.

"Good. Now Doctor you still owe me a game of twister." She stated as she raised her eyebrows suggestively.

"I don't think I would be very flexible this time around." He stated his face turning pinkish in embarrassment.

"That is too bad it would have been delightful for the both of us; I guess I will have to settle for a dance." She flirted with the Time Lord.

"That is something I will look forward to." He replied charmingly as he guided Clara to her seat again.

Dave interrupted, "Mum dinner is going to be served soon shall we take our seats."

"Yes, of course son." Then to everyone's surprise she grabbed a chair from the head table and moved it to the small table which the Doctor and Clara occupied and sat down gracefully.

Astonished Dave bristled, "Mother you are supposed to sit at that table with your children and their spouses."

Looking up at her son she briskly replied, "It is my birthday party and I choose to sit here. Now go, you said the food is going to be served soon."

Dejectedly he moved to his seat avoiding his wife, Linda, venomous look which was quickly transferred onto Clara causing her to move closer to the Doctor holding his arm a bit more tightly. Noticing her movements he placed his hand over hers in a comforting touch.

Smiling at the couple Clara's Gran asked, "So tell me, what type of adventures have the two of you been on recently?"

Looking sideways at the Doctor, Clara smiled at him ignoring the glares of her step- mom, "Go ahead, you tell our stories so much better than I."

After the waiter filled their wine glasses the Doctor licked his lips and began, "Let me tell you about a planet called Akuropon Prime, I brought Clara there to see the most beautiful flower that only grows right before the rainy season…."