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. 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.

Author's note 2: This is a follow-up of the previous chapter "Groceries and Dependence" Please review!

Putting away the groceries was one of Clara's favorite things to do; there is a certain satisfaction in organizing the food items just right so they could be easily accessible at a later date. Now she was ready to pack a picnic for her and the Doctor to share once they landed on planet he mentioned earlier in the day while they were shopping. She was looking forward to seeing the moons rising over the horizon and hearing the rocks sing.

Reaching into one of the larger cabinets she pulled out a wicker picnic basket, placing it on the table she opened it only to find it filled with mugs. Surprised she pulled out the first one; it was bubblegum pink with yellow stripes along the rim of the mug, turning it over she saw the name Rose written on the bottom. Intrigued she pulled out the next one which was white with a gold medical caduceus embossed on the surface on its bottom was written Martha.

The next one caused her to giggle; it had a little blob-like white creature on it with short arms and big eyes and right below was the name Donna. Rolling her eyes she shook her head, the next one had a just the words, "I am sexy and I know it!" on it with the initials FOB written below the words. The last two were a pair, one red the other blue with the words Pond and Mr. Pond written on them.

She looked in the basket for more, finding none; she sat at the table and contemplated the assortment of mugs. Obviously these were the mugs of the Doctor's previous companions. The question was why they were hidden away in a picnic basket. Since traveling with the Doctor she has asked both his previous self and his current self about the people he traveled before her and each time he usually used some sort of diversion tactic to avoid the questions.

Admittedly she was curious, but because of his previous reactions to her inquires she decided to put the mugs back into the basket and look for another item to store their picnic in. Picking up the pink mug she was about to place it back where she found it when the Doctor walked in.

"Clara we need to….what are you doing?" He yelled as he grabbed the pink mug from her hand, "Coming aboard the TARDIS permanently doesn't give you permission to snoop around. I trusted you!"

"Doctor, I wasn't snooping I just…" she countered her own anger rising in response to his.

"Get out!" He shouted as he grabbed her arm and shoved her out of the kitchen door, slamming it in her face once she was in the passageway.

Pounding on the door Clara screamed, "You idiot I was just packing a picnic and they were in there!" hearing no response she stormed to her room, once there she slammed her own door shut. Falling onto her bed she allowed the tears that were burning her eyes since he pushed her out of the door to come forth.

Pulling her pillow to her face she screamed in frustration. It wasn't her fault that she found the mugs, it just happened, and the fact that the Doctor wouldn't hear what she had to say hurt her deeply. It seemed every time their relationship was back on track something like this would happen and they would have to build it back up again.

She was exhausted from the rollercoaster of emotions their relationship invoked within her. Why couldn't things be the same as it was with his previous incarnation? What has changed between them, besides the apparent physical and personality differences of the Doctor?

The answers to her questions, was suddenly revealed to her as she sat up in her bed. It was love.

Groaning she fell back into her pillow, yes that was the answer. It wasn't the same love she had for the 11th Doctor, she loved him, but it was a love that was shared between friends, a love one would have for a brother.

With his current self she realized she was in love with him. The love she felt would be a love shared between a husband and wife or committed love that would extend beyond time. No wonder the things he did or said inflicted so much pain or joy within her heart. Placing the palms of her hands against her eyes she shook her head, life has just become so much more difficult and she was not sure how she could fix it. Maybe it was time for her to leave and let the Doctor find a companion without the complication of being in love with him.

The Doctor leaned his head against the door of the kitchen briefly, before turning around to place the mugs in their rightful place. Reaching for them he contemplated why he got upset with Clara as he returned them the mugs to their hidden confines. Obviously she didn't go snooping around like he accused her.

When he put the mugs in the picnic basket, after his regeneration, he thought it would be a safe place to keep them unseen. Who would have guessed that he and Clara would ever plan on sharing a picnic together?

So why did he get so mad at her especially since it was an accident that she found them. The only answer he could come up with was fear. He didn't want her to know how much of a failure he was to those who traveled with him before her; he wanted her to believe in him. He wanted to be her hero.

Sitting heavily on the kitchen chair leaning on his elbows he placed his face in his hands. She was right he was an idiot she, just like all his companions, would accept him for all his negative and positive qualities. So why was it so difficult for him to open up to her and be honest with her?

The answer was clear to him he loved her. Yes, he admitted to himself, he loved her deeply with both of his hearts and was terrified because of those feelings.

Standing up he picked up the basket it was time, if he wanted a deeper relationship with her he need to be honest with her and hope she didn't judge him for his past actions. Exiting the kitchen he made his way to her bedroom. It was time for honesty and trust which would either become a pivotal or detrimental for their relationship.

Arriving at her bedroom door he knocked and asked "Clara can I come in?"

"No Doctor, you can't." she called back her voice muffled by the door.

"Please." He practically begged.

His only response from the closed doors was silence and his hearts ached because of it. He was too late.