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".

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Clara stepped out of the shower, after drying off; she ran a comb through her hair surprised that it had gotten so long since she started traveling permanently with the Doctor. Granted she really didn't know how long they had been traveling because time was pretty much non-existent on the TARDIS, but according to her phone, which was set to Earth's time and date, it had been almost six months. It really didn't matter though she was in desperate need of a haircut, pulling her hair into a pony tail she went to search for the Doctor.

Finding him in the library, she interrupted his reading, "We need to go to Earth."

Marking the page with his finger he closed the book and placed it on his lap, "Why do we need to go to Earth? Is there something wrong there?"

"No Doctor, but I need a haircut badly." She stated as she pointed to her hair, "It is getting long and bothersome."

"Well we don't need to go to Earth for your hair the TARDIS can cut it for you. She does mine all the time."

"Seriously, she cuts your hair for you? How is that even possible she isn't corporal?"

Rolling his eyes he clarified, "She doesn't actually do the cutting, Clara."

"Okay, I am confused then how is it done?"

Standing he placed his book back on the shelf and gestured with his finger, "Come on I will show you."

Following him they entered a room that she had never seen before; the walls were a calming sea foam green color with spatters of white that looked like clouds. Off to the right of the room was a fountain with trickling of water cascading down the rocks, just enough to be soothing but not flagrant. Throughout the spacious room stood plants of all sorts ranging in color from a light gray to a vibrant green. In the center of the room stood a standard beauty shop chair with a mirror in front of it. All and all the room looked like a place for rest and relaxation while indulging in pampering oneself. The only thing that was out of place was a half dome metal shaped device hovering over the chair with numerous tubes disappearing into the ceiling of the room.

Raising his arms the Doctor showed off the room, "Welcome to the TARDIS beauty salon." Moving to the mirror the Doctor tapped the lower left corner. Immediately, a wide selection of choices was displayed on the reflective surface including types of cuts, colors and styles.

"Come and sit." Moving apprehensively to the chair she hesitated, "Don't worry Clara this is not going to bite you. Well I don't think it will bite, the TARDIS matrix does controls the system. You and she seem to be getting along well now so I wouldn't worry about it. "

"What if we weren't getting along, what would happen?" She inquired refusing to sit in the chair.

"Nothing much, she just won't give you the haircut that you want." Running his own hands through his hair he explained, "Usually when she is upset with me she cuts my hair much shorter then I like, and then it takes forever to grow it back to its proper length."

"I don't know Doctor, can't you just bring me to Earth so I can go to my normal hair stylist?" she asked still nervous to allow the TARDIS to be in control of her hair.

"What is the worst thing that can happen; you get a cut you don't like. Hair does grow back you know, take a chance." He encouraged.

Shrugging her shoulders she surrendered he did have a point, "Oh okay."

"Good, I will leave you to it then." He smiled as he walked out the room pleased he convinced her.

The Doctor sat in his chair reading the book he started in the library when he heard an anguishing shrill echo within the passageways of his ship. Looking up at his ship he sighed, "Why can't you be kind to her, just this once?" Standing he prepared himself for the onslaught of emotions, he was about to be the receiving end of.

Right on cue Clara burst into the room anger in her eyes, "Doctor, look what your bloody ship did to me." Pointing to her hair, he saw that it was teased out as far as it could go with grey streaks woven throughout, emerging from the top was a long piece of hair hanging down her back that looked suspiciously like a cow's tail, "I look like a hybrid of the Bride of Frankenstein and a cow's arse."

Moving down the stairs he tried to hide his laughter behind a nonchalant façade, "I guess maybe you and the TARDIS still have some issues to work out."

"You think." Moving quickly she poked her finger into his chest, "You get behind that console right now and bring me to my hair stylist immediately, or I swear I will shave you bald the next time you sleep."

"Okay no need to get hostile Clara, tell me when and where." He responded moving to the input keyboard of his TARDIS still trying desperately to hold back his laughter.

Rattling off the address for him, she turned away and sat heavily on the seat crossing her arms in frustration.

Moving the activation switch he comment with a smirk, "Well be glad she didn't change your hair completely she could have made it hot pink, blue, or even chartreuse. I think she was being kind."

Groaning she covered her face, "Shut up Doctor."

Once the TARDIS finished the landing sequence, she stood and rushed toward the door calling over her shoulder, "You stay put Doctor and I am going to use your debit card to pay to get my hair fixed."

As soon as the doors slammed shut the Doctor doubled over in laughter, "Well old girl you certainly made her day more interesting."

Still chuckling he moved toward his chair, stopping briefly at one of the desks to pull out a drawing pad, once settled he proceeded to draw Clara with her new TARDIS inspired haircut, snickering off and on as his pencil transcribed the memory to paper.