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: Thank you again for all your wonderful reviews, it is surprising how motivated I get when the reviews come in. I have also gotten some amazing prompts which I will be incorporating into my story. They are all brilliant and I can't wait to write them. Oh BTW I now have a tumblr account (yeah I know I must be crazy) you can search for me by user name which is flydye88 or go to flydye88. tumblr .com.

Clara remained where she was standing as the TARDIS poured tea into their cups, still not sure what to make of the woman before her. Soon after the tea was ready Sexy looked at her, "The Doctor did explain to you time is of an essence. Didn't he?"

"Yes he did mention it to me."

"Well than come over and ask your questions. I really do have better things to do with my time than sit here drinking tea.

Moving to the empty chair Clara sat apprehensively, "How is this possible?"

"The Doctor had a lot of free time on Trenzalore it seems." She replied as she sipped on her tea.

"Trenzalore?" Clara asked not understanding.

"Yes Trenzalore, my thief is right you can be a bit slow. What do you think he did while he was on that horrid planet?"

"Well he carved children's toys and fought off invaders." She answered.

"Yes, he did that." Sexy confirmed, raising her finger to her temple she continued, "But he thought or thinks, I am not sure, tenses are still difficult."

"So he thought about how to make you real?"

"Real is relative." Sexy countered before continuing, "However, you are not here to chit chat about your narrow-mindedness on what is real."

Clara bristled and guessed the TARDIS had picked up some of the current Doctor's rude tendencies, "Yeah it's not." Leaning forward placing her forearms on the table she moved closer, "I want to know why you do such nasty things to me?"

"That is an easy enough question to answer and I have two reasons for doing the things I do." She replied her eyes shimmering gold, " First, because you will hurt my thief."

"I will not hurt him!" Clara responded quickly with irritation.

Taking another sip of her tea the TARDIS finished ignoring her statement, "You strays always hurt him and you more than any of the others."

"We are not dogs!"

"No more like cygnets, you follow the Doctor and he helps you grow and become beautiful than you leave."

"Sometimes we don't leave by choice." Clara retorted smugly.

"True, but when it isn't by choice, it is a direct consequence of your human impulsivity and there are timelines needing to remain intact." She stated causing the young woman's haughtiness to disappear. Clara couldn't discount the TARDIS, many times her own impulsiveness had negative repercussions, often causing an extended separation from the Doctor.

The TARDIS smiled knowingly, "I see that you agree."

"Okay, I will give you that and stop reading my thoughts… it is just rude. You also said me worse than the others. Why?"

"Don't you know, you silly girl." Observing her confused look she lowered her tea cup and sighed, "You are present throughout the Doctor's timeline via echoes; he will meet you time and time again. All the while knowing you will die to save him. Each of your deaths will cause him pain over and over again. So you Clara Oswald will be the cygnet who will hurt him the most."

Clara's eyes teared as she listened to the TARDIS's explanation; her heart ached for the man she loves. When she jumped into his time stream she had no idea it would have such an impact on his long life. She seriously owed him an apology, but as she thought about it she would do it again, her feelings for him ran deep… even then.

Interrupting her thoughts Sexy persisted, "And what is worse, your face is the first my 12th thief saw, during that moment your two timelines were pulled closer together, inseparable.

"Causing feelings of a deep committed love to emerged." Clara finished with a whisper.

"Feelings are of no consequence to me. I just see the timelines as events change them."

"You have given me a lot to think about Sexy, but you still haven't told me your second reason you make my life difficult.

"So you will leave." She answered factually.

"That doesn't make sense, if you don't want the Doctor to get hurt, then why do you want me to leave effectively causing him pain."

"The sooner you leave the less attached he becomes, resulting in less pain for him to bear. Less pain is easier for him to recover from than a lot of pain." Sexy stated wondering why the woman if front of her was asking such trivial questions when the answer was perfectly clear.

"I am still confused, you do things to make me leave, but sometimes you do nice things. For example, the dance room a while back."

"Like most sentient beings, I sometimes have an… how do you say…ah yes I have an off day." She clarified shrugging her shoulders.

Bringing her hands to her head Clara rubbed her temples, "Anyway, what can I do to make you stop?"

Sexy stared at her sadly, "You do not have the capacity to do what I want."

"Try me, I might surprise you." Clara encouraged.

"I want your promise of forever."

Astonished she sighed audibly, "You're right I can't, I don't have forever to give."

Sitting back in her chair defeated, Clara tried to think of an amicable solution to their quarrel. One thing was clear though, the TARDIS, just like the Doctor was lonely they both wanted to connect with someone. Someone who would love them, care for them and give them forever. She could love them, care for them, but unfortunately those who could satisfy their need for forever were trapped in a pocket parallel universe inaccessible to them.

If she was immortal she would be happy to give them forever; sitting up in her chair she smiled she had her solution, she could not become immortal but she can be immortalized and give them the comfort they will need when her timeline ends.

"Exactly, so it is best if…." Sexy begin only to be interrupted by Clara, "You can see all of time, yeah."

"Of course that is definition of my species, well in its simplest form." The TARDIS stated rolling her eyes.

"Can you see my timeline, not my echoes, but the one I am currently in?"

Sexy closed her eyes and focused on reviewing Clara's timeline opening her eyes she responded, "Yes I see it, but I really don't see the purpose for my observation."

"Hear me out, what if I promise you the rest of my existence. A promise to you and the Doctor; a promise of many happy moments, so when my time ends those moments outweigh the bad, giving both of you pleasant memories to focus on after my death." After a brief hesitation Clara continued, "Can you please observe my timeline again and tell me if my promise will be enough to counter the pain."

The TARDIS closed her eyes again and viewed the many different timelines that could happen with her promise. Surprised the TARDIS found every one of them counterbalanced the pain with feelings of happiness and joy. One of the timelines glowed brighter than the others, focusing on it she saw it branch out into four new lines; two of them were pink the other two were blue. Seeing it brought a smile to her face, she and the Doctor would be very pleased indeed if this timeline came into existence.

Opening her eyes meeting Clara's, she nodded as she stood up from her seat, causing the woman in front of her to do the same, "Yes, your promise will be acceptable."

Clara wanted to jump for joy; instead she held out her hand, "Okay, you have my promise."

"Wonderful and in return I promise to be more kind." She said grabbing the extended hand.

"Thank you Sexy."

"Your welcome Clara, however old habits are hard to break so be patient with me." She smirked as she disappeared in a golden light.

Shrugging Clara smiled as her voice echoed in the room, "Well it is a start, now to give the Doctor my promise."

Moving toward the door her phone chimed signaling a text message, opening it she read the message and immediately ran out of the room to the find the Doctor, her heart pounding her eyes burning with tears.

The Doctor noticed the lights of his ship brighten; standing from his chair he waited for Clara's return, while leaning over the bars surrounding the upper level of the control room. Seeing her enter in a rush he moved down the stairs, "You know Clara it is never a good idea to run in the TARDIS, to many bits you could hurt yourself on."

"Shut up Doctor!" She yelled holding up her phone for him to see.

After reading the messaged he hurried to his console, in a blur of movements he typed in the coordinates. Pulling the activation switch he exclaimed, "We are on our way!"

As the time rotors sprang into action he moved back to her side and embraced her tightly, "It will be okay Clara."

Pulling him close grateful for his presences, she hiccupped through her tears replaying the text message in her mind.

Clara hurry home, your Gran is gravely ill. June 21st 2015 1645 Royal Hope Hospital.

Cygnets are what baby swans are called and 1645 is how they tell time in the UK (and most of Europe) 1645=4:45 pm. Now if you have the time please review, I would greatly appreciate it.

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