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: This is the first part of me fulfilling a prompt request from claraoswelve , I do hope you enjoy my rendition of your request.

Clara walked to her Gran's grave with a bouquet of flowers in her hands, her legs moving sluggishly, her body screaming for rest, her head aching in pain. Ignoring her ailments for the time being she continued to tread the worn path, soon she would give into her body's needs, but not yet.

This would be the last time she would do this walk until her return back to Earth. It had been a month since her Gran's death, a month filled of exhaustive planning, organization and sorting. She didn't mind helping her father with everything, but the stars were calling her and she was feeling trapped on her home world. And if she was feeling trapped she could only imagine how the Doctor was feeling the man who was always on the move.

He stayed with her giving her the moral support she desperately needed from him. He held her as she cried, listened to her as she yelled, and advised her when she was despondent and confused. Even though he was by her side, she missed him.

She missed their adventures together, seeing amazing things, fixing meals for them to enjoy, but most of all she missed the intimacy they had established before her Gran's death. In the last thirty days they stole chaste kisses from each other and a hug once in a while, in between visitors and family sharing their condolences, but it wasn't enough for her.

She wanted, no needed, some quality time with the Doctor without interruptions or distractions. Her need for him consumed her, calling her to just like the stars, it is what brought her to the graveyard one last time to say her final goodbyes, before running off once again with her Time Lord.

As she approached the freshly turned dirt of her Gran's grave the rain began to fall heavily soaking her through her jacket and clothes. She shivered as she stood in front of the gravestone embossed with the name Seren Elizabeth Oswald laying the flowers down upon the ground she began, "Well Gran I am about to head off and have more adventures. I hope you are with Gramps now dancing in the heavens, I just want you to know I love you and I will come and visit again soon."

Standing in quiet contemplation she noticed the rain was no longer cascading down her clothes. Looking up she saw an umbrella, covered with question marks above her, turning her head to the right she saw the blue eyes of the Doctor and felt her body jolt because of his closeness.

Oh yes she did need him desperately, smiling at him she inquired, "Where did you get that dreadful umbrella?"

"What is wrong with it? It is doing what it is suppose to do." he commented irritably.

"It is covered with question marks. That is what is wrong with it." She teased.

"Be happy I am not wearing the sweater vest that matches it." He countered.

"You have a vest with question marks all over it?"

"Yes I do. I will show it to you sometime, maybe I will wear it for a bit."

"Don't you dare, Doctor. I think the vest you are wearing now is perfect, don't change a thing."

"Yes boss." He smiled before continuing, "Are you ready to go home."

Looking back at her Gran's grave she nodded her body shivering in the damp air, "I am more than ready my silver fox."

Guiding her toward the TARDIS he stated, "You still haven't told me what a silver fox is."

"You have a huge database in your ship and you didn't think to look it up." She inquired as he opened the door.

"I haven't had much time recently to do so; I've been busy supporting someone I care about."

Moving closer to him she stood on her tippy toes and kissed him, "Yes you have and I can't tell you how much I appreciate it."

Moving his hands to her waist to pull her closer, feeling another shiver engulfing her body, "Clara Oswald you are cold and soaked. Why don't you go and change and I will make some tea for you."

"Okay, but with one condition."

"And what condition is that?"

"On the condition that once I am dry you kiss me properly. I have missed them this past month."

With a teasing smile he traced his finger along her neck, her eyes closed with his touch, "Have you now. I'm going to have to think about your condition for a bit."

Stepping back from him she opened her coat and dropped it to the floor, "Let's see if I can distract you from thinking and cause more action." Staring into his eyes she unbuttoned her blouse slowly, once it was open she pulled the soaked garment off her shoulders dropping it next to the coat already discarded.

Her body quivered as she watched his eyes change from blue to a smoldering green color, turning from him she reached behind her and pulled the zipper of her skirt. The fabric whispered as it fell onto the floor, stepping out from the circle of fabric she proceeded to remove her shoes and stockings.

Moving down the passageway she shimmed suggestively in her lacy undergarments, disregarding her achy muscles. Looking over her shoulder she winked at him, "Don't think too long Time Lord. I will be waiting in my bedroom, oh and maybe I will tell you what a silver fox is when you get there."

He watched as she disappeared down the passageway. He contemplated if he should follow her and kissing her properly, as she stated earlier, or go and make tea. He hesitated only briefly before speaking loudly, "Damn the tea."

Moving quickly in her direction he headed toward her room, entering he saw her standing seductively her back toward him drying her hair with a towel. Dropping it to the floor she called out, "It took you long enough."

Closing the distance between them he enveloped her middle with his arms and pulled her back till she collided with his chest, pushing her hair over one of her shoulders he whispered in her ear his accent thick with desire, "Your quite the temptress my Clara."

Turning around in his arms she wrapped her hands around his neck, "That was my intention."

"I figured that out already." He stated as he traced her jawline with open kisses reaching her ear he asked passionately, "How far do you want your intentions to go?"

Swaying in his arms her body violently shivered before replying, "Maybe not as far as I like. I am not feeling too good."

Pulling away from her, he noticed her eyes starting to glass over. Concern for her overriding his passion, he had just enough time to tighten his grip on her torso as she fainted in his arms, "CLARA!"

Lifting her, he noticed her body was unusually hot as he adjusted her in his arms. The heat radiating from her was not from arousal but because of a high temperature. Hurrying into the en suite he called out, "Sexy, bath now, tepid temperature."

The water immediately flowed from facet filling the tub rapidly. He removed her undergarments with some difficulty, lifting her over the edge he laid her gently in the water. Still supporting her upper torso he took off his coat, throwing it across the room. Reaching to the far edge of the tub he grabbed a sponge and started to bath her, trying desperately to bring down her temperature.

Calling out again he demanded, "Initiate mobile medical screen." A green light shined down from the ceiling of the en suite scanning Clara as he continued to squeeze water over her heated body. Once the light turned off he continued, "Report medical condition, Clara Oswald."

The TARDIS's voice echoed in the room, "Temperature 104 degrees Fahrenheit, White Blood Count elevated, Influenza A detected, recovery time five to seven days. Nosocomial contact is the most probably cause."

"Of course the pudding brains at the hospital are still in the infantile stages of preventing of nosocomial infections." Looking down at the woman in his arms he traced her features with his fingertips, "Don't worry love I will take care of you."