Title: A Day and Life on the TARDIS

Author: Flydye8/Heintz571

Pairings: Clara/12th Doctor

Rating: Back to the T rating for now.

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, romance and a loving friendship taking place after "Last Christmas".

Author's note: Yea the semester is over and now I have a break from studying so expect more writing from me. I want to thank each of you for your reviews, follows and favorites of this story it means a lot to me that each of you are enjoying it so.

Clara stood under the shower water allowing all the stress and tension she experienced with the Dream Lord fade into the deep recesses of her memory. It was days like today when she realized how alien the Doctor actually was. He sees things so differently and approaches situations with a thought process that intrigues her as well as frightened her.

It was days like today she desperately wanted to see the universe threw his eyes and understand things as he does. Maybe it was that desire to understand that helps her forgive the Doctor time and time again for his actions and yes she had already forgiven him for stabbing her. Or maybe it was love she felt for him that allowed her to forgive him so often, she really didn't know.

Yet she wondered if there was some subtle hint she missed, before he plunged the dagger into her chest, something she should have seen or noticed. In her mind's eye she reviewed the moment looking for anything that may have clued her in to what was going on in his mind, sighing she found none and that bothered her deeply. She has traveled with him so long enough now she really should be able to foresee his plans or know his thoughts.

His thoughts, immediately she stopped washing her hair and stood in wonder as the water cascaded down her back. She heard his voice in her mind when she first woke up in the castle bedroom and thinking back to her travels with him she realized it wasn't the first time. There was the time was in Victorian London right before she held her breath trying to escape the half faced man, then later it was when they were in the bank as she was hiding from the teller and again when she was in her dream world after being attacked by the dream crabs.

So the question was, why during those times but not before he stabbed her did she hear him. If there was a way they could communicate without words then they needed to explore it, she never wanted to be caught off guard with him again. Quickly rinsing off she hurriedly dried off as she entered her room, pulling on a pair of black trousers and a blue long sleeve sweater she rushed out of the room. She needed to talk to the Doctor immediately.

The Doctor looked around the small cottage and smiled he had gotten everything ready in record time. He brought some food from the TARDIS into the small kitchen, stacked wood by the hearth after starting a small fire to ward off the evening chill. All the dust sheets were removed from the furnishings folded neatly in one of the closets; he even went out to the small garden picking some flowers to fill the few vases within the cottage.

There were fresh sheets on the bed in the master bedroom and also the guest room. He didn't want to be presumptuous and assume Clara would want to share a bed with him as they rested, but deep inside he hoped she would. He was ready to take the next step in their relationship; he needed to feel her next to him, her scent surrounding him, her soft breath against his lips as they explored eachother's mouths. Shaking his head he pushed away any thoughts about them becoming intimate, he still wasn't sure if she would forgive him for his actions on the Dream Lord's imaginary planet.

Glancing down at his clothes he found them covered with dust and grime, he vaguely remembered leaving some clothes here the last time he visited. Heading to the master bedroom he opened the armoire and smiled broadly yes these clothes would do nicely. Taking off his red lined coat he shook the dust and dirt off of it glad of the resiliency of Timelord fabric, placing it on the bed he pulled out a pair of plaid trousers, a blue jumper and a worn hoody. Adding them to the coat on the bed, he stripped off the rest of his clothes and threw them into a corner of the room, naked he entered the en suite for a wash.

Once finished, he toweled his hair noticing it becoming fluffier as it dried in the evening air, he would need another haircut soon or maybe not he would have to wait and see how he feels. After putting on his new set of clothes he exited the bedroom.

Walking out the front door of the cottage he sat on a worn wooden chair located on the porch to wait for Clara. Breathing a sigh of relief he focused on his surroundings allowing him to gain perspective, glad to let the universe move forward without him for a bit.

Watching the sun set on the horizon, a multitude of prismatic colors reached his eyes as the light reflected off the ocean waves. It was breathtaking to him and for the hundredth time he wished Clara could see the complexity and wonder of the universe as a he does. Granted he knew of a way he could to share what he saw with her, but it would cause a deep connection between them and he wasn't sure if Clara would want to connect with him in such a profound way, especially now after what has recently transpired between them.

His thoughts were interrupted as Clara's soft voice reached his ears making his hearts leap with joy, "It's beautiful here." Holding up a piece of paper she continued, "I got your note."

Standing he faced her, wanting to pull her close to his body, but hesitating not sure if his touch would be welcomed, "Good, I hoped you would see it." He said as he placed his hands into the pockets of his plaid trousers.

An awkward silence enveloped them, one they haven't experienced in a very long time. Clara decided to speak first, "Have you decided to retire your holey jumper and black pants?"

Looking down he fidgeted with the cuffs of his hoody, "No but I thought I would give this a try during our down time here."

Tracing his body with her eyes she smiled, "I like it."

Another pregnant pause surrounds them, "Doctor." "Clara" they said at the same time causing both of them to chuckle effectively breaking the discomfort between them.

The Doctor moved closer to her and caressed the apple of her cheek, "I am truly sorry."

Grabbing his hand she brought his fingers to her lips, "I know and you're forgiven." He felt his hearts beat with joy at her words and his soul uplifted as she continued, "Now come here and kiss me properly."

Not one to deny his Clara anything he pulled her close to him bringing her lips to his in a tentative kiss, feeling no fear or hesitation from her he quickly deepened it using his tongue to beg entrance, she moaned against his lips as their kiss heated into blazing inferno of passion. Grabbing his coat she pulled him even closer bringing him flush against her, wrapping her hands around his neck her body tingled with passion as she felt him harden against her torso.

Needing to breath she pulled her lips from his tracing kisses up his jawline in which he reciprocated on hers. In between kisses Clara breathed, "We need…to …stop."

"I don't want to stop." He responded as he engulfed her mouth with his kissing her passionately.

Pulling her lips away she gasped for breath, "Me neither but we need to talk it is important."

"What can be more important than this, you being in my arms allowing me to love you?" He asked as he ran his fingers through her hair.

Smiling up at him she ran her hands down his chest feeling his hearts racing, secretly pleased she could cause such a response in him before replying "Telepathy."

Tilting his head his eyebrows raising he questioned, "Telepathy?"

"Yes Doctor, I have heard you in my mind on multiple occasions since you regenerated and I want to know why."

Disbelief crossed his features, "You have?" Pulling from her he paced the porch as he ran his hands through his hair, "No that is impossible you couldn't have."

"Yes I have and I think it is time for you to explain how it could happen."

Nibbling his thumb he continued to mumble incoherently "First face… Nah that can't happen….maybe it could….nope it is impossible….telepathy with a human… never happen not without intimate contact...and we haven't had that type of contact….well not yet."

Getting tired of him not answering her, Clara demanded as she grabbed his arm, "Doctor, answer me please!"

Focusing on her face he took a deep breath while leading her to the chair he occupied earlier, kneeling in front of her he requested, "Clara, I need you to tell me the exact times you have heard my voice in your mind."

"Okay the first time was when you left me with the half man robot right after you regenerated, the second time….."

He raised his hand stopping her, "You heard me in Victorian London?" standing up he commented, "Oh clever me." He said clasping his hands together smiling broadly.

Frustrated beyond comprehension Clara spoke in exasperation, "You better tell me right now what the hell is going on."

"Remember when I told you a bond forms with the first face a Time Lord sees after regeneration." Seeing her nod he continued, "On rare occasions a telepathic link forms as well, which has happened between us."

"I don't understand?"

Kneeling again at her feet he explained, "When I was on Trenzalore, you were on my mind often and many times I wished I could speak with you even though you weren't there. You see Clara, my previous self cared for you just as much as I do now and when it came time for he… me to regenerate I wanted to be able to speak with you always even if you were no longer traveling with me. So when regeneration took place I opened a link to your mind embedding myself in your subconscious and when you were ready it would become active. I just didn't expect it to happen so early or even at all."

"So what would have happened if I never became ready?" she asked not sure how to feel about such an action from the previous version of the Doctor.

"It would have faded away into nothingness." He answered with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Okay so the link is active, why didn't I hear your thoughts before you stabbed me in the field."

"Because I didn't know it was active. I blocked my thoughts to keep the Dream Lord from knowing my plan."

"If you knew it was active would you have blocked your thoughts from me as well?"

Bringing her forehead to his lips he kissed it, "No Clara, I would not have blocked my thoughts from you."

"Good because I never want to be that scare of you again." She sighed, "So what can we do to make this link you forged stronger?"

"Practice is the only way." Raising his hands to their surroundings he continued, "And this is a great place to practice."

"I guess it is, so where do we begin?"

"We begin by eating some food and getting some rest, but first I want to show you something." Grabbing her hand he guided her to the edge of the yard facing her toward the sunset on the horizon. Positioning himself behind her he wrapped his arms around her body leaning in before speaking, "Before you arrived on the porch, I was wishing that I could show you how I see things. Because of our link I think I actually might be able to. Do you want to give it a try?"

"Yes I would, show me the universe Doctor. What do I have to do?" she answered excitedly.

"Close your eyes and clear all things from your mind. You will momentarily feel a tickle in your subconscious, focus on that and when you have embraced it opened your eyes and see the world as I see it."

Following his instructions she waited for him to move. She felt his hands move up her arms toward her shoulders and after placing a soft kiss on her neck, his fingers continued to trace her neckline around her ears till they settled at her temples. Almost immediately she felt the tickle; focusing on it, embracing it, surrounding it with every fiber of her being she felt a small push within her mind and then heard his voice, "Open your eyes love."

As her eyelids fluttered open she saw the sun not as a sphere she was used to seeing but as a star of swilling gas. The reddish orange color refracting off the atmosphere creating a prism of light reaching out to the ocean below caressing the waves as a lover would. She saw the wisps of white ocean spray reaching out to the rays of the sun, as they touched a swilling of orange and white danced on the horizon creating a pale orange blanket covering the blue ocean. Focusing on the ocean below the blanket she saw colors of purple and indigo circling in a whirlwind of movements as the waves crested and fell being pulled by the baby hidden in the moon.

Turning she focused her eyes on the moon egg rising, sharing the same space of the sun, in the twilight of the day. The whiteness of Earth's satellite dimmed and brightened, breathing as the baby inside pulsed with life, waiting to emerge in the near future. As the sun disappeared below the horizon she watched as the stars came to life the colors of blue, red, and bright white crossing the universe shining on her home beckoning for those looking out at the stars to come and explore, to learn and become a part of the universe.

In one area of the darkened sky she saw a star implode the brightness blinding her for a moment. When her vision cleared she saw all the colors of the rainbow twinkle within the super-heated dust surrounding the area where the star once stood. Colors of pink, purple, green, red, and blue eddied around each other in a symphony of movements coming together to form new stars and fuel existing stars surrounding the void.

So overwhelmed with what she saw she wavered in the Doctor's arms. Feeling her movements he separated from her consciousness and smiled as she whispered in awe, "That was amazing."

"Yes Clara Oswald it is amazing!" he responded as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders leading her into the cottage knowingly, "and this is just the beginning."

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