Title: A Day and Life on the TARDIS

Author: Flydye8/Heintz571

Pairings: Clara/12th Doctor

Rating: Back to the T rating

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".

Entering the TARDIS the Doctor pushed a few buttons on the console, immediately the old girl hummed to life. Clara smiled as she bounced toward the center console of the ship, the cottage was nice and comfortable but it wasn't their home, the TARDIS will always be their true home.

She wrapped her arms around the Doctor's torso as he typed in the coordinates for young Amelia's residence. He tried to move toward the activation switch only to find himself held tight by Clara's arms, "You know I need to move so I can fly Sexy properly and it's very difficult to do that when you are latched onto me like a leech."

Letting go of his body she smirked, "I just want to make sure you don't forget I'm here."

Halting his movements he returned to her side, reaching for her he pulled her close, "I'll never forget that you are here by my side."

Standing on her tippy toes she kissed him soundly, "That is good to know."

Still holding her he maneuvered them to the activation switch placing his hand on top he nodded at Clara, understanding his gesture she placed her hand on his and together they pushed down causing the rotors above them to spin.

"So have you thought about what you are going to say to young Amelia?" Clara asked as she laid her head on the Doctor's chest.

"I was hoping you might have an idea or two."

Looking up at him she requested, "Tell me what you remember."

Guiding her to the stairs they sat shoulder to shoulder, "When I first met her she was outside my TARDIS with a torch. The first question she asked me was if I was a policeman. I simple told her I wasn't sure I was still cooking."

"Cooking, I don't understand?"

"I had just regenerated into my eleventh self so I wasn't sure what type of person I was. Some regeneration energy was still being expelled from my body at that time. Surprisingly she wasn't frightened of me, just curious."

"Okay, so you were still cooking what happened next?" she asked as she played with his long fingers.

"She gave me some food; well different types of food most I didn't like. That was the day I found out I enjoyed fish fingers and custard."

"Yeah, I still don't understand how you could like that meal."

"Me neither, it's ghastly to my taste buds now. Anyway it was also the evening where I first encountered the cracks in the universe."

"Why did you leave her?"

"The cloister bell rang in the TARDIS; I hurried back to my ship and told Amelia I would return for her shortly."

Nodding in understanding she completed the story, "And instead of returning shortly it ended up being longer."

Sheepishly he elaborated, "Yes, twelve years."

Clara's eyes widened in amazement, "Twelve years that is a very long time Doctor."

Standing he started to pace, "I know Clara, I know. However I did return to her once when she was a child. She was sleeping outside so I carried her into her bedroom then entered the crack in her wall and disappeared from existence."

"Disappeared from existence…. Oh never mind, that will be a story for another time." Taking a moment to think she concluded, "So I am assuming she probably waited many nights for you."

"I think so." He agreed with her assessment.

"Okay so we will meet her in the morning. I think we need to pack a picnic."

"A picnic, why would we need to pack a picnic?" he asked in confusion.

"Because, children are always hungry first thing in the morning; trust me Doctor a picnic is exactly what we need." Clara hurried down the corridor to the TARDIS kitchen, "Tell me when we arrive okay."

"Yes, boss." He replied with a smirk.

Young Amelia sat on her worn suitcase as the sun began to rise, playing with the frayed edges of her overcoat as she waited for the sound of her friend's spaceship. She smiled as she finally heard it and watched the TARDIS emerge in front of her, standing she hurried toward the blue door and knocked.

"Doctor, are you in there?" she called out hoping he could hear her. When the doors opened she felt her heart sink as an older man stepped out of the ship.

"Hello, Amelia Pond." The Doctor said with a soft smile and a wave of his fingers.

Shyly she stepped away and asked, "Where is the Doctor? He promised to come back for me."

"Um well you see…" he began only to be interrupted by Clara who emerged behind him.

"The Doctor is not able to be here yet." Gesturing toward the Time Lord she continued, "He is…" She looked at him and shrugged, "…. we are friends of the Doctor's he asked us to come and check on you."

Kneeling down she held out her hand, "My name is Clara."

Amelia instantly liked Clara and grabbed her extended hand, "It's nice to meet you, are you an alien too?"

Chuckling Clara responded, "Nah, I'm not. I'm human just like you."

Tilting her head Amelia asked, "So you travel with him?"

"Yeah I do." Reaching behind her Clara grabbed the picnic basket, "And we brought some food to share. I bet you are hungry."

"I am but I don't want fish fingers and custard. That is just gross."

"I couldn't agree more." Clara responded with a smile.

Looking at the Doctor, Amelia inquired, "Are you Scottish too."

"Aye, I am." He answered nervously.

"Good, it is nice to meet someone from my home." The little girl responded as she stared at him inquisitively trying to decide if she liked him or not.

Clara opened her mind to the Doctor and instructed, "Ask her if she knows of a good place to have a picnic."

His eyes widen as he heard her voice in his mind. Looking at Amelia he did as Clara said, "Do you know of a good place to have a picnic?"

"Aye, follow me." The young girl stated as she walked toward an open field covered with daisies.

After they finished their light breakfast of fruit, croissants and juice, the Doctor picked some of the daisies and started to weave them into a flower chain.

Amelia watched in amazement as the Doctor braided the flowers expertly, "How did you learn to do that?"

"My mam taught me…oh so many years ago but the flowers she used were very different from these." He explained as he finished the chain placing it over her head as a necklace.

"It's beautiful." The young girl stated as she fiddled with it till it lay just right against her chest.

"I'm glad you like it. You know what else my mam use to do?" he asked as he leaned back against the only tree in the field.

"No what else did she do?" Amelia asked as she climbed on the Doctor's lap shuffling till she was comfortable.

Smiling he wrapped his arms around her and answered, "She used to tell me stories. Would you like me to tell you a story?"

"Oh I love stories, especially fairytales." Amelia stated with starlight in her eyes.

Clara moved sat next to the Doctor leaning her head on his shoulder she added, "I love fairytales too."

Giving Clara a loving smile he closed his eyes and began, "Once upon a time there was a young girl that waited for her imaginary friend, she was a special girl a magical girl. She would see things in her lifetime that no other person would believe….."

Clara and Amelia listened as the Doctor recited the story of Amy Williams life, how she would meet an artist that would paint a picture just for her, how she would be loved by a man that not only was a Roman soldier but also thousands of years old, how she would fight pirates and how she would be loved by her imaginary friend till the end of time.

When the Doctor finished his story Amelia yawned before whispering, "I hope my life is as fun as Amy's" Snuggling deeper into the Doctor's chest she yawned one last time before falling asleep.

The Doctor smiled down at her lifting his hand he pushed a piece of her hair behind her ear, leaning he kissed her forehead, "Your life will be fantastic."

Glancing over at Clara his hearts skipped a beat as he saw the love for him emanating from her eyes, "So did I do okay?"

"You did brilliantly." She answered before placing a gentle kiss on Amelia's cheek, "Now I think it is time to get this little one to her room."

Looking down at the young girl in his lap he smiled sadly, "Yes, but I think we can wait just a bit longer."

Kissing him she responded, "Yeah I think we can."

Far in the future Amy Williams awoke sitting up quickly causing Rory to wake up as well. Looking at his wife, as tears cascaded down her cheeks, he asked with concern, "What wrong Amy?"

Smiling at him she answered, "The Doctor came back to me."

"Yeah I remember, I was there we fought prisoner zero."

"No you idiot, he came back to me when I was a small girl. He made me a daisy chain and told me about my life. But he was different; he was Scottish, older, gray hair, wrinkles and some fierce eyebrows. He was traveling with a woman named Clara."

"So he did as you asked….hold on he was Scottish." Rory responded surprised.

"Yeah Scottish and yeah he did." Amy stated with a broad smile as she cuddled up to her husband.

Wrapping his arms around her he pulled her close, "Well I'm glad he hasn't forgotten us."

Comforted by her husband Amy yawned, "I don't think he will ever forget us. He will love us till the end of time."

Author's note: So what do you think? Yeah I know a daisy chain, I was inspired by Peter Capaldi receiving such a thoughtful gift from one of his fans.

For me this chapter was special, I really liked Amy and Rory and I wanted to desperately write some sort of closure for them and the Doctor revisiting little Amelia seemed a good way to do that. Thanks for reading and reviewing.

Cheers

flydye8/heintz571