Clara could not see much, and it was exciting. The Doctor held her hand, guiding her slow and steady to an unknown destination. It had taken him quite some time to convince her to put the blindfold on that now covered her eyes, but he became quite pleased when she complied.
"Are we far?" Clara asked, as she carefully walked behind the Doctor, holding the back of his jacket with one hand and clutching his hand with the other.
"No actually, we're here," The Doctor replied as he stopped abruptly. A grin spread across his face as he looked at his lovely Clara. Her arms were crossed and she bit nervously at her lip as she waited for further instruction.
Sunlight glowed through the trees, giving the area a ethereal feel. The Doctor had spent quite a time trying to find the perfect clearing earlier that morning. He cursed himself a few times for not knowing the area better, but was pleased when he found a small grove of wild apple trees. They formed a ring around a field, and were still flowering. It took all of him not to instantly rush back to Clara to share his discovery.
Now, he sat down onto the blanket he had spread out earlier, anxiously moving his set up about.
"May I look yet?" Clara asked. She was rubbing her arms though it was quite the warm day. A slight breeze picked up, blowing the bottom of her pale blue dress gently around her knees.
"One more second..." The Doctor replied, attempting to balance a champagne bottle next to a pair of whine glasses. The ground was unfortunately not cooperating.
"I look silly," Clara sighed impatiently.
"You look wonderful," The Doctor replied, not looking up.
"I'm taking this thing off now," Clara moved to pull the blind fold off.
"Fine then, go ahead."
Clara lifted the covering over her eyes, pushing her bangs up with it. She blinked a few times to adjust back to the brightness to find herself looking at a field covered in pink and white petals. Each time the breeze picked up, more would come floating from the branches of the trees.
It took a moment for Clara to turn her attention to the Doctor, whom laid on his side next to a picnic basket stuffed with so much food it was pouring out onto the blanket underneath. He was still contorting his face as she sat down. She on the other hand had become rather breathless.
"Oh Doctor..." Clara sighed as she laid down next to him. "This is so thoughtful... but..." She paused, surveying his strange facial expressions. "what are you doing?"
" I'm trying to look handsome," The Doctor replied, a look of concentration on his features. His face fell when Clara broke into a fit of giggles.
"Don't worry, you look fine, I assure you."
And he did. The Doctor had dressed up in a suit and a bow tie that called back to how he use to dress. All that seemed to be missing was a fez.
"Thank you for this," Clara said after a few moments of silence. A smile spread on her lips as she watched the Doctor pour some champagne into a glass.
"It wasn't as easy as I thought it would be." The Doctor handed her a glass and began to work on his own. "I had to drive all around town while you were sleeping to find this bottle. We're not exactly near a big city."
"You drove?" Clara glared over her drink before taking a sip. "Didn't we talk about this yesterday?"
"Psychic paper," The Doctor growled. "And anyway, I can drive well enough, so I shouldn't get stopped."
Clara continued to glare as he pulled out a couple sandwiches from the basket, and unwrapped them. The Doctor really had put a lot of work into the picnic it seemed; the sandwiches were even cut diagonally and he had removed the crust.
"That's not the point," Clara sighed deeply and looked at her sandwich to see it was her favorite, a Reuben.
"Fine, if it makes you feel any better we can go to the DMV and I can get a new license," The Doctor sighed too and glared at her, taking a bite of his sandwich.
"Good," Clara relaxed and smiled over to the Doctor. "How'd you know this was my favorite?"
"I do listen you know," The Doctor gazed at her with sad eyes. He took a sip of his glass. "If you want to know for future reference right now my favorite sandwich meat Pastrami."
"It changes?" Clara slowly took a bite of her sandwich, happy to find it had just the right amount of sauerkraut.
"For the longest time before all I could eat was fish sticks and custard," The Doctor got a dreamy look on his face. He stayed that way for a moment but then looked around bewildered. He sat up so quickly that he nearly knocked his drink over. "Do you hear that?"
Clara strained her ears for a moment and frowned. "Is that... a band?"
The air began to be filled with the sounds of cymbals and a tuba. The sound was far off but there was no mistaking it.
"I'm assuming you didn't hire one, yeah?" Clara asked. Her voice shook.
"It can't be, not here," The Doctor groaned and dropped his half eaten sandwich onto the blanket. He stood quickly, pulling out his screwdriver. It glowed as he swept the trees surrounding them, a puzzled look on his face.
"We have company," Clara scrambled to her feet too and stood closely to the Doctor, her eyes wide. "The Besperizi are fast remember?"
Without much more warning, two of the translucent aliens appeared, holding cymbals and tuba they had been playing. The pair of them had no eyes but you could tell what direction they were looking by their distinct two noses.
"Oh dear... Hello," Clara said, pressing herself as close to the Doctor as possible.
"I don't think they're happy," The Doctor whispered to her. "We did suck their friends into a vacuum." He backed away from the aliens who just hovered innocently and silently near them. "I think we should run-"
But before they could the Besperizi closest to Clara look a huge breath and blew into the tuba's mouth piece. The noise was so loud it made Clara and the Doctor clamp their hands over their ears.
The last thing the two of them saw was a green smokey cloud coming out of the tuba as they fell to the ground and passed out.
The Doctor woke up some time later coughing. His muscles ached, but he seemed relatively unharmed. Once sure he was not mortally wounded, the Doctor began to look around in panic. He attempted to move but found his arm had been handcuffed to a pipe. It was far too dark for his eyes to even adjust to the light, but he was pretty sure he was alone.
"Clara?" The Doctor called out desperately. "Clara can you hear me?"
When no reply came he quickly felt himself with his free hand. He was naked except for a pair of boxers. Of course, the Besperizi were clothes stealers.
The Doctor yelled out in frustration, pulling on his handcuff and banging as loud as possible. "Clara!" He shouted a few more times for her but more silence met his ears. The Doctor shook his head trying to think of a way out of his handcuff, but without his sonic screw driver there did not seem to be one. He began shouting again, which he continued to do until his voice became hoarse.
The Doctor did not know how long he sat there but he was sure he fell asleep. He did not wake until he heard a creek of a door from somewhere above him. With the door open he was able to at least make out his surroundings a little. It seemed he was in a basement near a flight of stairs. He was about to begin shouting again. As the door opened all the way however, the Doctor could not believe what he heard.
"If there's somethin' strange in your neighborhood
Who ya gonna call?"
The song blasted down to him and the Doctor placed his hand over his face and groaned as he heard the stairs creek. A shadowy figure came towards him.
"If it's somethin' weird an' it don't look good
Who ya gonna call?"
"Ghost Busters." Clara said with a matter-of-fact tone when she reached the bottom of the stairs. She held in her left hand a dust buster, which she waved around proudly. She had a grin on her face as she turned off the song, which had been playing on her cell phone.
"You are so cheesy," The Doctor said, with love in his voice along with hoarseness from shouting. He looked at her with adoration as she presented the key to his handcuff.
"Oy watch it space boy, or I won't free you."
The Doctor reached up and grabbed her bum as Clara undid the lock. He was too sore to question it.
A/N: I'm sorry for the delay of this chapter, I became very depressed for a while and couldn't write. Thank you for all the reviews, positive and otherwise, I appreciate them all. I don't own the Ghost Busters theme song.