After watching the Crimson Horror, I finally decided to finish this chapter! Sorry if there are historically incorrect details, I tried my best. Enjoy! Oh and I also really like reviews *wink wink* ;)

P.S you should check out my post Crimson Horror one shot if you haven't already! More Whouffle goodness!

Chapter 5

A Special Day

It had been a whole day without doing anything.

We didn't go to some fantastic planet, or visit a famous icon from the past. We didn't even get off the TARDIS.

2010's era music was playing throughout the TARDIS, it had been for at least two hours. A new Taylor Swift song was playing for the second time, the thought that the Doctor might actually enjoy it made a small grin spread across my face.

But I knew he wasn't actually paying attention to the music. I knew because I hadn't seen him in an hour. I had no idea where he had gone off to, and knowing that the TARDIS was giant, I wasn't about to go looking for him.

I had been wandering down the hallway towards my bedroom for a few minutes, not really for a reason, just because I was bored. That's when I saw a door that was shut all the way except for a tiny crack. I walked over and peeked in the crack. It was a small room from what I could tell, like an office. There was a desk with a computer on it, and a swivel chair that was currently occupied by the Doctor.

I squinted, trying to make out what was on the screen of the computer. It was too small, and far away to read the font on the website though. I stepped back from the door, and walked down the hall a little further. What was he doing? From what I knew, the Doctor never looked up things. He always already knew everything about... well everything!

I was curious now. Bored and curious. That led me to the conclusion that I should investigate what the Doctor was doing further. How though? He would surely notice me if I stayed hidden behind the door any longer.

Just as I was about to take a chance at peeking in the crack again, I heard shuffling coming from in the room and I quickly jumped behind a corner. The Doctor appeared, after pushing the door open. He looked down the hall in my direction slightly, causing me to tense in anticipation of him finding me. He turned back around and headed down the hall back towards the control room. Once I thought I was safe, I walked back out from behind the corner, and let myself into the small room the Doctor had been in moments before.

I moved the cursor so that it was hovering over the red "X" button on the top right of screen. I felt rather pleased with the results of my little research session. I pressed the left button on the mouse, and the internet window disappeared off of the small screen.

Paris, France, 1890. The Eiffel Tower brand new, and the streets calm during the day, but as crowded as modern-day New York City at night.

So it was a little cliché, but sometimes clichés were a good thing.

I had been wanting to take Clara somewhere magnificent ever since we left the Caliburn Mansion, I just hadn't gotten around to it. But now I was ready to take Clara to somewhere I knew she had wanted to visit for a while now. I was very excited.

And I wasn't just taking Clara there, I also had another little surprise in mind.

I entered the control room, I had forgotten that I had turned on the radio for Clara earlier, it was still playing faintly. I listened closely curious to hear what song was on. It was always fun to listen to music from different eras, it always varied in style so much. The song turned out to be by Demi Lovato, the young woman with the inspiring story of defeating depression, and eating disorders. I found myself smiling as I listened to the lyrics, they reminded me of someone, I just couldn't put my finger on who.

As the song hit the chorus again, I remembered that I was looking for Clara. She obviously wasn't in the control room, so I began to think of other places she could be. The kitchen (making souffles?), her room (taking a nap maybe?), the library? I decided to head in the direction of her room first, because for some reason that idea seemed the most likely.

Not in her bedroom. Not in the kitchen. Not in the library. I was almost getting worried. I paced back to the control room, and let out a huge sigh when I saw Clara standing with her back to me, looking down on the many buttons and switches on the TARDIS's console.

"There you are!" I said to get her attention "I've been looking for you everywhere!"

Clara spun around to face me "Oh sorry" she shrugged.

"Are you going to tell me where you were?"

"Just wandering" she smiled "so are we going to do anything today? Or am I going to have to resort to baking again?"

"No baking required!" I smiled "How does going somewhere sound?"

"That sounds amazing! Wait that depends on where you're going to take me!"

"I want it to be a surprise!" I grinned "I had the TARDIS make an outfit for you, it should be in your bedroom, go change!" I shooed her away happily as I began to steer the TARDIS towards France.

She came back wearing a light green gown that flowed all the way down to the floor. The shoulders were a bit on the poofy side, but stopped there, leaving her arms exposed. It fit her perfectly. Her hair was tied up on the top of her head, and as she walked into the room, heels clicking, she was adjusting a small hat atop her head, with her glove covered hands.

"How do I look?" She asked, smiling. I blinked, realizing I had been staring at her rather bluntly.

"Clara Oswald, you look stunning" I muttered truthfully. She really did look amazing, I couldn't seem to tear my gaze from her.

"Why thank you" Clara smiled broadly. "So can you tell me where we're going?"

"Why don't you take a look and see?" I pulled open the door to the TARDIS and a view of the Eiffel tower came into view.

Clara's jaw dropped, and she walked around in front of me, looking outside at the monument. It was lit up by white string lights, twinkling against the dark night sky.

"It's beautiful" Clara sighed "I've always wanted to go here!"

"I thought you might like it" I smiled "do you want to go get a closer look?"

"Yes!" Clara squeaked.

We headed down the street, hands clasped together, checking out little stands selling baked goods, and giggling at some of the outfits people were wearing. It was slightly chilly outside, and Clara looked cold in her short sleeve dress so I took off my coat like a proper gentleman and wrapped it around her.

She muttered a "thanks" and gave me a rosy-cheeked grin.

We bought some frosted pastries from a stand right in front of the tower. The woman working at the booth mistook me and Clara as a couple, and went on for what seemed like ages about how sweet of a boyfriend I was to lend her my coat. I tried my best to make the situation less awkward, but it didn't really work out very well.

I looked over to see Clara looking down at her feet smiling slightly. Even in the dark I could tell that she was blushing at least slightly. I told the woman that we had to be on our way and she finally let us leave.

What was with old women and thinking we were a couple?

I blamed it on the Doctor and his gentlemanly attitude. That must be it.

I nodded and muttered short responses as the women babbled on about how grateful I must be to have such a nice young man to be with. I was getting a bit uncomfortable by the situation, what had surprised me though was that the Doctor hadn't bothered to try to tell the baker that we weren't actually a couple. That was usually his immediate reaction to things like that.

I thought about what I had seen when I was on the computer earlier. I had pulled up the internet history and scrolled down the list of sites, reading names of restaurants. I had clicked on a few of the links and was surprised when they were all fancy restaurants. The kinds that couples would go on to celebrate their anniversary. Why would the Doctor want to go somewhere like that? I didn't think he was in a relationship, but I could always be wrong, the Doctor was quite a mystery. I had also noticed that the restaurants all had one thing in common. They all said "established in 1880-1900".

We left the stand, eating our pastries in silence. They were good pastries too. We were headed towards a small building, I couldn't tell what it was from afar, but I knew that's where the Doctor was taking me.

It turned out to be a hot air balloon rental building. I looked up at the sky realizing that I had missed the multitude of balloons floating high above in the air. The Doctor told something to the man who was running the place, and he immediately motioned for us to follow him around the back. A large balloon was tied down to stakes in the ground. I had a feeling I knew where this was going.

We climbed in the small basket and the man began untying the ropes. I looked up at the Doctor, who had a smug grin on his face.

"What's all this for?" I asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Does there have to be a reason?" He asked "but yes there is a reason this time."

"Are you going to tell me what that reason is?"

The Doctor opened his mouth, but then we both jolted when the hot air balloon began to drift off the ground. I found myself holding onto the Doctor's arm for support.

"I guess you could say it's a special day" he smiled.

"What's the occasion?" I looked out at the brilliant scenery as we floated slowly in no apparent direction.

"It's been a month" he proceeded.

"A month since what?"

"Since you started travelling with me!"

"So it's like... Our anniversary?" For some reason I felt a rush of giddiness rush through my body as I said the comment.

"Yes" the Doctor grinned "It is!"

I leaned into the Doctor, resting my head on his arm. "That woman was right".

"Which woman?"

"The one at the pastry stand."

"What was she right about?"

"She told me that I was lucky to have you. She was right."

The Doctor looked down on me with a sappy smile. "I'm luckier to have you." He leaned down and pressed his lips to my forehead. As soon as he pulled back I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his head down into a full on mouth-to-mouth kiss.

At first he was reluctant. His hands were floating in the air, he didn't know what to do with them. without breaking contact, I took his hands softly and place them on my waist. The feeling of his warm lips against mine was such an incredible sensation, I felt myself begin to subconsciously run my fingers through his hair, and he seemed to be beginning to let himself give in to the idea that he was kissing me.

I pulled back only to catch my breath. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of my chest.

The Doctor seemed to be in shock, his mouth was hanging open slightly, and he was just staring at me. I smiled softly and reached up to press my hand to his cheek. He snapped out of his gaze and attempted to say something, only managing to let out a few incoherent noises.

"Happy anniversary" I managed.

"Happy anniversary" he repeated.

We both grinned widely after that.

"If you being my boyfriend entitled more of that then I think I would comply" I giggled.

"Me too" He smiled and pecked me on the cheek. "How does dinner sound?"

"Dinner sounds fantastic" I pushed a stray strand of hair out of my face. Dinner certainly did sound fantastic. So did kissing.

And as I pulled him in again I knew that that night was the start of something that would last for a long time.