Hi! First of all, sorry for the rather long wait! I've been in Washington DC for the past few days! Second, I guess a huge bunch of people just jumped on the Whouffle band wagon because I came home to a TON of positive feedback! Thanks so much for that! Here's chapter 6!

Chapter 6

Journey to the Centre of the TARDIS

I had told her. I had told her everything! I had promised myself that I wouldn't tell her, I had convinced myself that she didn't need to know, and then I just went and told her!

I knew she didn't remember anything that had happened, but I was still mad at myself. I was supposed to be protecting her, not yelling at her for things she didn't even know about!

I sighed aloud, attracting Clara's attention. She was in the control room with me, flipping through some sort of magazine.

"Something the matter?" She asked, looking up from the booklet.

"I'm fine" I shrugged "just thinking".

"You can tell me if something's wrong" Clara said "you should know that/"

"Yeah I know."

"Then why aren't you telling me?"

I bit my lip, searching for an explanation. Because you'll have no idea what I'm talking about. Because you forgot a whole day, a whole day full of such crazy things. "Because nothing's the matter" I smiled.

Clara strode over to me. "So what are we going to do today?"

"Anything you'd like!" I insisted "the future, the past, another planet, another solar system, anywhere!"

"How about my room" Clara smiled.

"Wait...What?!" I felt my eyes widen, taken aback by the comment.

"Not like that you perv!" Clara rolled her eyes "I want to show you something!"

I let out a small sigh of relief and began to follow Clara down the corridor that led to both of our rooms. Clara pushed open the door to her room and quickly strode over to her dresser, pulling open the top drawer. She pulled out a book. I recognized it immediately.

"I had this idea" she said as she flipped through the pages "that maybe if you were feeling very nice" she continued "you could take me here". Clara pointed to a picture in her book, I automatically recognized it as the Grand Canyon.

"The Grand Canyon? We could go anywhere in time and space and you want to go to the Grand Canyon?"

Clara looked down as if she was she was slightly embarrassed. "Well I've always wanted to go there... My parents went on a trip there when I was little and they brought back all these amazing photos and stories about it. I mean we don't have to go if you don't want to-"

"Of course I'll take you!" I cut Clara off, realizing the meaning behind the location "we can leave as soon as you'd like!"

"What should I wear?" Clara asked "It's warm there, yeah?"

"Yes, very warm, no need for bulky coats!" I smiled gently and let myself out of Clara's room "I'll be in the control room!" I added.

Alright so maybe going to the Grand Canyon hadn't been the best idea after all. Maybe I should've checked the scanner better. Maybe I should've realized that the weather forecast called for rain. Maybe I should've realized that the whole place was basically screaming "I'm infested with alien rats!"

I really did feel bad.

"I'm going to my room, I'll be out in a bit" Clara muttered, a hint of disappointment in her voice. She had told me that it wasn't my fault, and that I shouldn't worry about it, but how could I not worry about how she had nearly been bitten by one of those wretched creatures! These wretched poisonous creatures.

I leaned back onto the TARDS"s console and sighed. How would I ever make up for that? The TARDIS must've read my mind because I heard it rumble in response. I began to ponder possible things I could do to cheer Clara up. I could take her somewhere else, but I was a bit afraid we might run into to trouble again.

Then I got an idea. A very good idea if I do say so myself.

I sat down on my bed and frowned slightly when I saw my book of 101 places to see sitting open on my dresser. I had to admit I was disappointed that the trip had ended so badly. I should have realized that the situation was too perfect to be real.

I knew it wasn't the Doctor's fault, I mean how could he have known that the place was crawling with aliens... take that back, he probably could've known if he would've checked his fancy monitor thing that can do anything. But I didn't blame him, it wasn't his fault.

I looked at the clock on my wall, back home it was 6pm. That explained why I was hungry. Well that and the fact that I had just spent a few hours running for my life.

I stood up and stretched my arms back, preparing to leave my room, and head back to the console room. I pulled open my door and stepped into the hallway, walking the short distance to my destination.

As soon as I entered the room I noticed an extra-large sticky note stuck to the console. Printed lazily across it read: Come to the kitchen! I wasn't sure what the Doctor was up to, but I was curious so I followed the note's instructions.

I arrived at the kitchen, the door was already open, and I could hear rustling too. I walked in slowly, taking in a view of the Doctor pulling things out of the cupboards "Doctor, what are you doing?"

The Doctor turned around abruptly, putting down a bag of confectionary sugar. "Hi Clara!" He said happily "I thought we'd try something new today"

"And what would that be?" I asked, looking around at the assorted food items sitting on the counter.

"We're going to make a souffle together!" He beamed. I blinked, was he really offering to cook with me?

"Souffle? Together? Really?"

"Yes! I thought it would be fun, and not to mention, non dangerous!" He smiled, waiting for my reaction. I smiled as well, realizing that this was probably to make up for earlier.

"I'd love to make a souffle with you! Where do we start?"

"You're the expert!" The Doctor chuckled "you can teach me!"

I giggled slightly "pour some milk in here" I held out a measuring cup.

"I can do that!" He took the cup from me and headed over to the fridge to grab a jug of milk.

And so we made a souffle.

We put it in the oven and turned on the timer, admiring our work.

"This souffle will be the best souffle in the history of souffles!" The Doctor announced excitedly. He had helped as much as he could in preparing the dish, and was obviously very proud of it. I found it a bit funny just how proud he really was.

"I'm sure it'll taste great" I agreed. "Why don't you help me put some of this stuff away" I motioned to the mess surrounding us.

The Doctor frowned. "This is going to take forever! I'll just have the TARDIS clean it up when we're done!"

"Lazy" I muttered "what are we going to do while we're waiting for the souffle to be done?"

"We can-" the Doctor looked around "we can do something".

"That sounds like great fun" I rolled my eyes "doing something is always exciting!"

"I'm sorry I don't usually wait around for things! I live in a time machine!"

"Well so do I now" I pointed out "and I seem to be able to find things to do!"

The Doctor looked over at the timer, a glowing, red 15:30 was written there. "We could just talk" he shrugged "there's only 15 minutes!"

"Ok let's talk" I shrugged "oh I have a question!"

"What would that be?"

I was about to respond when the sound of alarms set off. The Doctor looked around frantically "I'll be right back!" He called and ran out of the room. I figured he was headed to the control room. I was not waiting in the kitchen for him to come back! For all I knew the ship was going to blow up in a minute!

I took one last glance at the oven timer, now reading 10 minutes. Hopefully I'd be back in time so that t didn't burn... I shook away the thought, knowing that that was highly unlikely, and ran into the hall towards the control room.

"We have to go!" The Doctor screeched as soon as I was in earshot of the room "we have a problem!"

"What's the problem?" I called back worriedly.

"The TARDIS says we need to go somewhere!" He yelped, flipping multiple switches on the control panel "go to the wardrobe and change! We're going to London, 1893!'

I guess that souffle was going to have to burn.