Hello again! School's starting tomorrow, so I wanted to try and get at least one of my requests written up and posted.

You are all amazing, by the way. Just thought I'd let you guys know. ;)

God bless and have a great day (or night)!

ThePro-LifeCatholic

Jesuslovesmarina: It's nice to know that you liked it so much! I really enjoyed writing that last prompt, and this one is for you. :) Hope you enjoy!

ErinKenobi2893: I'm pretty sure that whatever the Doctor is saying in Gallifreyan, it isn't very nice. Keep in mind, he also says something not-very-nice in the episode Christmas Invasion. If you haven't seen that episode, there's a part where he calls an alien a name in its language, and the TARDIS doesn't translate.

As to the hat…I have no clue. It's just a cool fruit hat. I'm pretty sure the Doctor had in the fridge before they crashed, and was just waiting for the perfect opportunity to wear it.

Awwww! Amy with bows and arrows! I bet she dressed up as Merida for Halloween once, and made Rory dress up as a bear, or something. XD

Yes. Time Lords have magical hair. This has been scientifically proven.

Peanut butter graham crackers? I'd be starving after a meal like that, but that's me. But keep a meal like that away from Nine. My sister and I developed this headcanon that each regeneration has a certain food that gives that particular Doctor the equivalent of a "sugar rush". And for Nine, we decided that if he ate more than a box of graham crackers at a time, he would suffer from a sugar high.

Lalalala: Welcome to the story! I'm glad you've been enjoying it, and I hope you stick around! I'll be doing your request next, so please be patient.

Writing Prompt #32: 'It's not What it Looks Like'

Characters: Clara Oswald, Eleventh Doctor/John Smith

Shippings: None

Genre: Humor/Adventure/Friendship/perhaps some angst

Rating: K

Summary: could you please make a sequel in which he (the Doctor/John Smith) gets into a bit of a mess at work and Clara has to come help him out of it? I can just picture it...

Prompted by: Jesuslovesmarina

NOTE: This prompt is a continuation of the previous chapter. :)

When the Doctor came to Costco, the large warehouse was bustling with activity. He showed himself in, fastening his nametag securely on his shirt. With a quick jerk, the bowtie came undone. He let the piece of red fabric dangle from his shoulders and he moved through the aisles, looking for anyone who might need his assistance.

"Excuse me, Sir?" a voice queried. Mr. Smith wheeled around, nearly knocking over a chip display.

"Yes, yes? Someone call me?"

"That was me," a young woman said. She was shorter than the Doctor, with a build that fell between slim and rounded. One hand clenched the strap of a leather bag, the other one held a jug of milk.

"Oh, hello." The Doctor grinned. "I'm the Doc-no, wait. Not the Doctor. Try that again, shall we? I'm Smith. John Smith. See, it says my name on this tag." He tapped his nametag for emphasis. "Sorry; sometimes I say 'the Doctor' instead of my actual name…don't really know why. And sometimes I open my mouth and words just come out and I really need to stop doing that because you're the customer. You're the customer, so you're supposed to be the one talking to me!" John Smith raised his hand in the air as if he were preparing to slap himself.

The woman frowned, brows drawing together. Her blue eyes flashed concern as she glanced around nervously. Was she stuck with a mental case?

Seeming to think better of his actions, the Doctor lowered his hand and shook his head. Then he smiled and turned to the customer. "Now, what was it you needed?"

"Uh…" the girl blinked. "Uh…I was wondering where you kept the eggs. I've been all over the freezer section, and I can't seem to find them."

"Hmmm…" Mr. Smith rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Eggs would probably be in the freezer section."

The woman rolled her eyes.

"Yes, definitely the freezer section," the Doctor continued. He clapped his hands together, causing the woman to jump. "I'll show you where. Come with me!"

With his client trailing behind him, Mr. Smith cruised through the maze-like aisles of Costco, legs and arms swinging out and threatening to destroy the array of products on the shelves as he passed them. Finally, he reached his destination.

"The freezer section!" he announced, motioning towards the rows of freezers. The woman huffed and swept short brown curls from her face.

"I know eggs are supposed to be in this section!" she fumed. "I came to you because I couldn't find them here! I didn't want you to drag me back here when I had already looked!"

"Oh…right." The Doctor cleared his throat, realizing his mistake too late. "Sorry about that. Here, how about you let me find the eggs for you?" He looked hopefully at her. The woman stared back for a moment, then let her shoulders relax.

"Fine," she sighed. John's face lit up and he practically danced down the aisle, seeking out the containers of eggs.

"Here we are!" he called triumphantly, pulling out a dozen eggs. "How many d'you need?"

"Just the one," the woman replied. She couldn't help but smile a bit. The employee's chipper liveliness was contagious.

John Smith started towards her. As he walked, he suddenly tossed the eggs into the air, catching them as they came back down.

"Don't do that!" the girl cried. The Doctor merely smirked in response.

"What, afraid I'd break them? Not a chance. Watch this!" He tossed it into the air again.

"If you do that one more time…" the woman left her threat unfinished.

"Alright, fine." Mr. Smith tucked the box under his arm with a sullen look. The woman's eyes went wide and she started forward.

"Your shoelace!" she practically screamed. Just as the words left her mouth, John Smith stepped on the untied lace. For a moment, he was balanced perfectly between recovery and disaster. Gravity, however, proved to be too strong for him. Arms and legs flailing, John fell to the ground. The cardboard box burst open, and the eggs smashed against the cement floor. In the shock of the moment, the woman dropped the milk. The white liquid splatted on the cement and spread out across the floor, mixing with the eggs.

"Stay there!" John Smith cautioned, attempting to stand up. "It's a bit slipperyyyyyyyyy!" As he spoke, the Doctor skidded backwards, landing back-first in the egg-and-milk mixture. The customer tried stopping – she really did – but it was to no avail. She slid across the slick floor, crashing into a freezer door.

"Take my hand!" the Doctor demanded, holding his arm out to her. It took a couple of tries, but they were eventually able to grab hold of each other. Together, they attempted to skate across the gooey surface, but with very little success.

In fact, both employee and customer, after one such attempt, found themselves squashed almost nose-to-nose against a freezer door. The woman's face turned bright red, but the Doctor's hand had become tangled in her purse-strap, so she couldn't push him away.

"Well…" he said. "This is awkward."

"You're telling me," the customer rasped. Then she glanced beyond the Doctor and paled. Mr. Smith twisted his body, trying to see behind him.

Clara Oswald stood at one end of the aisle, staring at them silently. In her hand, John Smith could see his wallet. He must've forgotten it when he had left the apartment, and Clara (being the great friend that she was) had found it and was bringing it to him…

He glanced first at Clara, then at the woman directly in front of him. After several moments of silence, he coughed and cleared his throat.

"Hi, Clara," he said.

His friend arched an eyebrow, and opened her mouth.

"Now, before you say anything…!" the Doctor exclaimed. "This is most definitely not what it looks like!"

Later, John Smith received many odd looks as he was dragged out of Costco by a very irate Clara Oswald.

Welp…this turned out a bit long. Hope you enjoyed, Jesuslovesmarina! I'm not sure if this was exactly what you had in mind, but I'm happy with how it turned out.