I wrote this one around when The Crimson Horror came out. Enjoy!
Title: Marriage Plans
Summary: How did the Doctor and Clara come to terms of becoming a couple?
Rating: K+
Character(s): Eleven, Clara
Pairing(s): Eleven & Clara
Genre(s): Romance & Friendship
Setting: Pre-Crimson Horror
Word Count: 256
"Married couples?"
"Yeah! Mrs. Gillyflower said she's looking for bright and young couples with a bright future ahead of 'em!"
The Doctor paced around the TARDIS as he took on Clara's words.
"What's wrong, Doctor?"
The Doctor stopped in his tracks. Spinning his heels towards her, he looked at her incredulously. "We don't know a married couple to sneak in for us!"
Clara looked at him in amusement; her mouth was slightly open, and her tongue raked itself across her teeth as she silently giggled at his idiocy. For someone who is a thousand years old, he's certainly daft! "Doctor."
"We could ask a lovely couple, but I can already imagine that conversation! 'Wanna risk your beautifully short lives helping us destroy a crazy old woman?'"
"Doctor!"
The Doctor didn't hear her. "What else c-"
Clara sighed. Running up to him and slipping her arm in the crook of his elbow, she pulled him out of the TARDIS. "What'd you think, eh love? Is this plan good enough for you?" she asked in a thick Northern accent.
The Doctor looked down and caught on to what she was doing. "Ah," he started, "I've heard that Sweetville was quite the place to live!"
"Indeed, I've heard the same! But I doubt nothing could be as much paradise as that glorious wedding night of ours!" She flirted shamelessly, whispering, "Down boy!" under her breath.
His eyes grew wide. "Clara!" He blushed.
She smirked at him. Blimey, she could play the part of his wife very nicely indeed.
I hoped you enjoyed! Please review!
~ Sunny