December 15th

"I can't believe we're having to bloody walk all the way home."

"We wouldn't have this problem if you'd just filled up the gas tank, Clara."

"I told you to do it!" She howled, angered, spinning round to face him.

"Well when did you do that?" He asked in the most unconcerned tone possible.

"This morning, when you went into town."

"I walked."

"You what?"

"You just assume that I know how to drive. I walked!"

Clara froze in her tracks, eyes widening a hair as she stared at the Doctor incredulously. "You can't drive?"

The Doctor sighed. "For the love of-" He grasped her coat sleeve and forced her onward, sending bits of snow flying forward with each connection her boots made with the ground. "No, Clara, I can't drive. Why would I? I've got the TARDIS."

"2000 year old alien with an odd obsession with Earth," She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I assumed you'd be able to drive."

They'd just emerged from a simple diner just three miles from Clara's home. They'd arrived around five in the afternoon and stayed for hours, talking, laughing, doing something the rarely got the chance to do. Enjoy each other. The sky was jet black by the time they'd gotten into the car to leave, and in the minutes of bickering and shouting that followed, snow flurries had begun to flutter down from the sky.

Now the two trudged on through the mildly thick layer of snow that coated the ground, arms wrapped around themselves, teeth chattering, desperate for warmth.

"How much further?" The Doctor asked with a slight tint of annoyance in his words. He blinked away the snow that clung to his lashes and ran a hand through his hair, shaking away the little flurries that spun around him.

"Should get there in twenty minutes or so at this point." Clara coughed out, words trembling just as much as the rest of her. She cursed at herself under her breath for not wearing a thicker coat instead of the impossibly thin cardigan she had. If she had, she wouldn't be practically dying of hypothermia. Then again, she also wouldn't if the Doctor had just filled up the damn tank like she'd told him to. It was his fault. She shot him a look that screamed the accusation, but he just laughed it off.

Still keeping his stride matched with hers, the Doctor tried to hide an amused grin as he glanced in her direction. "Maybe you should stop blaming me and start paying attention where you're going."

She brought her gaze back to the direction she was walking, but not in time before she ran head on into a light pole. She gasped and fell backwards, but not before the Doctor seized her hand.

"Again," He chucked, helping her back to balance. "Enough with the blaming. Let's just get out of this damn snow."

Clara muttered something under her breath, it was barely audible, but the Doctor took it to be a sort of reluctant apology. He just gave a smile with half his mouth as he did, and trudged on.

"Now that I think about it," She sniffed. "Wouldn't be able to drive home anyways. Look around." She gestured to the streets. "Roads are closed."

"Guess that rules out taking the coach, then." He grumbled.

Ten minutes later, they still had a long ways to go. Clara's face felt numb, her rosy cheeks stinging. She pulled her beanie a little further down on her face, allowing it to partially shield her eyes. Suddenly she felt a bit of pressure weighing down on her shoulders and back, and looked to the side to see the Doctor draping his coat over her.

"Bit cliche." She muttered with a weak laugh, shrugging it off and passing it back over. "Don't want you catching your death. Here."

"Time Lords are less susceptible to cold." He promised. "Bit of a souped-up metabolism. I'm not too cold. Take it."

"You sure?" She asked, but was already wrapping the warmth around her.

"Yes, Clara, its fine."

A few minutes later, Clara guess that they were hopefully just a mere five minutes from home. She'd ceased her shivering, but was still unexceptionably cold even with the Doctor's jacket held close. Even he was obviously uncomfortable in the London winter temperatures. "Almost there." She said, relief apparent in her voice, and the Doctor did nothing but nod in reply, glancing over in her direction and making a split second decision. Ignoring his own inward protests and the confused mutters from her he received, he inched sideways and wrapped a long arm around her shoulders, rubbing her arms up and down to generate a bit of extra warmth.

"Thanks." She said shakily, smiling with gratitude and gratefully leaning against his side. She wasn't that cold anymore, really. But this was a moment she hadn't been granted the chance to experience in quite a long time. She missed the closeness. Missed the contact, and she didn't know when she might receive it again.

"Come on." The Doctor sighed, picking up the pace. "Let's get home."