I knooooow, I should make my chapters longer. I know! And I'm sorry. And I thank you so, so much for the many reviews. I hope you like the new chapter just as much despite the fact that it's short.

Chapter 3

"The guest bedroom is ready," Clara announced as she walked into Vastra's study. She found the Doctor going through Vastra's books.

"No, thank you. I will sleep in the TARDIS," he said, flipping through a book absent-mindedly.

Clara giggled. "No, you won't."

"Why shouldn't I sleep in my TARDIS?" he looked up, "It's got my bed in it."

"Becaaaause you'd run off in the middle of the night and leave me here with Isabel. And that's not going to happen. They asked us both for help."

"So what? I'm a time traveller. I can be back whenever I want. I could be back the exact same minute."

"Yes, because that has worked so well in the past. No, no, you're staying with us," Clara said, her voice determined.

"Yes. Boss," the Doctor mumbled, "So, what's for dinner?"

Clara snorted. He wasn't serious, was he?

"What?" the Doctor asked, now putting the book aside, "If we're to play house, we should get into character."

"You know what? I liked you better when you were human."

Angrily, Clara left the study. He was insufferable and she suddenly wasn't so sure if she liked him any more. She loved him, but did she like him? Not so much at the moment. And the thought of being stuck with a time lord version of Grumpy Cat for the next few weeks suddenly didn't seem so exciting any longer. Why couldn't he just be nice to her? Just once.

OOO

"Clara?"

Clara was fast asleep when something, or someone, was shaking her shoulder. It must be a dream, she concluded and decided to ignore it.

"Clara! Wake up!"

She grunted sleepily. "What?"

Clara opened her eyes to find the Doctor sitting on their bed, fully clothed, eyes alert.

"What?" she asked again, sitting up, "What happened?"

"I'm bored."

Clara considered for a moment and then boxed the Doctor's arm.

"Ouch! What was that for?"

"You are. . ." she got out of bed, "Insufferable. Annoying. Obnoxious. You're a big, fat pain in the ass!"

"Okay, that was uncalled for."

"No, that was absolutely called for. My kids, all of the kids at Coalhill, are easier to handle than a single one of you!" she screamed, "Whoa, that felt good."

"Now that we cleared that up, you can go back to sleep," the Doctor suggested.

"No, too agitated. It's nearly 6 anyway."

Clara pondered her options for a moment. "Shall we go get breakfast?"

She winked at him.

"Excellent idea. I'm starving since you sent me to bed without dinner."

"So, what country has the best breakfast? France?"

"Definitely France," he licked his lips, "It's been ages since I've been to France. Come on, let's go."

"In my nightgown?"

"That hasn't stopped anyone yet."

OOO

The TARDIS materialized right under the Eiffel Tower and Clara jumped out.

"Oh my God, we're in Paris. The real Paris!" she screamed with joy.

"Well, of course we're in Paris. Where else did you reckon were we going to find fresh croissants?" the Doctor replied, closing the door behind him.

"The most romantic city in the world," Clara sighed.

"The universe," the Doctor corrected her.

"Ha, I bet I'm the first companion you bring here," she smiled at him.

Suddenly the Doctor seemed to be very distracted. "Oh look, a boulangerie! Right over there."

"Hang on, who was she? Who did you take on a romantic trip to Paris?" Clara was suddenly intrigued. Also she felt a little jealous. She thought this trip was the first romantic move the Doctor made towards her, and it turned out to be something completely ordinary.

"Well, I've been to Paris more often than I can count," the Doctor now admitted, "Romantic trip? Just one. So far."

"Ah, so it was River, then," Clara concluded.

"Nope," said the Doctor as they both crossed the street, "You want anything besides croissants?"

"No, I'm good," Clara sighed. Romantic trip with another companion. And they were only here to fetch breakfast.

OOO

"Breakfast is ready," the Doctor announced as the TARDIS landed back in the conservatory.

"Mh, I think Isabel is still asleep," Clara noted, "That's odd. She should get ready for school."

Clara knocked on Isabel's door.

"What?" was the only answer she got.

"Come downstairs. We bought fresh croissants," Clara said cheerfully.

"I'm not hungry."

"Oh, come on. We went to France to get them. They're delicious!"

"France? You're kidding," now Isabel's head appeared in the crack of the door.

"Come and taste them for yourself. By the way, why aren't you ready for school?"

"No school today. It's teacher-thing-day," Isabel said as she walked down the stairs behind Clara.

"Ah, teacher-thing-day. You'll get along great with the Doctor."