Title: Shut Up and Dance

Word Count: 1,275

Characters: Clara Oswald, 11th Doctor

Summary: Clara gets an unexpected visitor on a Friday night while watching Cinderella.

Rating: T

Song Lyrics: 'Shut Up and Dance', by Walk the Moon

*Authors note at the bottom!

We were victims of the night,
The chemical, physical, kryptonite
Helpless to the bass and faded light
Oh, we were bound to get together,
Bound to get together.

She took my arm,
I don't know how it happened.
We took the floor and she said,

It was a normal Friday night for Clara Oswald. Mr. Maitland had given her the night off and she planned to relax on the couch and watch movies meant for children that were half her age. She picked out Cinderella, because it was always one of her favorites when she was little. She had always wished of finding her 'Prince Charming' when she was younger, and she believed in the now that she had found him. (Though he wasn't really that charming) He probably didn't like her in the way that she liked him, but that was okay. A girl can dream, right?

So maybe she secretly wanted him to magically fall in love with her. But she wasn't that special – just a short twenty four year old woman with a short temper. She wasn't unbelievably beautiful or anything; she always thought she was pretty, but no one had ever really told her that she was gorgeous or anything spectacular.

But she dreamed, she dreamed and dreamed that he loved her. Maybe she dreamed that he would hold her close and never let go. But she never got ahead of herself. Who was she kidding, he was like, one thousand years old, and surely she was just some other ghost in the wind to him. He probably expected her to leave and go off and be little old Clara without him.

After the part where Cinderella's beautiful pink dress was ruined, she heard a sound that shouldn't have been there until Wednesday. She untangled herself from the mass of blankets that pinned her to the Maitland's couch and scrambled to the front door. She heard the doorbell ring and opened the door. The Doctor practically fell through the door way on top of her, knocking her down onto the floor with hi pinning her down.

"Hello, Clara!" he said with a smiling face.

"Doctor," she huffed, "you're crushing me."

"Oh, sorry about that." He said and got up; he held out his hand for her to grab onto while he helped her get up.

"What are you doing here?" she asked him.

"What do you mean!" he questioned, "It's Wednesday evening, right?" she looked at him with a funny expression, "Okay… are we early or late?"

"You're way early. It's Friday." She said and rolled her eyes, "I was just watching Cinderella."

"Aren't you a little old for that?" he asked her.

"Says the man who still writes a Christmas list." She replied. He looked as if he were trying to formulate a response.

"Shut up." He said in defeat, which caused her to chuckle.

"You could stay and watch it with me." She asked, in hope that he would say yes, "That is if you're not busy saving the world from Daleks or anything."

"I'm never too busy to be with you, Clara." He said in a tone that she had never heard him use before; it made her heart do little jumping jacks in her chest. (She scolded herself)

"Well, I hope you don't mind I started it already; I wasn't expecting any Time Travelers tonight."

So they paraded into the living room and sat down on the couch. She didn't say anything to him, but there were two couches and a chair in the room, but he chose to sit right next to her. (Her heart was ready to explode) They sat there in silence throughout the movie, she somehow managed to creep closer to him on the couch. His arm was careful wrapped her small frame, she knew it was friendly, but she wanted it to be more.

When the part of the movie with the Ball came up, the Doctor bolted off the couch, which caused her to let out a little scream of surprise. He laughed at her reaction. He stood in front of her on the couch. She had no idea what he was doing.

"Doctor, you make a better door than a window."

"Clara, just shut up for a moment." He said with a sigh. He bowed and extended his hand. "May I have this dace?" he asked her. She couldn't help herself when she burst out into highly unattractive spurts of laughter. He gave her a curious glance as if to ask what was so funny.

"Doctor, it's a children's movie. How about after the movie you take me dancing or something."

"But that'll be with other people!" he said looking horrified.

"Yeah, you embarrassed by me or something?" she asked him. He was still standing in front of her, blocking her view of the television, "Doctor, I'd love to dance with you when the movie's over; so could you please get out of my way."

"Okay." He said as he sat back down next to her on the couch. She rested her head against his shoulder for the rest of the movie. When the movie was over he practically plowed over everything to get her into the TARDIS. He looked so excited; she hadn't ever seen him with such a gleam in his eyes.

"So, Clara," he said while twirling around the console, "where do you want to go dancing?"

"How about here, in the TARDIS." She said quietly. She didn't really want to go anywhere spectacular. Because she, much like the Doctor didn't really want to be seen, "You know. I'm kind of tired ad as much as I would like to get into one of those highly uncomfortable fancy all gowns, I kind of want to stay in my pj's." she expected him to look disappointed, but instead he looked even happier.

"That's fine! Ooh – let me put on the music." He said. The TARDIS blasted some sort of Classical music that Clara had never heard before her very short life. He walked over to her and she giggled as he repeated the action he did while he was blocking her vein of the movie.

Although, this time, instead of saying he was in her way she graciously took his hand and placed her hands gently on his shoulders. (Which was sort of hard for her considering how short she was) He seemed nervous and hesitant. She could see little beads of perspiration forming on his forehead.

"Nervous, Chin?" she asked with a smile. He looked her with a no-shit expression on his face. She laughed. "There's nothing to be nervous about."

"You have no idea."

"Yeah?" she asked with raised eyebrows. He took a deep breath and his face glided towards hers and he kissed her. It was beautiful; their lips danced through the sound and she figured that it was a dream because she knew, from when he was the Cyber Planner that he didn't like her lke this. She was a fool, but she was in love so it was allowed. She pulled back from him, and he was glancing at the floor with a cherry red face.

"I'm sorry." He tried to explain, "I don't know what came over – " she kissed him, once more. If it was a dream, she had nothing to lose. His arms flailed and he melded back into her.

"Not shut up and dance with me, Chin."

"You're the boss."

She took my arm,
I don't know how it happened.
We took the floor and she said

Oh don't you dare look back
Just keep your eyes on me.
I said your holding back,
She said shut up and dance with me!
This woman is my destiny
She said oh oh oh
Shut up and dance with me

So hello again lovelies. I needed some happy/fluffy whouffle so I decided to write this after hearing this song on the radio last night. I was like, oh my stars, this is something that the Doctor and Clara would totally do.

I wasn't sure which direction to go while writing this, but hopefully you guys will lke it!

Thanks so much for reading this and please make sure to follow favorite and review!

also, pardon all the spelling and grammatical errors. I'm in a bit of a rush to put this up, but I will fix it eventually.

xoxo,

bleuboxes