Chapter 2: The Magician's Robbery

"Doctor! This isn't the church. We're not even near a church." Clara yelled grumpily as she stepped out of the TARDIS, looking around at her surroundings. She looked down at her outfit, realizing she hadn't even changed, which made her glad they ended up at the wrong place.

"Oh? Well we're certainly near." The Doctor said, stepping out and looking at the street they landed on. He looked at all the tourist filled shops, then turned his head to watch a woman walk her dog.

"California, filled with everything I hate. I can smell the karaoke bars from here." The Doctor muttered.

Clara glanced down at her phone."Well the ceremony starts at eleven, and according to my phone, it's..Doctor we missed it! " Clara said loudly, glaring at The Doctor.

"Oh good! We'll arrive at the party then, just in time for cocktails." The Doctor started walking down the sidewalk, and stopped at a window to look at what was inside, and Clara followed.

"I hope she doesn't hold it against me that I only show up to her party and not to the actual thing. What are we going to do meanwhile?" Clara asked, staring at the Doctor.

"We're going to find something dangerous to do meanwhile so we don't get bored." He said, looking down at Clara.

"Or we can simply get back into the TARDIS, get ready, and go to the party with your time machine?"

"Oh look, a guitar shop." The Doctor pointed across the street, and began walking to the closest crosswalk, ignoring Clara's suggestion. Clara was frustrated with the fact that The Doctor always seemed to want something to happen, as if he needed danger in order to survive. All I want is to go to a wedding in peace, she thought.

Clara followed The Doctor's way, wondering why on earth he wanted to go to a guitar shop. He didn't know how to play an instrument as far as she knew, and The Doctor playing guitar seemed like an hilarious idea. Clara took one last glance at the TARDIS, and began walking across the street. She couldn't see The Doctor anymore, meaning he probably decided to speed walk to the guitar shop. She crossed the street and entered the guitar shop, a breeze making her hair seem fuller. She took a look around and realized she underestimated the size of the shop, it was bigger on the inside. She chuckled and walked further in, admiring the dozens of beautiful guitars of all colors and sizes, hanging still in rows on the walls. On the ground, were amplifiers and equipment all around, organized neatly in sections. She looked ahead but still no sign of The Doctor.

"Clara! Over here, look!"

Clara snapped her head to the right and raised her eyebrows. The Doctor was standing in front of a mirror with black guitar strap around him, and a black and white guitar hanging low, his hand gripping tight around the guitar's neck. Clara couldn't help but grin. She walked towards The Doctor with her arms crossed and stopped in front of him.

"What do you think?" The Doctor asked, as he started playing air guitar on it, his fingers pressing down on random strings and frets, with his other hand pretending to strum.

"Wow, you look...interesting?"

Attractive, is what she truly thought in her head, but there was no chance that was slipping out of her anytime soon.

"Do you have money?"

The Doctor's grin faded rapidly.

"I was actually going to ask you?"

Clara rolled her eyes. "Doctor, I don't have money to buy this. But now I know you want a guitar, so when I get back home I'll keep that in mind."

The doctor reached into his pocket and pulled his sonic screwdriver out. He slowly looked up at the security camera, then at the door.

"I can't wait."

"What?"

"Clara, leave the shop, and meet me at the TARDIS."

Clara took a step back and looked down at The Doctor's screwdriver.

"Why? Doctor, what are you gonna do? I'll get you the guitar when I get back home. Don't start doing something stupid. "

"TARDIS. Now." The Doctor pointed his screwdriver at the back of the guitar, and the security clip fell off. He looked up at the security camera one more time, and winked. I'm not staying here for this, Clara thought. She took a few steps back, and turned. As she began to walk out the store, she felt the man at the cashier staring at her back intensely, and she began to panic. As soon as she exit the shop, she broke out into a run. Luckily, the street light was on green, and she ran as fast as she could to the TARDIS.

"COME BACK HERE!" Clara turned and saw The Doctor running out of the shop, guitar in hand, with two extremely buff men chasing him, yelling for him to go back and return the stolen guitar. When she got to the TARDIS, she dug her key into the keyhole and opened the doors, running inside. She fell to the ground, panting and still panicking. The Doctor ran into the TARDIS and the doors closed behind him. He went to the console, placed the guitar on the ground, and turned to look at Clara, who was still on the floor, panting. Clara wanted nothing more than to smack the mischievous grin off his face.

"Have you gone mad? Why on earth would you decide to steal a guitar? Why? You can't even play the bloody thing. I should smack you right now!" Clara fumed, as she rose from the ground. There was suddenly ferocious banging on the doors, and The Doctor chuckled. The last thing Clara needed was to get arrested, and it would all be The Doctor's fault. She pushed a few strands of hair out of her face and walked towards The Doctor, who was staring at her attentively.

"Are you happy now? What are you gonna do if we get arrested?" Clara muttered, glaring up at him. The Doctor looked down at her and rolled his eyes, while pulling down a handle on the console. Suddenly the TARDIS was leaving their current location, leaving the men behind.

"I was bored."

"You were bored so you decided to steal a guitar that you won't even use?"

The Doctor frowned at Clara. "What makes you think I won't use it? I will learn."

Clara let out a snort. "Learn? You're gonna learn? I don't believe it. You don't have the attention span to actually sit down and do something so human like learn to play a guitar."

The Doctor scowling, picked up the guitar & started to walk past her and down the stairs.

"I'll just have to prove you wrong."

Clara turned quickly and followed The Doctor.

"Let's say you do use this. You don't even have an amp."

"TARDIS. I can plug it into the TARDIS." The Doctor walked down into a hallway and disappeared down the right passageway. Clara fixed her blouse, and stood there visualizing him playing the guitar. Not bad, she said to herself, with a small smirk on her lips.

Thank you guys for the reviews! And thank you for deciding to stick around for chapter 2! I hope you guys enjoy it and next chapter will be written from The Doctor's point of view.