The Stowaway

Chapter 7: Robot of Sherwood Part 1

Corriander's P.O.V.

I had been with Clara for two weeks, and we had developed a routine. In the morning, she would wake me up and make breakfast while I was getting ready. After breakfast we would head down to the school where Clara taught, and I would stay there and help her with things like filing, and controlling the students, which was often needed.

After school was over, we stayed a couple more hours and I helped Clara come up with tomorrow's lesson plan. Sometimes I graded the students' papers. Almost every day, one of Clara's coworkers, Danny, came in during the hours we stayed after school. Many times I was asked to leave for "confidential discussions". I politely obliged, but not before giving a knowing smirk at Clara, causing her to blush furiously.

After work we went home and I would usually cook dinner, unless Clara wanted to try to make a soufflé again. Then we watched a couple shows on the Telly, and then it was off to bed, awaiting to repeat the process tomorrow.

One Friday evening, as I was trying to help Clara make the perfect soufflé, the phone rang. I went to answer it, leaving Clara with her mess in the kitchen.

"Hello?" I asked. No answer. I tried again. "Hello?" I heard someone pick up the phone.

"Look out the window." A man's voice said. I immediately recognized it.

"Doctor, if you're trying to be mysterious, you're not doing a very good job."

"Just look out the window!"

"All right fine! You don't have to shout about it." I said as I walked over the the window in the living room. I pulled back the curtains and looked outside. There was a large field of grass and in the middle of it sat the TARDIS, with my father standing outside the doors with the phone to his ear. I smiled and waved, and he did the same back.

"Clara!" I called. "There's someone outside for you!"

"Tell them to hold on! The soufflé is burning!"

I sighed and brought the phone back to my ear. "She's coming, the soufflé is burning."

The Doctor snickered. "I wonder if she's ever going to figure out how to make one of those things." He said.

"Give her some credit." I looked to make sure she wasn't coming, and I whispered, "it's better than the last one."

"Now that must have been something."

"Yeah, she tried to make it gluten-free and it ended up looking like a bubbling tar pit." I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Oh boy, we're caught."

Clara snatched the phone from me. "About time you showed up. Where are we going?"

"Well," he answered, "you're not going to get very far standing up there."

"Right, coming, wait a couple minutes." Clara hung up the phone. She rushed to her room to grab a couple things and I did the same. I changed into some more comfortable clothes, assuming that there would be some running involved, there always was. I also grabbed a flashlight and my phone. I met Clara back in the living room. She had changed as well.

"Ready?" She asked.

"Ready as I'll ever be." And with that we both rushed down the several flights of stairs to meet the Doctor in the field.

"What took you so long?" He asked irritatedly.

"We only took a couple of minutes!" Clara defended.

"Is that how time normally passes? Really, really, slowly?" He ranted.

"Afraid so," I broke in, "let's not waste any more time, let's go already." I walked past him into the TARDIS. The Doctor came in after me and let the door shut. Clara opened it again and walked in looking slightly angry.