It's Possible

Chapter One

The doctor cheated.

He never usually did- he never liked thinking he was making Clara do all the waiting- but this time he just couldn't do it.

He wanted to have the self-control, but Clara was his impossible girl and he couldn't wait for and endless week to be with her: she was so much and
So meaningful all in one. He was scared
of what that meant.

"Doctor! Hey, one sec."

Smiling to himself, the Doctor sat down on the couch, lifting his feet onto the table. The atmosphere smelt like flour and that warm, baking smell- had she'd been cooking again?

He ran his hand through his hair, sighing. If it was an attempt at a soufflé, he didn't want her to be disappointed if it didn't turn out. No matter how much he enjoyed comforting her, he enjoyed seeing her happy more.

"Guess what...!"

Clara's enthusiastic voice was as smooth as honey as she entered the room, apron draped around her waist. Her hair was in a messy bun and flour was sprayed on her cheeks. The Doctor stood, smugly smiling.

"Did you do the thing?"

He hadn't meant for it to come out like that, but she smiled and shrugged, laughing.

"What thing? I haven't done a thing... what sort of thing?"

The Doctor sheepishly look into his hands, a deep red rising in his cheeks.

"The thingy thing, you know, where you put the things to make the thing..."

Clara rolled her eyes, threading her hand in his. "Come see what I made."

He happily followed.

He didn't know much about cooking- though, compared to other times, the aroma in the kitchen was sweet- not burnt or sunken or undercooked.

"Look! It's perfect."

Clara pointed to a soft-coloured brown circle on a cooling rack. A cake. The Doctor smiled.

"It's definitely not a soufflé, but it's a start. I just need to wait for it to cool down to ice it."

She smiled giddily at the Doctor and the Doctor chuckled softly.

"My Clara, a perfect cook. I keep reminding you that you are my impossible girl, but you seem to keep ignoring me."

She rolled her eyes, taking her apron off.

"So where are we off to today?" She asked, hanging the apron on a hook.

"Well, I had a plan...it's relaxing, I guess. Not really an adventure like you're used to. But, I'm sure you'll enjoy it all the same. Now," The Doctor clapped his hands together, leaning in to lower his voice to a whisper.

"Let's go."

Clara barely nodded before The Doctor took her hand, leaving the perfectly round cake sitting on the kitchen bench, waiting to be iced and served.