Clara woke up and looked around her room on the T.A.R.D.I.S, it was small and cosy, she had a bed, a table, chair and a wardrobe. The trouble was, the T.A.R.D.I.S controlled everything else, like what clothes she found in her wardrobe. Clara got up and walked towards the doors, she held her breath and opened up the wardrobe. She sighed. The T.A.R.D.I.S was being nice, she found a sweet blue, black and white checked dress with a little collar, black tights, a cardigan and some brown boots. She got dressed and brushed her hair before leaving and going to the kitchen. The Doctor had probably been awake all night and forgotten about food. Clara always made him breakfast because 'Even stick insects need food' She chuckled to herself, travelling with The Doctor was so relaxed (apart from the constant danger of death and such) they just got on with what they had to do, they didn't always run into trouble on their travels, but Clara's favourite adventures had been had with The Doctor getting into a mess.
She reached the kitchen and stretched up to grab a frying pan off the top of the cupboards. Everything in this place was made for the tall old Doctor. She sighed and went over to the table to get a chair. She stood on it and got the pan. The kitchen was very clean and professional looking, it had grey work surfaces with Gallifreyan carved into the sides anywhere possible, The Doctor told her it was a recipe for Dalek soup, she didn't believe him. Clara placed the pan onto the glossy black stove and crossed the room to get the eggs to fry, she put on her apron and began.
The Doctor was lying under the console in the main control room. When he woke, he sat up abruptly and banged his head on the bottom of the controls. He slid out, rubbing his head and looked around, What time is it? He thought. There was no sign of Clara, he decided that she was asleep or that she was making breakfast, he hoped it was breakfast, he always enjoyed that, although he didn't let Clara know that, she would just think he was being soppy. He walked through the corridors and came to the kitchen, he peeked round the corner and Clara caught his eye.
'Well look what the cat dragged in.' She remarked, 'It didn't just drag you in, it brought you through a hedge on the way didn't it? You look terrible, sit down.'
'I don't need to sit down,' The Doctor argued. 'I'm not tired' He protested while yawning.
'What are you?, two years old? You aren't fooling me, Doctor. If you won't do what you're told, how about you help? could you put four pieces of bread in the toaster please?' She asked, cracking another egg into the pan.
The Doctor complied and put the bread in.
'Thanks, Doctor.'
He didn't want to just stand there and watch her do all the work so he set about getting the plates off the high shelves, laying the table cloth over the table and finding matching knives and forks. Clara had just about finished the eggs and she deposited them onto the plates of toast that The Doctor had laid out. She put the pan in the sink and carried the two plates over to where The Doctor was sitting, using his newly installed holographic pad to look at the weather to make sure they were avoiding the solar storms that seemed to be cropping up everywhere these days.
'Here you go, Doctor.' Clara said, smiling at him.
'Thanks' He murmured as he moved his weather report out the way.
'Well then, what's the story in outer space now, Doctor?' She asked as she took a bite of toast.
'Just these solar flares and explosions everywhere, that's all.' He replied
'Well, is that a surprise? They do happen, Doctor.'
The Doctor placed down the hologram tablet and focused on his egg. 'Yes, they do happen all the time Clara. But every sun or in each system has a time frame of how many of these flares or explosions there can reasonably be in... lets say every 100000 years. Usually, its just one, maybe two, Earth is boring, you hardly ever get any exciting solar activity.' He took another mouthful of food. 'But the thing is-'
'Doctor-'
'Wah-'
'Please don't talk with your mouth full, its disgusting.'
'Oh yes, sorry' He swallowed, 'As I was saying, the thing is, all these solar storms are happening far too often in far too many places at the same time.'
Clara looked concerned, 'What's causing it, Doctor?'
'I honestly, wish I knew Clara' He looked down at his food and didn't say another word until they had both finished their food.
Clara tidied their plates away and sat down, 'So, where are we going today, Doctor? I know!' She stood up and took him by the hand, 'Where's the nearest solar storm? I know you're going to be all moody and sad until you can figure out what's going on!' She tugged him up.
The Doctor didn't say anything, he didn't have to. He just agreed and Clara's enthusiasm set a smile on his face. They ran down the corridor hand in hand, got to the console room and they spun around the controls flicking switches and laughing. The Doctor had been teaching Clara how to fly the T.A.R.D.I.S, with his or sexy's help, she had almost got it but he did have to put a few switches back down to avoid... imploding the solar system they ended up in. The T.A.R.D.I.S whirred into action and Clara ran up the steps to collapse in the comfy chair, The Doctor had been following her but he stopped when she got there first. Instead he walked to the book case and brought a few books over to his desk and flicked through them.
'What ya doin'?' Clara asked in a sing song voice.
The Doctor looked up and replied 'Looking at books on solar flares, storms and such.'
'But we'll be there in five minutes you can't possibly read al-'
The Doctor raised a finger to his lips, 'Time-Lord'
'Oh, yeah.' Was all she could come up with as he flicked through each book at the speed of light.
Finally, the T.A.R.D.I.S arrived, no, landed. The Doctor and Clara looked at each other. Did they get the coordinates wrong? The Doctor said that the last time he had been here there was nothing but quiet, empty space.
Clara grinned and ran down the steps, there was obviously something unusual going on and she wanted to get right in the middle of it. The Doctor followed and they reached the door. They made eye contact and pushed the doors open.
