Whouffaldi Week 2k16

Day 2: She's My Carer...

A/N: This is much shorter and I don't like it as much):

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Day two – 'this was a bad idea' the TARDIS, chicken soup

She's my carer

The alarm stretched through the corridors and rang throughout the console room. The TARDIS shook with turbulence and swayed as its passengers clung to the interior.

"This was a bad idea, Doctor!"

"I know!"

"A seriously bad idea!"

"Clara, you are not helping the situation- "

As the Doctor spoke, the ship shuddered and then eerily went silent. The console room went dark and the emergency lights came on, casting shadows over their faces.

"Is that supposed to happen?" Clara asked, but quickly wished she hadn't when she noticed the Doctors incredulous glare. He slowly stood, alert to any sounds and shifts in the room, held out his hand to Clara and nodded at her to take it. Clara smiled, took his hand and squeezed it, reassuring the both of them. As they slowly crept towards the corridors that led to the other rooms, Clara watched as the Doctor sorted his thoughts out, probably thinking of how to fix his old girl.

"How about I make us some tea." The Doctor hummed and slightly nodded, not concentrating on the women next to him. Clara walked into the kitchen and turned on the kettle, knowing how the Doctor would want his peace to solve his problem. As she turned around, a shout startled her. A 'bloody hell' was heard from the corridor.

Clara watched as the Doctor entered the kitchen with a new scratch on his forehead and a gash on his jaw. He crashed down upon a chair and heaved a great sigh, bringing his hand up to run it through his silver curls.

"Should I even ask...?" Clara said quietly.

"She doesn't want me to touch her." He sagged in his chair and closed his eyes.

Clara nodded and went to the cupboard. He listened to her open a door, bang around and close the doors. He opened one eye and gazed at her as she worked.

"Clara, what are you doing?" The Doctor asked in a skeptic manner, unsure of her ministrations.

"I am making you soup- and don't you try and argue, I will not have it." She used the same tone as she did with her troublesome students but love and kindness could be heard too.

The Doctor sighed as he admitted to his defeat, trying showing his disdain but inside, he was eager to be cared for by Clara. After all, she was his carer...