Whouffaldi Week 2k16

Day 3: What does it look like, Clara

A/N: Whoo! Day 3 of whouffaldiweek2k16. PS: I love all of you who have read this, seriously, it means the world to me(;

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Day Three - 'move over', a classroom, vinyl records

What does it look like, Clara

Incessant knocking at the door awoke Clara out of her daydream. The students had left over 20 minutes ago and she was supposed to meet the Doctor at the TARDIS parked across the street.

"Clara, are you in there? I hope you are because it would be really awkward of I was talking to an empty classroom."

Clara listened to the Doctor and watched the door handle jiggle back and forth. A smile bloomed across her face, she wanted to see how he got into her classroom. The last time he tried, he got a ladder and climbed through the window, grumbling about how his sonic needs a setting that could do wood.

A quiet whispering was heard from outside the door, some words filtering through but still not making any sense.

"Doors... nobody knocking for you... but... ask very nicely-"

A click reverberated through the empty classroom and the door opened to the Doctor kneeling in front of the doorway.

"Clara! Why didn't you open the door?" He spoke with a frustrated tone but it was light and not laced with the intent of anger.

Clara shrugged and turned back to the windows, watching raindrops slowly glide down the window pain. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the noise of the rain on the roof, the rumble filling her senses. She briefly heard a throat clearing but Clara knew it was the Doctor and didn't reply. When she finally opened her eyes, she saw that the Doctor had set up a record player and a pile of vinyl.

"What is this! Where did you get all that from?"

"I do have the TARDIS, Clara. I told you I was popping off to get it but apparently you didn't listen." The Doctor grumbled the last part, sounding a little annoyed.

"Oh really, so how does it feel..." Clara replied, referencing all the time he decided to take his stand up catnaps during her bits of talking.

"I-I," the Doctor stumbled over his words, "I have no idea what you are referring to, Clara."

She laughed and he resumed his work, setting up his newfound treasure. She focused on the records now, seeing the vinyl tops peeking out from their cardboard prisons, waiting to be placed and played.

"So what is this all about..." Clara asked, slowly rising from her chair, approaching the silver-haired man sitting on her desks.

"We were supposed to go to space today, but you seemed ... a little more distracted than usual."

Clara nodded and smiled at his kind manner, she was happy that he noticed her wandering mind. She would feel bad if he took her somewhere amazing and only half of her attention was being given. She walked closer to him and sat next to him on the desks. "Move over." She said but before she could playfully shove him, the Doctor launched away.

"You looked like you needed a pick me up." The Doctor said with a smile. He quickly took the vinyl off the top of the stack and loaded it onto the track.

"What are you doing." She said, the mirth slowly filling her words.

The opening guitar rift started to fill the room as the Doctor edged closer to her. Suddenly, he grabbed her hand, yanked her off the desk and spun her into his body, her back pressed against his front.

"What does it look like, Clara." He said in a low gravely tone next to her ear. He spun her out and positioned her in front of him, her hands in his. Then he started to dance to the music, swaying Clara as she laughed happily.

"The warden threw a party in the county jail,
The prison band was there and they began to wail,
The band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing,
You should've heard them knocked out jailbirds sing.
Let's rock, everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock..."