The Soufflés That Got Burnt (Whouffle One Shots)

Tight Spaces

The Doctor has a bit of a problem so Clara has to help him.

I've been really lazy to do the part to of The Argument That Escalated, but soon, during the weekend I will.

I donno, maybe this has something slightly wrong, nobody knows...

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Fixing the TARDIS was always the Doctor's issue. But this problem required him to get into an extremely tight space in the TARDIS. After an hour or so of squirming and being unable to get these certain wires.

"CLARA!" He yelled loudly and luckily, she was walking past the room and heard his cry. She opened the door and saw a pair of shoes near a little chute, part of his socked foot out of the trapdoor.

"Doctor?" She asked quietly, an eyebrow coming up.

"Ah yes Clara! I need some help!" His voice came from the door and she walked over, opened the door, to find a part of his pants.

"What are you doing?" Clara asked, holding the door open.

"The TARDIS needs repairs and I'm sorta... Stuck."

"Okay, I'll pull you out." Clara put the latch on the door and was going to pull him.

"No, no! I need to get the repaired. Since you're so small, can you climb in here too?" Clara blushed at the request.

"Alright..." She mumbled, climbing in with some difficulty.

"Now we're stuck." Clara mumbled, trying to move her knee.

"Uh Clara..." He mumbled, eyes sort of widening.

"Hold on, I'm trying to fix my posture." Did I mention she was wearing a dress?

"Claraaaaaa..." He mumbled some more, giving in.

"What?" She asked, annoyed. "Oh. Whoops." She moved away and she was finally in an okay position.

"I need you to touch those two wires together while I do some stuff." She moved again, almost hitting his nose while she put her arms up to press the two wires together.

"There we go." He began to tinker and Clara just laid there, her on top of the Doctor. It felt so weird, wearing a dress, and just... Being in there.

"Almost..." He mumbled, almost losing focus to Clara intoxicating scent. Being so near to a attractive girl was bad, but being in close quarters with Clara was even worse.

"Done!" They were done, but stuck.

"Now how are we going to get out?"

"Ah..." The Doctor didn't think this through...

"Here, let's try this." They squirmed around, having a hard time until finally, Clara was able to get out. She helped him out too and the two of them were blushing profoundly.

"Let's never speak of this again." The Doctor mumbled.

"Agreed." Clara replied, looking away awkwardly.

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Eek.