“Danny can you just help me?!” Clara wailed over the phone. Her usually neat and tidy beautiful brown hair was tied sloppily into a ponytail. The smell of burning soufflés and smoke was filling the kitchen.
“I can’t Clara, you know I have private tutoring lessons today! Why are you so keen on baking soufflés for Christmas anyway?” Danny answered. Clara held the phone in place using her shoulder and her head as she bent down on her knees, trying to peer through the thick smoke and try to get out the burnt soufflés.
Finally she managed it, yanking the burning hot oven door she took the baking tray out of the oven and as quickly as she could Clara placed it on the table. She retreated into the living room, sat down on her sofa and sighed. Then she answered Danny’s question, “The Doctor and I went and paid a trip down to ancient Egypt. We found this cup, it’s made out of gold, and then since I found it I wanted so I asked the Doctor for it.”
“I bet he said ‘no’,” Clara could almost see Danny smirking.
“He said ‘no’. And then I was an idiot and we had a bet on the cup!”
There was a slight pause, and then, “Oh, no Clara…tell me you didn’t…” Danny sounded desperate. Now it was her turn to smirk, “Sorry, Dan, but I did.”
“YOU DID?! You betted with the Doctor that you could make a soufflé at Christmas just so you could get a rusty old cup?!” Danny exploded. Clara yelped and held the phone away from her ear.
“Well, I did find it…” Clara muttered, trying to defend herself. Danny sighed and seemed to calm himself, “Clara Oswald, how many times do I have to tell you? Don’t gamble, especially with an alien!”
There was a long silence. Clara waited, her whole body tense. She knew Danny was deciding that whether he would help her or not.
“Fine, Clara, fine! I’ll help!” Danny sounded exasperated. Clara squealed with delight and hugged the phone, muffling the sound of Danny as he tried to say something else.
“Thanks, Danny! I love you!” Clara beamed at her phone.
“But you should’ve told me sooner. Christmas is ONE DAY AWAY, Clara!” Danny now sounded annoyed. But Clara didn’t care. “When will you come?” she asked.
“Around 6:00pm. Now bye!” Danny hung up. Clara placed the phone back into it’s holder and walked back into the kitchen feeling like she was floating on air. Danny would fix everything, she just knew it! And for once, she would win, and the Doctor will lose.
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Souffles for Christmas
Fanfiction*Doctor Who Short Fanfiction* Clara Oswald has a bet with the Twelfth Doctor and she can make the perfect soufflé by Christmas, after many, many failures. Will Clara for once be able to beat the Doctor at his own game, and maybe find love at the sa...
