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The Doctor rescues Clara in the nick of time, but that's not the end of it.
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The Doctor rescues Clara in the nick of time, but that's not the end of it.
He was a teacup that could be dropped. He knew it because he'd been dropped before. He was a teacup that had been mended over and over.
Clara sets some boundaries; Malcolm is forced to do some thinking.
They're back in the TARDIS, and he doesn't bring her home straight away. He won't admit he wants more than what he has.
The Doctor sees the future and makes plans.
Young Jolyon is painting at Kew when an odd couple sits near him and has an even odder conversation.
Clara has some news for Malcolm. Malcolm takes it in his stride. His penuin-run stride, to be specific.
The Doctor looks deep into Clara's eyes... and to his horror realizes that the bonding has been triggered. He must either mate with Clara or die. He chooses death.
The Doctor and an injured Clara seek shelter from a winter storm. Huddling for warmth ensues.
The Doctor is afraid to sleep and eventually it catches up with him.
Malcolm's first date with Clara, and his first time doing a lot of things. He's as nervous as he ever gets, not that he's admitting it.
The Doctor will do whatever makes Clara happy, even when it puzzles him. So will Danny.
They run out of the house, through the snow, and into the TARDIS. And then...
The Doctor has transformed himself into a teenaged boy to infiltrate a school. It doesn't wear off immediately. HIJINX ENSUE.
The Doctor wants to marry her the Gallifreyan way as well as the human way. There are consequences.
Sick Timelords are a PITA
Holiday mornings, with coffee and croissants and a man wearing her tag.
Clara meets Pilfrey. Don't weep for him any more.
Missy captured the Doctor, but he has escaped. He flees to Clara, but it's not easy.
Victorious Queen Clara's guards bring her a captive that suit her very specific tastes: gray-haired and lean. This one isn't what he appears to be, however.
Friday night is date night. Also the night when Clara introduces Malcolm to new things.
The Doctor needs a champion. A stranger rides in and offers her sword. She's a little short for a knight.
Clara is sick. What on earth is the Doctor doing with her tea kettle?
Malcolm should have known better than to tell Clara about his fantasies, because she's exactly the kind of woman who takes them as a challenge. Now he has to get through a day in Whitehall.
Clara has to break some news to Malcolm.
Malcolm doesn't do things in a sensible order.
The morning after: Clara persuades Malcolm to take a holiday. He isn't sure how to do those.
There’s some karaoke. And hypervodka. And consequences.
Malcolm's been waiting for this night all week. It doesn't go as planned.
Malcolm's bit of solo experimentation with bondage has gone horribly wrong. To his horror, coworker Clara appears to rescue him. Clara decides to demand answers to a few questions before setting him free.
Hiding in a storage closet again? Clara knows how to pass the time.
An evening on the TARDIS goes exactly the way they both like it.
The Doctor was wrong about the trees and the solar flare. Very very wrong.
The TARDIS led her there, but Clara's the one who chose to stay. And watch.
The Doctor explains to Clara why he's alone, even when he's holding her. She does something about it.
Missy captured the Doctor, but he has escaped. He flees to Clara, but it's not easy.
All of time and space, out there in a blue box. Where do they go first, and what do they do? The Doctor shows Clara a wonder.
Clara and the Doctor in a play session, take two.
What's the best cure for a lot of Daleks in a bunker?
"You were the one I wanted most to stay. But time could not be kept at bay. The more it goes, the more it's gone - the more it takes away." - Poem by Lang Leav, prompt for Twelve about Clara*
Mummy on the Orient Express missing scene: Clara & the Doctor decide to go for one last hurrah.
Hiding in plain sight, on the night of the winter solstice.
Malcolm is returning to London from self-imposed exile on a remote island, but a storm has delayed the ferry. To his annoyance, somebody else is also stuck waiting for the same ferry. She had better not be a reporter.
This is what happened in between the Doctor's visit to Gallifrey's coordinates and the meeting in the cafe.
Clara wants a pajama party. The Doctor is sure he knows exactly what that means.
Clara looks for her lipstick. The Doctor meddles.
For once an encounter with an advanced civilization was not going to end in war, catastrophe, disaster, or even a pell-mell run toward something or away from something. It was just a lovely thank-you ceremony for the two of them, that's all, followed by a lovely night high up in a tree house. With one bed. Wait.