A/N so yet another whouffle fanfic! Hope you like it! Might I say, the Doctor Who fandom on is really nice. I get so many reviews per number of visits compared to other fandoms! Thank you, whovians! Please keep up your awesomeness.

So this is basically a multi chapter story about the Doctor and Clara between adventures. Set mainly at the Maitland house. Will be in several POVs. Enjoy!


The Doctor stood outside the door of the Maitland residence, and, having already rung the doorbell several times, was becoming impatient. It was a Wednesday, and the time was 4 pm. There was absolutely no reason why Clara should not be home.

"Hello?" the Doctor called. "Clara?"

There was no answer.

A little anxious now, he jabbed the doorbell a dozen times in quick succession. Shifting from foot to foot, he glanced back at the TARDIS sitting on the footpath before the door swung open.

"Clar-" the Doctor exclaimed.

"Can't you take a hint? Clara isn't here!" A girl stood on the threshold, definitely not Clara and definitely not happy to see the Doctor.

"But, um, I..."

"What are you wearing anyway? Jeez, the 1800s were a long time ago, mister. And who are you, anyway?"

"I'm the Doctor." he said pleasantly, still unsure of what to do. He wasn't used to interacting with normal humans in normal places in normal situations. He was looking for Clara, who definitely was not normal.

"The Doctor? Bit of a boast, aren't you? Just because you've got a PhD doesn't mean you have to make it your name. Why do you want Clara?"

"She's, well, she's my, um, what do you people call it these days...friend! We're just going out to do, um, friend things!"

The girl raises an eyebrow. "A friend?"

"Yes...A friend."

"You sure about that? Clara never lets her friends come round to our house. Especially not guys."

"What do..." the Doctor started before finally catching her drift. "No no no! No, we're friends. That's all!"

The girl smirked. "I'll be the judge of that."

Shooting her a shocked look, the Doctor snapped, "No, shut up! Where's Clara."

"She's dropping Artie off at chess club. She should back in a few minutes."

"Oh. Well. Um."

"You can come in if you want," the girl said, a smile on her face.

"Oh, I guess, maybe I could..." he muttered, glancing back at the TARDIS.

"Come on. She'll come back soon." the girl went back inside the house. "I'll make some tea!"

The Doctor slipped warily into the house. He had to stay and wait for Clara now. No jumping forward a few minutes in the TARDIS. He would have to stay for tea.

"Sugar?" the girl asked as he sat down at the kitchen table.

"Five, please." Can't have too much sugar in your tea.

The girl gave him a funny look, then started making the tea.

"So, er," the Doctor stuttered. "What's your name?"

"Angie. I'm thirteen. And, yes. I'm fine. School's okay. And no, I don't enjoy it. You adults need to think if some less boring questions.

"I wasn't going to ask you that."

"Of course you weren't. Now." Angie said, setting the two cups down on the table. "You and Clara."

"Me and Clara?"

"You and Clara. You like her don't you? Like, like like her?"

"Um, well... no! No! Definitely not!" the Doctor emphasized. Because, of course, he didn't. No.

Angie did that irritating little smirk again.


"I don't! I really don't. And neither does Clara so it wouldn't matter anyway." the Doctor stuttered, trying to get out of this difficult situation.

"I'll be the judge of that."

The door clicked open and a voice called down the hallway.

"Angie! Angie, did a man with a ridiculous chin and a bow tie happen to come to the door? I think he's-" Clara walked into the kitchen on Artie's heels. "Oh."

"Hello, Clara!" the Doctor stood and offered a handshake to the boy who stared bewildered at him. "Artie! How was your chess match?"

"I-I almost won! If he hadn't taken my queen I would have checkmated him!"

"Ah, well you can't always win. I'm the Doctor, by the way."

"Doctor! What are you doing here?" Clara had finally regained her speech.

"Waiting for you. Angie made me some tea."

"We had a nice chat." Angie piped up.

The Doctor saw Clara shoot a suspicious glance at Angie, before turning to him.

"Well you're a bit late today." she said somewhat indignantly. "I have to take Angie to her netball game and help Artie with his homework. I don't suppose you'll be staying?"

The Doctor, however socially awkward, did not miss the irritated tone in her voice.


"No, of course not. You don't do normal."

So it was to be like that, was it? "Yes I do! In fact, I will! I'll say here with you!"

Out of the corner of his eye, the Doctor caught Angie with another bemused smirk.

Clara raised an eyebrow. "Alright, then. Let's see how long you last."she remarked before heading up the stairs.

The Doctor made to follow her before Angie leapt in front of him.

"You can't just follow her everywhere!"

"Why not?" Why couldn't he? And what else was there to do?

Angie did a little roll of her eyes. "A bit too clingy, aren't you?"

"What? Clingy? No, no, I'm not-"

"Look, do you want some advice or what?"


"Firstly, you're going to have to get rid of that thing." she pointed at his neck.

"What? No! Bow ties are cool!" he argued, straightening it.

"Oh please. And secondly, just give her some space! You can't be with her all the time, and I think she would really appreciate it if you would just-"

"But-but I-"

"Oh come on. Don't try to argue. It's obvious. And I've only seen you two together five seconds! Just tone it down a little. You might come across as desperate if you follow her so diligently."

"Oi! I am not-"

Angie sighed loudly before spinning around and stalking off, passing Artie. "He's a lost cause." she muttered to him.

A lost cause? The Doctor was a lot of things, a Time Lord, an adventurer, a murderer, a madman, even a lion tamer (now that was an interesting story) but he was certainly not a lost cause.


Hoped you liked it, please tell me what you think!