bakerstreet | I saw Christmas decorations today

He looks offended by everything she's saying, but mostly that he wouldn't have an interest. "Do I have the face that someone has been up to something? Do I only visit you when I've done something? No, don't answer that. It's a celebration, yeah? I've always gone to Christmas dinners." His speech is fast, irritated, and now he's tempted to tell her he takes his compliment back.

"You're always up to something." Clara countered with her eyebrows raised sadly. She sighed, shoulders sagging as she tried to figure out how to word it all. "Going and staying are different."

Clara wasn't angry he didn't stay last year. She understood. Trenzalore needed him. Leaving her behind was what made her angry. Then everything else upset her on top of that.

"How long do you expect me to stay?" He blinks and straightens his back, now slightly confused at her statement. "I'm not going far off, Clara." Which given his bad habit of poor time keeping, he most likely would be going for a while.

Crossing his arms, he glances away. "I'd like... to spend Christmas dinner with you." He considered her family and enjoyed this holiday.

How was she going to explain him to her family? They had no idea the Doctor was an alien. As far s they knew he was the boyfriend from Sweden that had dumped her last Christmas. Trying to explain why she'd be bringing such an older man to dinner would be confusing enough. Her gaze dropped to the bags in her hands before she looked up at him. For some reason she couldn't help that tiny smile that popped up on her face.

"Where would you like to go then?" Clara couldn't bring him to her family, and she definitely didn't want to explain to Danny why she'd brought the Doctor.

"Not going to your parents' this year?" Then it clicks, "Oh.... Danny Right. That's..." He never finishes the sentence before walking down the curb, now understanding that she hadn't planned for him to come. Part of him is jealous and quick to anger, but he sighs and takes it all in.

"Where're going with those?" He nods to the bags. "Presents?" Or maybe crackers. That made sense.

"Dad thought it'd be better if he cooked this year. But, dinner is with them tomorrow." Clara hadn't invited Danny either to dinner. She was going to stop by his flat. The judgement from her aunt last year was bad enough. She definitely didn't need the twenty rounds of questions between her and Danny this holiday season.

Her head tilted to the side and she held the bags in front of her. Now she felt even worse, if that was at all possible. Somehow she always picked the wrong path when it came to the Doctor now. Inviting him didn't turn out good, and then trying to keep things from him she thought he had no interest in back fired as well. What was she supposed to do?

"Presents." Clara nodded firmly. She glanced down quickly before taking a few steps to follow him down the curb. "Using the TARDIS to drop them off after a Christmas dinner would be much, much better than fighting traffic."

After a few steps she stopped. Sometimes keeping this fake bubbly act up was too much work with him. "Actually. To be entirely honest? I don't want to go to my Dad's this year. I don't want to see my aunt. I don't want to hear her sit there and pick at me about every single choice I have ever made in my life. I don't want to see Dad fight with her about it, and I don't want to spend this Christmas having my Gran try to cheer me up.

"So... let's just... let's go somewhere else. Somewhere not here for Christmas."

"Fair enough." He studies her for half a second and opens the TARDIS door to let her in. "Try not to get weepy, I hate it when your face melts." He wasn't sure if her emotions were going that direction or not. She was entirely unpredictable.

Without asking for preferences, he's at the console pressing a few buttons and plugging in coordinates for a location. Moments later, they're in Paris, holiday decorations about, and a festive air about the town. He wasn't sure why he picked it, exactly, but he'd stick with it.

She simply shook her head and gave him a thankful smile. Melty face. This one sure did have a way with words, didn't he? Clara stepped into the TARDIS and set the bags down. She turned on the balls of her feet and closed the doors. Her fingers tapped on the wood for a few moments before sucking in a deep breath. Oh, he was going to hate her in just a few seconds.

With a sudden burst of energy, Clara was by his side again. She put her hands on top of his. Then she rocked onto the tips of her toes to plant a kiss on his cheek. She cracked a smile after his reaction of course, raising a finger to the ceiling.

"You were standing under mistletoe on the street." She said. "They've decided to randomly put some all over the city this year. Probably for the vines, or tweets or photobombs."

She was erratic in her movements and when she placed the kiss on his cheek, he froze in place with a frown. How else was he suppose to react?! "It's stupid." He commented childishly as he begrugingly followed her. He was now regretting taking to her Paris of all places!

"Yeah well, better make sure none of that is out there."

Well. He could of smiled. He could of thanked her for being kind. But, she knew that he wouldn't do that now. Maybe with his other faces but not this one. So instead she just smiled at him and shook her head.

"You're such a baby sometimes. What is a kiss going to do? Melt you? If I knew that was the weakness of a Time Lord, I would of used it much, much sooner."

He'll be on his deathbed before he would admit a 'thank you'. Only because he was horribly stubborn.

"It won't melt me." He rolled his eyes, "Just... it's unnecessary." That was about as logical as he could do in this situation. "And it isn't a weakness." He wanted to scoff that she actually thought that, but left it at that.

"C'mon, stop dilly-dallying and go look outside!"

Deathbed or regeneration bed perhaps.

"Unnecessary, of course." Clara said as she walked backwards, gesturing to the console room around them. "Because any sort of affection is certainly unnecessary now. Even at Christmas! Oh, Doctor."

How silly would it be to admit that the only thing she wanted for Christmas was him to be a just bit more open like he used to be? Not that he could, probably. He was slightly different now and she had long accepted it. Sometimes a girl just missed hand holding or hugs.

She turned on her heel and opened the door to step outside into Paris. Her eyes went up to the decorations around them. A smile spread on her face as she tried not to jump in excitement. Oh, this was gorgeous. He always knew how to sweep her off her feet--without the romantic bit.

"Now this is a party. When are we?"

About time she looked excited. Closing the door behind them, "1910, after all the great floods from the beginning of the year. I'd say they've recovered well..." He buttoned his jacket as they moved into the streets.

There were some families moving around in the cold weather, moving close together to keep heat between them all. Some church bells sounded in the distance and singing from the choir could be vaguely heard with each step.

"Of course they have. Nothing rallies anyone like Christmas." She shot a knowing glance up at him. "Especially you."

Oh, he could be as grumpy as he wanted, stubborn and just generally like an old Scotsman. Clara knew that he loved Christmas still. Maybe he hated some of the really horrible decorations, but, he had been willing to spend it with her and her family. He liked the holiday still.

"So, there's some sort of party happening here, right?"

He glaces over, giving her a look, "I don't know everything, but if I were to guess, I'm sure there's one somewhere." Honestly, he just randomly picked the location with not much thought behind it. Humans seemed to love Paris and so far that proved to be correct in assumption.

"There's a tavern known for that sort of thing, if that's what you're looking for." It was more of a burlesque show, but it wouldn't be France without one.

"Really? You usually tell me otherwise." Clara replied teasingly. She then snagged one of his arms with hers. Yes, he wasn't very touchy now, but it was Christmas. That meant special things happened.

Paris was a gorgeous city. Why not love it?

Though that remark did make her have to think about what she did want to see. Honestly, she had no proper idea. There was sight seeing and then caroling, but Clara had nothing in particular in mind.

"We can just walk around till we find something then."

There were shop fronts closing for the evening to celebrate the holiday, no doubt, with laughing and faint chatter heard from various flats crowded with people, some windows thrown open with music being heard on piano with some singing.

"Indecisive, are we?" His arm was rigid in her own, unsure how to move it or avoid the contact. He gave up after that looked like it wouldn't be happening, and pocketed his free hand as they walked. "We don't have much choices, no do we?" Perhaps he should've picked something more modern... with electricity at least.

Clara kept her face neutral. It was too easy to lie to him these days. She could pretend not to be a bit upset that he never seemed physically comfortable around her anymore. Yes, she knew. New bodies meant new rules. That still didn't stop the frowning at the Wall of China that seemed to be between them. After a few more steps she simply dropped his arm and crossed hers under her chest, but still looked completely upbeat like nothing was wrong at all.

"I thought we could just find something to do and enjoy it." She said. "There's nothing wrong with just enjoying someone's company, you know."

I saw Christmas decorations today

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OMG. "For the vines!?" LMFAO!

nailed it

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