"RUN!" The Doctor bellowed at the top of his lungs as his feet skidded around the corner of the strange, purple building.

"What do you think I'm doing?!" Clara called back as she picked up a sprint by his side. The Doctor was probably only going at three quarters of his fastest pace, but being smaller with shorter legs had its disadvantages – namely struggling to keep up with gangly Time Lords. To be on the safe side, Clara extended an arm and grabbed a hold of his hand tightly. There. Now he couldn't accidentally forget and leave her behind. Not that he ever would…. He was The Doctor after all. Even if she'd got on her knees and begged him to go on without her, he wouldn't have thought twice about staying by her side.

"Can you see them?" His words were interspersed with heavy breaths as his feet kept up their rhythmic pounding of the earth beneath them.

Clara craned her neck round to glance over her shoulder. "Not anymore… I think we might have lost them." She panted back, struggling to keep up the fast pace.

"Oh that's what they want us to think. You can't just lose a Jakovite. Well… I had a friend who lost one in a game of hide and seek once… but that's beside the point." The Doctor had slowed his pace slightly as he went off on a tangent, gesturing animatedly with his free arm.

"Doctor… Now really isn't the time for reliving past experiences." Clara chastised lightly, grateful for the adoption of a slower pace. Where they were running to she wasn't entirely sure, but she sincerely hoped that this was one of the few times that The Doctor actually had a plan – she didn't much fancy becoming some angry alien's lunch.

"Sorry… side-tracked. Reach into my pocket and pull out my sonic screwdriver, will you?"

"Can't you get it yourself?"

"No, I'm busy."

"Doing what?!"

"Running!"

Clara's mouth opened and closed in frustration before she finally settled on a roll of her eyes and resigned herself to retrieving his screwdriver. Honestly, for a 1200 year old Time Lord The Doctor could certainly behave like an impossible child at times. With her hand not interlaced with his, she delved into his pocket and rummaged around for the sonic device.

"Ow! Careful!" The Doctor exclaimed when she inadvertently pinched his thigh through the material of his pocket.

"Don't complain when you could have done this yourself." She chastised lightly before finally wrapping her fingers around the cold metal object and tugging it free from its confines. The Doctor took it from her hand less than a second later and aimed it at the shed-like building they were running towards. The familiar sound emitted from the screwdriver reached her ears and the small door on the front promptly swung open.

"That's your brilliant plan? Hiding in a shed?" Clara asked disbelievingly as she glanced sideways at the man running beside her – her expression clearly showing just how unimpressed she was.

"It's not a shed! Now shut up and get inside." He replied indignantly as he dropped back behind her and pushed her gently through the door. The doorway was so small that even Clara had to duck down to get inside – The Doctor was practically crawling in on his hands and knees. Clara stifled a laugh behind her hand.

"Right. That should do it." The Doctor ascertained as he ran his sonic screwdriver around the edges of the door and effectively sealed it shut.

"It's a little… cosy in here, don't you think?" Clara remarked as a small smirk played on her lips. "I mean really Doctor… If you wanted an excuse to get near me, you only had to ask. Frankly this is all a little elaborate for the sake of a quick snog." She teased him with the deliberate intent to watch him squirm and flap about. It worked like a charm.

"I- You- That's not… This is not- Shut up!" A tinge of red crept onto his cheeks as The Doctor squirmed and stammered uselessly. As expected, his two new favourite words came into play and Clara's smirk only broadened further.

"I won't be talking if I'm kissing you." She pushed further, testing the waters to see just how far she could take the game. As if to iterate her point, Clara took a deliberate step closer to the flustered man in the bow tie – effectively trapping him between her and the wall. To her surprise, he didn't dart away. Even as she lent her face in closer to his, he remained stock still against the wall behind him. In fact, if she hadn't known better she could have sworn she'd heard a sharp intake of breath that certainly hadn't come from her.

The Doctor's mouth opened and closed wordlessly and Clara resisted the urge to grin triumphantly. For the first time ever, The Doctor was speechless. Still inching closer, Clara's hands reached out to grip the lapels of his jacket and her weight shifted onto the balls of her feet as she pushed herself up onto her toes. The Doctor's eyes widened, but still he didn't move away from his companion's advancing lips. With a small smirk she shut her eyes and briefly caught the sight of his fluttering too before a tug of his jacket had his breath falling hot on her mouth through his parted lips.

The wall to their left disintegrated into a pile of dust on the floor and Strax stood upright in the whole that remained. "Sir, you seem to have a human male attached to the front of your jacket. Shall I disintegrate him?" The Sontaran asked as he eyed Clara suspiciously.

"No! No… Strax, this is Clara." The Doctor responded as he hastily extracted himself from his position between her and the wall. His cheeks were stained a bright shade of red and his hands couldn't seem to find a place to settle. Clara, on the other hand, simply watched him squirm with mild amusement and a slight touch of disappointment that she did well to disguise.

"Oh… Sorry, boy." Strax apologised to Clara with a glance in her direction. Distinguishing between genders still wasn't his strong point. "Sir, you appear to have turned an alarming shade of red. Have you been poisoned?" His voice took on a tone of genuine concern as Strax turned his attention back to the Doctor, who blushed further in response. Clara snickered loudly from behind him.

"No- I- Shut up!" The infamous two words were back again as The Doctor whirled around to shoot Clara a rather pathetic look that sat somewhere between a glare and a pout. She only laughed harder.