Hello all!
I've not posted anything on this website for what seems like ages. Its probably only been a couple months though, c:
Well, I'm back with a Whouffle One-Shot! Who doesn't love a bit of Whouffle?
I found this prompt on the wonderful Tumblr blog Whouffle Library!
Of course, if any of you reading this and have already written this prompt, I sincerely apologize, though I'm sure mine is much different from yours. xx It's set in pre-TNotD time, probably sometime after JttCotT or TCH. Maybe in between those two episodes.

Oh and I have to give a shoutout to LBWind, who ever so kindly helped edit this piece of work.

Anyway! I hope you enjoy my newest story, which should hopefully be to your liking! Enjoy!

~KHC~

"Doctor!" Clara's frantic voice rang out from the hallway. Curious, the Doctor peeked his head around the circular, electricity-filled glass funnel, squinting in the direction that Clara's voice was coming from.

"Clara?" The Doctor called, emerging from around the six-sided console and moving to stand at the top of the stairs. The Doctor heard Clara's soft, urgent, footsteps coming closer, faltering as they rounded corners. The Doctor allowed himself an amused look as Clara came into view. She pattered up the stairs, standing in front of the Doctor with her eyes filled with tears.

The Doctor's smile vanished, and with his thumb, he wiped away a tear that had escaped her eyelid when she blinked. "What's wrong?" He asked, his forehead wrinkling and his olive green eyes growing worried.

She held up her right hand, the back of her hand facing the Doctor. Immediately, the Doctor noticed that the middle finger was bare. "It's my ring, my mum's ring, the one you got back for me after our trip to Akhaten. It's missing," Clara said, her eyes filling with tears again.

The Doctor looked down on his Clara, or so he liked to call her in his head, with pity. "It can't be far, you obviously lost it somewhere inside the TARDIS." Clara's outer demeanor changed quite suddenly, from terrible sadness to what appeared to be anger, but in her eyes, it was obvious she was still torn up. "Did you just tell me that it couldn't be far?" She asked quietly. "Doctor, the TARDIS is infinite. And knowing that grumpy old cow, she probably hid it from me!"

The Doctor grabbed a rag from his back pocket, smacking the TARDIS console with it. "Did you hide Clara's mum's ring, you silly old girl?"

The TARDIS whirred with an angry tone, as if she were insulted by such an accusation and the degrading descriptions of herself. "Okay..." The Doctor looked up at the Gallifreyan engraved in the steel at the top of his console. "… Fine." He turned back to Clara, raising his arms and snapping, dancing on his toes, trying desperately to think of what he could do for her. When he brought his arms down, he took Clara's hand, and holding her small, petite one in both his larger ones, he kissed her fingers. He did realize, actually, that it did indeed feel different to kiss her fingers when one was missing a ring. "I suppose you'll need some help finding that ring?"

Clara's eyes went from his face to their intertwined hands and she was finally able to muster a little half-smile. She nodded.

"Now then, let's go find that ring, shall we?" The Doctor removed one hand, leaving the other underneath Clara's. She wrapped her hand around the Doctor's, finally able to assemble a smile genuine enough to reveal the dimple on her left cheek.

The Doctor always did love that dimple. There was another on the opposite cheek, but he really did adore the one on the left side. He seemed to have an affinity of sorts for them.

He led Clara down the steps and to the hallway, circling around until he came to their bedroom, not that he ever usually slept in it with her. He never really needed rest.

"Okay, Clara, where is the last place you left it?" The Doctor asked, folding his hands in front of him.

A slightly irritated look crossed Clara's face. "I asked you to come to help me, not interrogate me."

The Doctor rolled his eyes, "Just come along, Clara."

She shot him a look. "Fine..." She pointed toward a large wooden dresser. "I had taken it off for a minute, because I had seen that the diamond was loose. I was coming up to see if you could fix it with your sonic screwdriver-y thingy, when I felt the TARDIS bump around a little. I checked to see if everything was still in order, and I suppose the ring just wasn't there."

"So it just disappeared, poof?" The Doctor asked, bending down on all fours and looking under the dresser, finding nothing but little mothballs.

"Poof." Clara said, crossing her arms and moving toward the Doctor. He sighed, getting up and looking down on Clara. He smiled a little. "I suppose we'll just have to go on a little adventure then, won't we?"

"Well I suppose we will." Clara replied, smiling as they interlocked arms and began down the hallway.