A cold streak

"Now, what do we make of this place? It's two o'clock in the afternoon. Must be very short days here. The message is coming from the tower. Right, we're a couple from the next town, My name is probably Hank or Rock, something like that."

"W-what?"

Clara had trained herself to filter out the Doctor's ramblings; she was also busy trying not to freeze to listen to him.

"Hello, good to meet you!" the Doctor cheerfully greeted an approaching couple. "I'm the Doctor. I'm a timelord from the planet Gallifrey. I stole a time machine and ran away and I've been flouting the principal law of my own people ever since! Ah. That isn't quite what I meant to say."

"I'm an English teacher from the planet Earth," Clara explained. "I'm really cold and really embarrassed, but I secretly like being naked!"

"I think you should stop talking until you get used to it," the old woman smiled.

"G-get u-used t-to w-what?" Clara asked.

"Who did you say you were?"

"A secret nudist who really wants the Doctor to see me naked-"

"Ah! Of course, a truth field!" the Doctor interjected. I haven't seen a truth field in years."

"No one can lie in this town," the old man informed them, amused by the flustered, naked girl. "Especially not this close to the tower."

"What's this town called?" the Doctor called out as the couple walked on.

"It's Christmas."

"It's July."

"No, the town. The town is called Christmas."

"H-how c-can a t-town b-be called C-Christmas?"

"I don't know, how can an island be called Easter? Maybe it's just nice here."

Clara bowed her head and kept close to the Doctor as they entered the town. She silently prayed that public nudity wasn't a strange concept to the townsfolk, and that they would soon stop staring at the newcomers. She also hoped one of them would offer her clothing; surely they couldn't all be as naive as the Doctor?!

When they stepped into the tower, Clara looked down at her feet, and wiggled her bare toes. She could definitely SEE her feet...she just couldn't feel them!

Clara turned away from the Doctor to brush flakes of snow off her shoulders and damp hair, and flick frozen water droplets out of her cleavage.

"There you are. What took you so long?"

Glancing over her bare shoulder (another unneeded reminder of her nudity), Clara saw the Doctor crouched down and examining a crack in the brick wall.

"W-what i-is i-it?" the cold girl asked through chattering teeth. She'd travelled with the Doctor long enough to know that it wouldn't just be a crack in the wall.

"A split in the skin of reality...and someone is trying to break through. Handles said Gallifrey..."

Clara jumped as a booming voice echoed out of the night sky.

"Doctor who? Doctor who? Doctor who? Doctor who?"

"A question only I could answer, in a truth field," the Doctor sighed. "If I give my answer, they'll know they've found the right place, and the Timelords will come through."

"T-that's good news, right?" Clara asked.

"Err...Clara, I need you to take this to the TARDIS," the Doctor instructed her, pulling a small device out of his pocket. Clara experienced a sudden desire to have pockets, because it would have meant that she was wearing something.

She briefly flashed her boobs as she closed her fingers around the device.

"W-what's h-happening?"

"Hell. That's what happens if the Timelords return. Now please, Clara, return to the TARDIS, and do what I say."

The naked girl wasn't about to complain about returning to the privacy of their time machine. Her mind had already turned to thoughts of pulling on her clothes.

Turning her bare feet, Clara retraced their steps.

She'd never had a great desire to go streaking, and certainly not in sub-zero temperatures on an alien planet, so took no pleasure at the cold air on her bare skin.

Even though she had crossed her arms over her torso, her chest still bounced around, her efforts to keep her anatomy under control proving to be in vain. Perspiration was soon forming, and subsequently freezing, on her bare skin, and it wasn't long before Clara was panting.

The brunette fell through the doors of the TARDIS and staggered up to the console. Unable to feel her fingers, Clara fumbled for a few moments to drop the device into the correct slot.

The moment she did, the time machine began whirring. The nude girl gripped tightly to the console. As soon as they stopped moving, Clara hurried back down the gangway, her bare feet echoing off the metal floor.

But rather than landing in snow, her bare soles touched down on grass.

She was back home. The chill of the December breeze was mild compared to the biting chill of where she'd just been.

"Oh no you don't!" Clara spun around on her bare feet, sprinting back to the TARDIS as it started to de-materialise. Not only had the Doctor sent her away, he had stranded her without clothes close to people who knew her. She did NOT want her neighbours to start thinking that she was a nudist! Why did she keep forgetting to put clothes on?!

She **** the TARDIS key back in the lock, but a second later, the time machine, and the naked girl, disappeared.