Clara returns to the Doctor

"...I'm just saying, I've got no problem with Clara being an exhibitionist, but Christmas Day is a time for family, not for running around naked."

Clara was sitting at the kitchen table, face buried in her hands.

Despite trying to sneak back inside undetected, her mother had burst into Clara's bedroom to find her daughter sitting on the edge of the bed, crying, and stark naked.

Unable to tell the truth (how do you begin to explain what a dalek is?!), the brunette fumbled an improvised lie about her nudist boyfriend breaking up with her. Their raised voices attracted her father, which was a whole different level of embarrassment. She managed to grab a pillow and hug it to her torso, but not before she'd flashed him.

After a long body confidence talk with her mum that left Clara feeling very self-conscious, she was finally able to dress.

"Mum, can we please stop talking about it now?" Clara wailed. She'd never live this down! What Clara really wanted was to ask her family to leave, strip naked, and sit in a warm shower for the next three days, or until she drowned herself.

Clara's ears pricked up when she recognised that familiar groaning noise.

"Clara, where are you going now?!"

But Clara had already disappeared out the front door, and was hurrying downstairs.

"Nice to see you've got some clothes on this time, Miss Oswald."

"I preferred you naked, it suits you better!"

The brunette ignored all the comments directed to her as she ran past, and had the uncomfortable knowledge that her neighbours had seen her nude form.

She sprinted across the grass and into the TARDIS. But it wasn't the Doctor behind the controls.

"You can fly the TARDIS?"

"Flying the TARDIS was always easy. It was flying the Doctor that I never quite mastered."

"What happened to him?" Clara asked. It felt odd to be around the space nun and wearing clothes.

xxx

The village looked very different to the last time Clara had seen it.

Buildings were on fire, and people were running to and fro chaotically.

"What should I do?" Clara asked, shivering.

"Go to him."

Clara took a step forward, but Tasha pushed her back.

"I said go to him. JUST you. He needs to see YOU."

"No!" Clara blushed. "It's freezing out there!"

Tasha held Clara's face in her hands and smiled.

"He's a dying man, who deserves to see a beautiful, naked young woman one more time."

"But-"

Clara's protest was replaced with a gasp as Tasha began unbuttoning her blouse.

"I can do it!" the brunette argued; if she had to be naked, it was going to be on her terms.

Tasha watched Clara as she undressed, but for once, didn't make any lewd remarks. When the girl was nude and **** to leave the TARDIS, Tasha gave her an encouraging push in the back until she stumbled forward into the snow.

xxx

The town looked very different from the last time she had been there.

Buildings were on fire, and the few people she did see were running past, looking panicked. Looking up, Clara could see the Dalek fleet filling the sky above.

Hugging her chest, the shivering girl hurried through the snow, already losing sensation in her bare feet and lower legs.

The townsfolk were too preoccupied to bother with the naked brunette; if they weren't going to offer Clara clothing when she was the centre of attention, they were hardly going to do so now.

Clara took a few moments to brush snow off her bare shoulders and breasts after stepping inside the tower. She clapped her hands to her mouth when she saw the Doctor.

He looked OLD. She didn't know how many hundreds of years had passed, but she knew he would have regenerated if he could; the Doctor was dying.

"H-hello, D-Doctor," Clara announced herself through chattering teeth.

The elderly timelord looked around and smiled when he saw her.

"Clara. Were you always so...perky?"

The brunette realised with a fright that she was flashing her cold, erect boobs. A quiet slap of skin to skin followed as she threw her arms across her torso, amusing the Doctor.

"Ah, yes," the timelord said, remembering. "I'd forgotten how funny you were about being naked."

"I still am..." she mumbled, inching closer to his fire.

Their reunion was interrupted by a voice booming out from the Dalek mothership.

"Doctor! The Daleks require the Doctor!"

A young man burst into the tower, momentarily taken aback by the naked girl who screamed and turned away from him.

"They're here. The Daleks, we can't stop them. They're here for you."

"It's OK, Barnable," the Doctor reassured him. "I've got a plan."

After the man had departed, Clara offered a bare arm to help the Doctor to his feet.

"I haven't got a plan," he admitted. "They just love it when I say that."

"Why don't you leave?" Clara asked, **** to save her friend. "The TARDIS is outside, we could just-"

"No. We saw the future, Clara. This is how it ends."

His eyes fell to her chest, which the brunette had been **** to expose.

"Thank you for showing me this, one final time," he said, gesturing to her bare body. "Now, promise me you'll stay here. Let me keep you safe."

Clara pleaded for him to change his mind, but the Doctor hobbled away on his walking stick, and began to climb the stairs to the top of the tower.

Curious, the naked brunette stood in the doorway and looked out when she heard the Doctor conversing with his oldest enemy. She couldn't make out the words, but she could tell that something strange was happening.

Clara stumbled backwards as a huge explosion rocked the tower and a shockwave rippled out across the countryside. After recovering her footing, she saw the remaining Daleks explode. She shielded her eyes as a bright light arced down from the tower.

Another quake threw her backwards; she landed painfully, and a few moments later, fainted.