Doctor Who?

Clara pushed through the crowds of students, feeling hands reaching out at her, grabbing at her buttocks and breasts, pinching and groping.

"No... get off... you're- you're all expelled!" she gasped. "Please stop?"

After what seemed like forever, Clara staggered to the edge of the playground, where she saw Rose waving to her from around the corner of another building. Grateful, Clara left her tormentors behind and hurried over to the other girls.

"Well, that was the most humiliating experience of my life!" Clara said.

"The most embarrassing moment so far." Amy replied, "I once got stripped naked in front of the entire galactic senate after a transporter malfunctioned..."

"I think it's at least even." Clara said. "Oh... your boob is out again."

"Oh, heck." Amy looked down at where her breast had slipped from her bra cup again, and she wrestled it back into place.

"What about this robot?" Clara asked, leaning against a wall and trying to slow her breathing and bring her face back to a normal shade.

"Well, about that..." Rose nodded towards the school's backup generator. A third robot was stood there, its arms hanging limply and smoke gently wafting from the body. As Clara watched open-mouthed, a blonde woman dressed in black cropped trousers with braces and a striped t-shirt stepped out from around it.

"Hello there." she smiled at them, "I'm the Doctor."

"You?" Clara and Amy exclaimed in unison.

"Yes, I sort of changed again." the Doctor shrugged. "And having a time machine and all, some times I cross through time I might already have been through. Did I say the word time too much?"

"But you can take me out of here?" Clara said, "Without anyone seeing me naked again?"

"No problem, let's hop in the TARDIS. Rose and Amy, you can jump in as well if you want. I just need... where did I put that screwdriver? Ah!" she spotted her handy tool lying at her feet, and bent over to grab it.

RIP!

"Oh, crikey." The Doctor straightened up quickly, grabbing at her backside, "I split my pants. I wonder if the sonic works on fabric?"

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A little while later, Amy and Rose had been dropped off at convenient locations for them, and only Clara was left with the Doctor in the TARDIS. Unfortunately, still naked.

"Sorry I don't have anything for you to wear," the Doctor explained, "I had to jettison the wardrobe room to escape a Cyberman vortex craft. I think it's still in orbit around Mars, I really ought to go back and pick it up."

"That's okay," Clara replied, "Just drop me off at home, I'll be fine."

"No problem. I still have it saved in the TARDIS circuits from all the times I used to pick you up from there." The Doctor worked a few more controls, "And... we've landed."

"Great, thanks for the save." Clara said.

"No problem. But I've got to dash, something odd happening around Venus, I ought to go check it out."

"Good luck with that." Clara pushed open the doors of the TARDIS and strode out, the sound of the TARDIS dematerialising echoing even as the door swung closed behind her, and a moment before Clara registered that her feet were not on her bedroom carpet, but instead on the now-familiar feel of tarmac.

It was then that she pondered that the Doctor had actually picked her up most not from home, but from work. So it made sense that on autopilot that's where it would drop her off...