TARDIS pranks

Clara ran her hands through her hair, untangling it. She was never going to get used to the hair products the ship had on offer, all manner of things from alien civilisations. At least, according to the bottle, she'd be fine if she spontaneously sprouted feathers. (According to the Doctor, that wasn't unknown. She wasn't sure she wanted to ask).

Still there were some advantages. Rather than needing a towel she could dry instantly with some kind of sonic pad in her room, once she got out of the shower. Did mean she wouldn't have to wander around for a few minutes and just hope the Doctor didn't land them in the middle of another adventure while she was like that. Again.

(She didn't care how effective a towel had been at blocking a Dalek's eyestalk, she was never doing that again).

She exhaled, and stepped out of the shower, shaking off the droplets. She walked out the door-

And faltered. Wait, this wasn't her room. Had she taken a wrong turn-

Wait, how was she meant to take a wrong turn out of an en suite? Clara frowned and turned right back around, walking through the doorway she'd just passed through.

She went from a corridor into another corridor. Clara blinked. And, slowly, remembered that she was still naked from her shower; awkwardly she looked around, half-raising her arms. What-

There was little sound beyond the gentle thrum of the TARDIS. She'd tuned it out by now, but there was something... more to it, a slight grinding, a slight strain to the hum. Clara slowly shifted.

She and the TARDIS hadn't always gotten on, she was well aware of that. It had spent a bit of time stealing her bedroom, a while back, and kept beeping in protestation at her. Somehow she'd thought they'd gotten past all that, but apparently not.

"Seriously?!" Clara said. "Again?!"

The TARDIS beeped, apparently proud of herself.

The door behind Clara shut suddenly. Clara jumped, turning around to knock on it futilely.

Droplets of water trickled down her bare back, down between the cheeks of her ass, before being flung off her body by the **** of her knocks. Not like she even knew why she was knocking, who knew where that door would lead?

Uncertain, Clara took a few steps back. So the TARDIS was rearranging her interior, she'd always known the ship could do that, so literally any direction could end up anywhere. She wouldn't be heading back to her room, or indeed anyone's room, unless the TARDIS wanted it.

"Ok, very funny," Clara said, not wanting to raised her voice too much in case someone overheard. "But as if you hadn't noticed, kinda naked now, not the best time for your games!"

The door didn't move. Clara swallowed, and started to head off down the hallway, bare feet pettering quickly against the TARDIS floor. She awkwardly crossed her arms over her bare chest, silently praying she didn't run into anyone.