InsaneJournal

It'd been an odd sort of time, what with one thing and another, and despite having the TARDIS in reasonably-working order The Doctor couldn't help feel incomplete. To be fair, it wasn't just being a girl that had left him feeling like that, but it did seem his emotions were more heightened than usual. He'd been in a rut. Not something he was usually prone to, and it took his precious blue boxes arrival to make it clear that he needed a change. Ghost-walks had, initially, been fun but they got old once you'd told the stories a few times and made a few small people check the shadows around them. He'd never let the kids go home scared, but one or two of the parents had definitely deserved the heebie-jeebies he'd delivered.

It was time for a change, though, and his trip out with Rose and Jack had taught him something he hadn't realised until that point. He'd learned to rely on Clara, since they'd been taken together. The Doctor might not have found this companion during this regeneration, but she had become the rock he'd learned to lean on. So when he showed up for his first day at The Cupcakery, he wasn't sure what surprised her more. That he'd chosen to help her bake, or his new girl-shape. Actually, it was likely to be his desire to bake. Clara could handle pretty much everything else this place threw her way, but him as her assistant? That would be interesting, to say the least.

The Doctor hitched his coat around his smaller shoulders, the thing almost drowning him. "So, where do we start, then? Show me around, boss," he gave her a grin, "oh come on, don't look at me like that! I promise, I'm not here to throw you off your baking game, or tamper with the merchandise. I just thought it would be, you know, fun!" He had lashes to bat now, and he put them to excellent use. "Why couldn't my clothes have shrunk to fit, like they did when I became a foot-tall-Doctor?" he grumbled to himself. "If you had more trousers, I'd have asked to borrow them," he grinned at his companion, "and though River definitely has them, I'm not sure I'd like the reaction if I tried to get into her pants! She might take it as a marriage proposal," he was more than a little confused by that appearance. "How are you doing with it all?" He asked Clara, "I mean, you've had to face aspects of my past before, but not quite on this scale."