Word Count: 4632
Author's Summary: "Honestly, Charley, I leave you alone for one afternoon and you get arrested for grand larceny!" Charley was just minding her own business in the lobby of the Hotel Delilah when a perfect stranger took her by the arm and declared that they were married. Now she's fallen in with a jewel thief and things are getting very silly indeed.
Characters/Pairings: Charley Pollard/Clara Oswald, Eighth Doctor
Recced because: It has Clara, Charley, fake relationships, and a jewel heist and it’s every bit as much fun as that sounds. Do I really need to say more? Don’t walk, run; it's a joy…
Have a snippet:
When the Doctor finally got around to showing his face, Charley was going to give him a piece of her mind. She had it all planned out. ‘Oh, Charley, you’ll be dreadfully bored coming with me to see Professor What’s-his-face. Go and make your own fun. But oh! Be sure to meet me at five o’clock sharp in the hotel lobby. We simplymust eat dinner at the Hotel Delilah. Don’t be late! We need to miss the dinner rush if we want to get a table.’ Well, Doctor, I waited over an hour, and where were you? Probably off chin-wagging with that professor-friend of yours, that’s where. Or perhaps you got distracted by a pretty butterfly and wandered off.
Charley kicked her feet against the floor and got up to do another lap of the busy lobby, dodging around the technicolour guests. She halted in front of the glass-faced clock and glowered up at its glistening hands. Quarter past six, and still no Doctor. Glancing up into the dining room, she reckoned the dinner rush had already started.
And now I’m bored, and hungry, and you know how I get when I’m hungry. So this place had better be worth it, or, or — but of course, it would turn out the Doctor had been kidnapped by killer robots, or waylaid by a mysterious damsel in distress, or arrested for loitering. He probably had a perfectly good excuse for leaving Charley to kick her heels in the lobby of the Hotel Delilah. That was the worst of it. So I shan’t talk to you. I shall be silent all through dinner. If you want to talk to me you’ll have to speak through the waiter.