Author's Notes:
Written for Challenge 421: Squash at dw100.

Clara, Twelfth Doctor.

Summary: Hiding from aliens can be an uncomfortable experience.

Why was it when a hiding place was needed the only spot to be found was too small for two people? Clara wondered as the Doctor shoved her inside the alien equivalent of a broom cupboard, squeezed in behind her and silently closed the door. Squashed into a corner with what was presumably cleaning equipment digging into her side and the Doctor’s bony body crammed up against the other, she could barely breathe.

Voices came from outside.

“What about the closet?”

“Don’t be daft; they’d never fit in there!”

The Doctor smirked. “Told you they’d never find us in here!

The End