f a n t a s m i c

I’m the Impossible Girl, and my story is done.

Vastra: You thought he was young? Clara: He looked young. Vastra: He looked like your dashing young gentleman friend; your lover, even. Clara: Shut up. Vastra: But he is the Doctor. He has walked this universe for centuries untold. He has seen stars fall to dust. You might as well flirt with a mountain range.

I bet these memories follow you around

Inspired by petercapaldme's Amentia Ambitiosa. 

Daily Jenna Coleman photo of the day! Jenna on set of the 2013 Christmas special “Time Of The Doctor”

stunning.

Hang on… three of you in one cell and none of you thought to try the door?

     ”    What ?? “

"Who are you?" Normally Clara wouldn't have been so snappy, but she was being faced with somebody that looked exactly like her -- she wasn't sure if everybody had a double or if she was just very unlucky. She was alone in the TARDIS, the  Doctor having left to... do... something. Now here she was, staring at h e r s e l f  with no idea how to handle this situation.  She shifted her weight side to side uneasily and tried to think of something to say. She might've been dreaming? No, this didn't feel the same.  Must just be one of those "timey wimey" things.

  "I don’t need to be thanked." He said with a soft chuckle “It’s certainly  easier with the laws of time and space on your side, but really. I’m just—- I’m just carrying on the family business. Every year my elves work their tiny butts off in two factories to make sure children get toys, and their dedication and loyalty is all I could ask for. I  really couldn’t do any of this without them. I mean, I can make toys but not like they can… Their nimble little fingers are perfect for the job.”  He rocked on his heels again, his fingers clutching at the empty red velvet sack in his grip as he put his hands behind his back thoughtfully.  "Would you like to see it?" He uttered,  raising a single eyebrow in questioning; "Take a trip with me… If you want, of  course. I don’t want you to be sad; not on Christmas.”

"See it? You mean your workshop?" Of course Clara wanted to see it.  There was hardly anything she'd like more on Christmas. Of course, she'd have to change -- this was no good to go out into the snow in. But she was going to see Santa's workshop. Her mother would have liked to have been there. She wished she could have been. "I -- yes. Yes, please, yes." She had to force herself to stop saying yes. It was a little hard to stop herself from getting excited now. "... Do you really have a sleigh and eight reindeer?"

“Then come up with some way to get us outta this instead of talkin’.”

"Time machine... space ship... sorta left me behind." Testing the chains again, but finding them extremely sturdy and able to hold her small weight, Clara sighed. This was going to end very badly if they didn't figure a way out of here. But even then, how would they get out of here? And would they even escape? She had no way to know if he'd take her with him. She'd just have to hope he was some kind of decent. "If you've got any bright ideas, now might be a good time to share with the class. Did they take all of your weapons?"  She probably had a hair pin but getting it out of her hair would be a difficult task. She was good at picking locks, though. Had to be in her line of... well, it wasn't work, it was a hobby. 

"Mystique!" he called, waiting until the blue woman had emerged from the shadows before standing and continuing. "Our guest,” the word was said with just a bit more than a note of sarcasm, “will be staying in the empty holding cell on level six. And if you happen to see Sabertooth before I do, warn him to hide.”  The brute of a man was supposed to have been on guard. Incompetent animal! Before long, he’d be in a holding cell of his own… again.

"I really wouldn't if I was you. Holding cells don't do much to hold me. And you have no idea who you'd be messin' with. I don't know who you are but if you're important enough to have holding cells and... people called Sabertooth, do you really think I'd just come waltzin' in here expecting to kill you or some- thin'? I'm really not stupid." Clara kept her eyes fixed on the blue woman. It really didn't phase her as much anymore to see strange things. She admired them, but knew she'd probably seen ten things stranger than whatever she was being faced with. "My name's Clara Oswald. I -- don't know what the date is but I'm from the year 2014 and I've seen the Cold War, I've seen alien planets, and I've saved this planet at least six times. Holding cells won't do you much good, mate. I'll just find a way out and back to the Doctor."

                 He immediately stopped, turning around                  to peek at the screen over her shoulder.

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news but... it's at the end of the hall, about a hundred feet from us. Behind us."                                         She didn't dare move -- not to run, or turn around.                                         The sound of a low growl was all she needed to                                         tell her this was not going to be easy. It might've                                         been if the Doctor was here but he wasn't. She'd                                         have to do this by herself. All she had was a                                         professional. No Doctor, no TARDIS, no sonic.            A professional.

❝You comin’?❞

"You're actually asking?" In seconds, Clara was by his side, having dusted all the snow off her skirts. Her face was a mask of determination -- nobody threatened her city. She wasn't any sort of Victorian vigilante but she wasn't about to let the city burn or be tormented by a madman. Whoever that fellow was, whatever was going on between him and Mr. Smith, she wanted him g o n e.  "How d'you know where he's going?" She looked up at him, silently cursing the height difference. She was going to get a kink in her neck from lifting her chin to look at him all the time. "And while we're at it, you might as well tell me what's going on. I'm involved now."

A time traveler  and  not a Mutant;  the traveling companion  of a man  from another world.  "It’s December. December 28th, 1962. New York.” Pushing his chair back,  so as to give her room to do so, Charles invited her inside once more. "Please, do come in, you’ll fall ill. Besides, I’m sure you’re…  um…  not traveling alone and  this is  the only  place for  miles.  Your friend is  sure to  call here,  looking for you. No point to staying out in the cold, is there?”

"1962? Never thought I'd make it this far forward..." Albeit, not really that far, but she hadn't been on very many trips with the Doctor; time travel was still new and exciting to her. Realizing she'd let slip something, not knowing he already knew, she cleared her throat and stepped inside. "Thank you," she added quickly, glad to be in the warmth rather than the snow. "I hope so. If he  hasn't le - gotten lost, or something. He gets lost loads of times. Can't keep everything straight in that funny old head of his..." She looked around, spinning slightly to take in everything. It was so big -- like the Captain's home. She should be used to big places but it was lovelier than she'd seen in a long time. It was more homey than the TARDIS was. She would never feel entirely at home around so much machinery. "Pardon, I'm Clara. Clara Oswald."