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The circuits of the Vortex Manipulator were fried, one hop through time and it seemed the device didn’t have any more life left in it. She shouldn’t have been surprised, especially considering she had traded her ship for it with a man she didn’t know. At least she had made one trip though, but where she had ended up she was not entirely sure; the place was nice, and from what she could see there were human inhabitants.

The former blonde cautiously stepped from her hiding place, her eyes searched the hall as she tugged on the jacket she had borrowed – found in one of the closets nearby. Jenny turned to make her way down the hall, swiftly coming to a halt as she came face-to-face with a man. Something about him caused the hair to raise on the back of her neck, but she wasn’t entire sure why.

   “ why is it that humans always think they’re so charming, ” muttered the master. though he said it as though he was speaking to himself, he did so loudly enough to be sure she would hear him. the more he dealt with the egotistic, over-indulgent little earthlings. the more he came to realize just why the place was so frequently invaded. even a human that the doctor had deemed worthy of friendship ( at this thought, the master couldn’t help but sigh disgustedly ) could effortlessly get on his nerves.

   “ it’s a wonder no one’s blown your petty little planet up yet. ”

Her Tardis was being a right cow, stubbornly refusing to leave the planet she was currently on. And she really didn’t know what planet that was actually. Boot clad feet brave the outside world and find - Earth? Her brow furrows, turning in a complete circle and finding herself in a junk heap. A crumpled poster beneath her foot reads  ❛ VOTE SAXON ☒ ❜  and it tickles the back of her mind as something vaguely familiar. 

Bourbon gaze studies the mounds of dirt around her and find HIM. The Doctor, the one from the day of three Doctors too many. All sticky upp-y hair and nice smiles and - oh no, she shouldn’t be here. It’s too cluttered and too not her time period. She turns back to her Tardis and finds a man leaning against the door, she starts at the sight of him. He’s average enough, blond, his features very ❛ cat got the canary. ❜ Bourbon hues finds his and she’s suddenly hit with realization - those eyes. She KNOWS those eyes. 

❝ —- Hello, um, I’m Clara. Clara Oswald. And If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to get back into my diner. ❞ Delicate hands tremble at her sides, hidden as she shoves them into her hoodie pockets. 

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