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Rose tried her best to glare at Adam, though the tight grip on her arm caused her glare to falter, and soon crumble into a pained gasp. She roughly jerked her arm away, massaging the new bruise that would surely form in a couple of days. She understood his threat however, and understood it perfectly clear.

Hesitantly, Rose nodded.

When Adam walked away, she let out a shaky, almost teary breath, before she composed herself and quickly pulled her sleeve down and entered the room, smiling weakly at Clara.

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Clara flinched when Jimmy took a step closer to her, but didn’t back down, holding his gaze. He smelled of stale beer and cheap liqour, and it set her teeth on edge. She was properly scared, and she felt like she should be, but she held it back, tightening her jaw.

Her eyes widened when she heard Rose speak, and she shot her a warning glance. She had to deal with this enough already, she didn’t need to be provoking his wrath further. She was brave, she could handle him, one way or another.

“You think you’re so great because you think you have power.” She accused, although she was scared out of her wits. She was either extremely brave, or an idiot.

“Just leave her alone, you bloody coward.”

Rose's eyes also widened when Clara spoke, but she didn't speak up this time. That warning glance the woman gave her... well, it wasn't like she was going to listen before but now? Now that she'd said those things to Jimmy, now that Rose could see him tensing up- no. Rose would simply wait and be ready to do something should something need done, and she had a feeling something would definitely need done.

Jimmy snorted out a laugh, but his stance tensed up, his hands clenched into fists at his sides and he lifted both eyebrows as though he had expected this Clara to actually behave herself. Now he had even more of a reason to teach this stranger in his home a lesson. "Well look who has me all sorted out. A coward? Seems t'me I'm not the one scared shitless right now, Clarabelle."

He stepped closer, coming within a few centimeters of the girl and staring down at her with cold, dead eyes, the scent of alcohol so overwhelming it was clear that he wouldn't remember this in the morning. "Maybe you want to be taught a lesson, Clarabelle, is that it? You like playing rough?"

Rose swallowed thickly and looked around behind her for something, anything that might help if Jimmy decided to hurt Clara. Something to hit him with, something to even out the situation. The only thing she could see was an umbrella perched against the wall- a big, golf umbrella. She sidled backward slowly so Jimmy wouldn't notice, putting that umbrella within reach, just in case.

     “ that’s because -- ” a yawn cut off his sentence, so he seized the opportunity to stretch for a moment and rested his own arm over clara’s. “ -- i should’ve been back at work about twelve hours ago. five more minutes on top of that isn’t going to make too much of a difference. ”

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Rose was beginning to lose hope that she would ever find the TARDIS and her proper universe. Though, she was fairly sure from the vector readings on her Void walker that she had finally found the latter. Trouble was, she had no idea where she was. The Void was long and aimless and she had been lucky enough thus far to find planets that had environments amenable to a human’s -- or near human -- biochemistry. 

Still, apart from the fact that there was breathable air and no apparent radiation or toxins, Rose Tyler had no clue where she was. Letting out a deep sigh, she shoved her sonic pen as deep into her pocket as she could and then started shuffling off toward what looked like a bustling marketplace. She could do with a hot meal, and possibly a wash and some decent sleep. After a glance around to confirm that the shopkeepers here did, in fact, accept credit sticks, Rose pulled out her sonic again along with a spare empty credit stick that she kept handy and filled it up at a nearby port. 

As she was meandering around, trying to determine what would be safest and most... comforting to eat, she felt a tickle along the edges of her mind. Suddenly alert, Rose raised her mental shields, her eyes flicking around to see who the telepath might be. In her travels she hadn’t met many, and only a few had been hostile, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Seeing nobody who was paying undue attention to her, she narrowed her eyes and pushed her hands deep into her pockets again, keeping her head down as she bustled along with everyone else. 

          This monster was something so new and unfamiliar that Castiel had found himself incredibly frustrated -- mostly at his own confusion. So there he stood, staring at the thing, angel blade hanging idly from his hand. He had tried stabbing it -- that had done absolutely nothing. He had tried talking to it (that had been before the stabbing), absolutely nothing. Was it even alive?

          Cas took a confused step closer, narrowing his already narrowed eyes even further. “Is someone messing with me?”

          Because it looked like a statue of an angel. He wouldn’t have looked at it twice if it wasn’t for the fact that it had moved, more than once. Granted, he had not actually seen it move -- but it had changed its position, expression, even. Was he losing his mind here? It was made of stone! It wasn’t haunted. And he was able to sense... something, as if the statue itself had been alive. But that was a very absurd thought. Maybe he just... wasn’t built for this, actual hunting. But what else was there for him now? Dean, Sam, they were... arrested and no one knew where they were being held. He couldn’t help them directly so the least he could do was to try to... hunt. But he was no hunter, he was an angel. He kept failing. Maybe it was time to contact Mary... but he didn’t want to bother her, either. She had her own thing going on, and she was actually good at her job.

          Cas turned to glance around him. Not a soul in sight. He turned back towards the----

          Hastily, Castiel took a startled step backwards, nearly stumbling, blue eyes now wide, instinctively raising the angel blade upwards again. The statue -- it had moved again. Towards him.

          It was smiling.

Clara panted, her cheeks heated, her back flush against the wall. She was pinned, unable to move, The Professor’s hands at her wrists, tight, but not too tight. It was perfect, in a way. She was sure there was a purpling mark on her neck where he had bit her. She would have to cover that up for work.

“With the way you’re goin’ at it, can you blame me for gettin’ all bothered?”

“I had been WAITING for you to ASK, twat.”

Not in front of their colleagues, of course, but that made it even better!

Oh, and she didn’t give you the stapler back.