#mycompromise

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“Okay class, remember that tomorrow we’ll have our new student teacher in with us, so please be on your best behavior!”

Clara dismissed her students with the bell, hanging back to answer a few student questions and gather her things. She made sure the room was clean and tidy and wrote the name of the new teacher on the board below her own before heading home for the evening.

In the morning she packed her things and went to work, waiting anxiously in her classroom for the new teacher to arrive. The headmaster brought him in and she studied him with her eyes. He was tall and lanky and his eyes lit up when he smiled as if he had a secret he wasn’t planning to share. He wore a purple coat and a bow tie and she knew the kids would eat that up with a spoon.

    He knew better than to get distracted when weeping angels posed a threat. Lost in his own thoughts, had he kept his gaze on his shoes a moment longer it would have been lights out for him. Now safe and secure, Prescott sits uncomfortably on the rooftop overlooking the city. He didn’t want to disappoint The Doctor by telling her what was really going on -- because giving her half the truth was just as bad as lying. 

            older  eyes  glare  back,  nimble  fingers  defiantly  straightening  dark  red  bow  tie  .        “  i  changed  .  what’s  so  wrong  about  that  ?  ”        the  question  is  put  out  there  like  a  test  .        “  i  haven’t  been  you  for  a  very  long  time  &  i  don’t  see  that  as  a  BAD  THING  .  for  starters,  you  don’t  even  wear  a  tie  !  how  can  anyone  take  you  seriously  if  you’re  not  wearing  a  tie  .  ”

   “Crowley?”

 He wasn’t sure at first, catching sight of a tall, thin figure with short hair and sharp cheekbones. The angel couldn’t help but spot those features instantly out of all the people milling around the park, but when the man turned around he was certain, smiling brightly and giving him an enthusiastic little wave.

 Aziraphale cut across the grass towards him- technically it was only the corner of the grass he assured himself as he glanced over the little sign firmly dictating that the grass was to be left alone. But as he got closer he realised that Crowley looked different, and not just his usual different, but-

 He wasn’t wearing any lenses. Out in public.

   “Oh my word, you look so- so human. Did you change your eyes?” He asked, scanning the others face as he finally got close enough. Then he gasped, reaching out without thinking to Crowley’s temple- his fingers just grazed the skin when he caught a hold of himself and retracted the hand sharply, looking vaguely embarrassed.

 The teeny little snake. It had always been there, always. But it was gone.

     Peter has been getting a weird prickling from his senses for the past five minutes because he can’t see something. But he can. He just keeps looking away from it. He’s walking towards it: a blue box. A blue box with the doors wide open. A blue box that he watches a guy go inside. He wants to get to the bottom of the weird vibe it gives off so he darts towards it, quickly and silently as he can, and slips inside just as the wooden doors slam shut. He’s turned around abruptly to look back at the doors, eyes wide open. They closed on their own! Soon enough, though, his attention is drawn to the sound that the box is making, and it occurs to his slow brain that the man who’d walked in first should have noticed him. His ears become acutely aware of a wheezing noise and finally the mutant boy whips around, eyes blown wide open as he takes in the sight of the inside of this “little blue box”.

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Having her oldest children in bed; Kira senses the Doctor at the doorway of the nursery.

Glancing up, she looks away from her newest daughter to her husband.

“Hey.” Kira says softly.