#onebeatleft

❝ I can hear both of ya, y’know. Missy, you’re sharin’ and Clara, m’not goin’ dark. ❞

“Because as much as I hate it, it’s true. We do anything and we risk the fabric of time and space.” 

“I’m not taking them off. I don’t care how dark it is in here. The sunglasses stay on, Clara.”

“i don’t know.” she said honestly, hoping the doctor wasn’t angry with her. but he was quiet, & she never knew what to think when he was quiet. “i wanted to get my head around it first, understand what was going on, what was going to happen to me & then i just… i forgot. i thought maybe if i didn’t think about it i wouldn’t have to deal with it.”

clara waited a moment. the nausea had died down & she took a sip from her bottle of water. she was used to this routine in the morning now & could at least be prepared.

“if you want some space to take it all in that’s fine, just know that you’ve got to tell me what you think sometime soon.”

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This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Accidents like this didn’t happen to Theta.

Not because he didn’t have his frivolous mistakes, or spontaneous moments, but because theoretical science said it couldn’t happen.

Of course, he missed his long-gone family, and his granddaughter, but the idea of having another family (with a woman he did love) was a total and complete shock to his system.

So that’s why he was quiet.

And he was quiet some more when Clara finished in her explanation.

Thirty seconds passed, and in those seconds Theta leaned against the frame of her bathroom door, arms crossing to keep from any nervous fidgeting.

“...I think-“ he started, then scrapped that and began again after a deep breath, going slow to make sure he said the right thing, trying not to look upset - because he wasn’t.

Just caught off-guard.

@onebeatleft || NOW THIS IS AWKWARD

“you not going or something?” clara asked, raising an eyebrow towards her friend. “surely there’s all sorts of people that’d say yes - even if it’s just around the corner. anyone with a date would surely ditch them in favour of you.” she laughed, trying to hide the blush that rose on her cheeks. she didn’t want to come on too strong - worried she’d make her crush too obvious.

“danny asked me, danny pink, from hufflepuff.” she paused, before quickly adding, “i said no. i’m not going.”

Theta laid back, his tie so loose he barely remember he had it on he shrugged at the question in a ‘ i don’t know’  matter, before he heard the compliment, he couldn’t help but grin as huffed slightly “ oh you are just saying that because you are my friend. “ He truly hadn’t considered taking anyone but Clara and he planned on asking, not truly knowing when or if he should.

Danny Pink? He scoffed before rolling his eyes, when she revealed she didn’t plan on going his eyes widen slightly and turned to her before he cleared his throat 

@onebeatleft

“Me?“ the Doctor asked, taking a step back from the alien with the big gun. “M’no one. But her? You do not want to make that girl cross, believe me.” Moving over to stand behind Clara, the Doctor put a hand on Clara’s shoulder. “‘Cos when she’s cross... whole galaxies move out of her way, like doors. Like those little slidin’ doors, they have in shops. Or like,“ she tapped a foot against the floor, “an access hatch. Metaphor’s gettin’ away from me. Doesn’t really matter, wasn’t talkin’ to you anyway.” In a quick moment, she tucked her arm around Clara’s waist, and flashed the sonic down at the panel by their feet. 

clara held the back of her head, keeping pressure where it hurt the most to try & relieve some of the pain. the doctor’s words were panicked, but they were loud too - it sounded like she was screaming inside her head & she winced at the sound.

“came up behind me, barely saw it running away.” she admitted, wishing she’d seen more. “it was tall & long, & whatever it hit me with was furry or hairy or something. i don’t remember anything else.”

”That’s fine, we can worry ‘bout that later.” The Doctor knelt beside her, gently starting to look her wounds over. Or, rather, wound. Whatever had got her, it didn’t seem to want to fatally hurt her. Although it had gotten her on the back of the head, the blow seemed more accidental than malicious.