#tim lunn

“Don’t kiss me; morning breath,” the Doctor said as hepopped out of the high-tech coffin. Scrambling to his feet, he led his smallgroup of non-pudding-brains and Clara to the control room and plugged his sonicsunglasses into the main computer hub. After watching the door to the faradaycage close on the monitor, he turned around to grin smugly, only to be caughtoff-guard by Clara grabbing him by lapels of his coat and pulling him downtowards her. She pressed their lips together fiercely, which only made himstumble backwards in shock once she let go.

“Don’t you ever do that again,” she breathed, lookingsignificantly less put-out than her words suggested. “I thought you were gone…”

“So did I, for a moment,” he replied. He caught Cass andLunn signing at one another out of the corner of his eye and scowled at them. “Aren’tthe two of you rude gossips.”

“We’re not rude,” Lunn said, signing at Cass simultaneously.“If anyone here is rude, you are.”

“I’m Scottish now—I reserve the right to be rude if I want,”the Doctor huffed. He watched Lunn translate and Cass frown back at him. “What?I’m not wrong. I just saved us all!”

“Alice wasn’t rude,” Lunn translated. That made the Doctorlift his eyebrow.

“Alice?”

“O’Donnell,” Lunn sighed, having stopped signing. “That washer name. Did you forget already?”

“You try running about through time and space while keepingtrack of your Alices and see how you fare,” the Doctor defended. He glancedover at Clara and shrugged, to which her only response was to look at himflatly.

“Down Doctor,” she said. Clara then glanced over towardsLunn and Cass, eyes full of concern. “You might want to go back to where theTARDIS last sat—Bennett should be in, if my hunch is correct and the Doctor putthe TARDIS on auto-pilot.” Lunn nodded, signed quickly, and the two left, withClara grabbing the Doctor’s arm when he attempted to follow. “Nuh-uh. You’restaying here.”

“It’s my TARDIS,” he argued.

“…and if my hunch is correct, which it often is about thesethings, then you are probably one of the last people that Bennett wants to seewhen exiting the TARDIS, considering how O’Donnell is now dead.”

“Oh… yes, that could be a problem.” He bit on the side ofhis finger in thought, his eyes returning towards Clara’s face. She wassmirking at him, which confused the Time Lord. “What? What’s that look for?”

“You and your stupid, clever plan.”

“How can a plan be both stupid and clever, Clara? That doesn’t make sense.”

“It’s called ‘shut upand kiss me’,” she explained, taking a step closer to him. She put herhands on his chest and leaned into him, grinning inwardly as he draped himselfaround her and bent down into a kiss.

Humming in satisfaction, the Doctor lifted Clara by herbottom and set her down on the table, making it easier for them to kiss withouttoo much bending and stretching getting in the way. Keeping one hand on herhip, he moved the other to her face, brushing her cheek with the pad of histhumb.

“You were all I thought about in there,” he admitted betweenkisses. “A hundred-fifty years and all I wanted was to see you again.”

“What an honor,” she chuckled against his mouth. “Youthought of nothing else but me? Ifind that hard to believe.”

“I have multiple layers of thought, Clara; one was dedicatedto you at all times.” He squirmed slightly as her arms found their way acrosshis middle, underneath layers of clothes. Wait, when was his sweatshirtunzipped? It did not matter though, as it was Clara who was there, and that, atleast, was a comfort. He felt her legs squeeze his sides and he knew instinctivelywhat was coming later on in the privacy of the TARDIS, or even her flat.

“Umm… Doctor…?” The two looked over towards the door to seeCass and Lunn standing there once again, seemingly rather embarrassed over whatthey stumbled in on. “Bennett’s over by the faraday cage; he said he wanted tosee O’Donnell before seeing you.”

“Sounds good,” he shrugged, taking a healthy step away fromClara. He then took his sunglasses from the console and put them on, beginningto search through the database for a specific program. “Well, time to eraseyour memories.”

“Whoa, wait, what?!” Lunn gasped. He signed the informationto Cass and she flipped the Doctor two fingers—sign language that they allunderstood.

“Your memory of the writing, so that this sort of thingdoesn’t happen again,” the Doctor said. “I wrote the programming while I was inthe coffin… just trust me. Here—I’ll demonstrate on Clara first.”

Lunn interpreted for Cass’s benefit, and laughed at herresponse. <If he’ll do something tohis waifu, then it has to be safe.>

“What was that?” the Doctor wondered. He was having Clarasit down on a chair, placing the sonic sunglasses on her face.