❛ bit much, don't you reckon? you don't have to k i l l him. ❜
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But I’m only Human Aɴᴅ I ʙʟᴇᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ I ғᴀʟʟ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴵ’ᵐ ᵒᶰˡʸ ʰᵘᵐᵃᶰ Ａｎｄ Ｉ ｃｒａｓｈ ａｎｄ Ｉ ｂｒｅａｋ ｄｏｗｎ
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traveling with the doctor is a little bit of everything. adventurous, puzzling, dangerous & romantic ( well, not really that last bit un- less rory’s around ) ; everything little amelia pond had hoped it would be. but, like all dreamers who’s dreams come true, some- times they can become overwhelming. which is why she now sat on her front porch, drinking lemonade like some old spinster with cats. amy was on holiday — well, a holiday from herholidaywith the doctor. but that didn’t mean she couldn’t see things out of the ordinary and the short, brunette stumbling about did not look or- dinary at all.
’ you’re in leadworth. though, by the looks of it, tellin’ ya that isn’t going to help you much. ‘
the face is a bit too familiar. wisps of ginger hair that her eyes should
have never seen at least, not in person. voice catches in her
throat, all she can do not to stare. ( or let her eyes wander down to
the unbelievably long legs she knows exist ) did he think himself
funny? or had he simply not been paying attention again? nervous
fingers tap on the inside of her elbow, an OLD habit to try & ease her
mind. still, she couldn't bring herself to speak. words were lost to
her. an english teacher who can't speak, what a laugh.
❛ right. course.not london then. sorry. friend of mine can't really drive. should be used to gettin' lost by now. ❜
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while the time lord had been hoping for a younger body this time around — because all that running while your body physically feels like a fifty-year-old human’s is not ideal — from the way he feels and clara’s comment, this may just be his youngest body yet. horror paints his new features as hands wander. his usual check. except more desperate.
“clara, i’m not a t e e n a g e r , am i? —…and american! huh. that’s new.”
it's a true challenge for the once impossible girl to bite back her laughter as she watches his reaction. did he not have a mirror in that big old ship of his? or had he been too busy running about, getting himself into t r o u b l e?
❛ not sure. look a bit like my students. still can't choose your face then? ❜
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the conversation is too calm for him, too boring. she doesn’t talk to him like this on a normal day and so he’s wary of her motives. his gaze remains on her and his hand moves to the glasses he still insists on wearing. he takes them off and sets them aside on top of his book in a neat pile. he’s wondering what she’s come to talk about. is it going to be a discussion about morality again? a plea to take her home because she’s become frightened of him? or something altogether different? the questions rage a war in his head, but his face only shows kindness and adoration toward her. he’s mastered this concept of what she wants ; a boyfriend. that’s how she views him, a lover of sorts, and he’s okay with that, he can use that to his own advantage. she may very well see the things he does, but he’ll keep her on his side with his smiles.
❛❛ nothing that exciting, really, just a manual. you can give it a lookif you want, i mean. ❜❜
he slips the glasses from the book so they land smoothly on the stair and he holds it out toward her. it’s a manual about a ship fro m the future and he doubts she’ll find it interesting, but he’s making it clear that he’s willing to share his knowledge with her.
brown hues follow the trail of the glasses down to the stair, watching
them as if they hold the answers she's looking for. a SILLY notion.
it's silly to believe she's ever going to find answers. the questions
that repeat in her mind aren't meant to be solved. they're the only
things that keep her S A N E. the hope of answer. the hope of a
solution to the problem in front of her. problem. her mind jumps & she
can't help but wonder when she started to view him as a problem. has
the way she looks at him really changed that much? he was still the
doctor her doctor. somewhere, under all that rage. she couldn't let
go of that. and as her eyes slowly climbed back up the his face, the
face that she sees in her dreams, that flicker of hope is rekindled. for
he still looks kind. he looks at her the way he always has. & maybe it's
a trick, meant to b r e a k her when the time was right, but she
doesn't believe he could look at her that way if he wasn't still, to some
degree, the man who had captivated her so long ago. he had to be.
❛ you? you kept a manual? thought you didn't like them. ❜
she waves a hand dismissively in the air. it's probably in some alien language she doesn't understand. & she's not sure he has the patience anymore to teach her. but still. feet carry her a step closer. it's a waste of time, to continuously search for answers. she can't help herself. along the way it's become habit. she tells herself that it's a waste. there AREN'T answers. but she still looks. allows the small smile that's laced with exhaustion to crawl on her lips. eyes nearly boring holes into his face. as if, by some miracle, she'll be satisfied.
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her eyes widen at the sound of her own voice and she flips around to be staring at herself. perhaps this is another paradox or something of the sort. her mouth opens slightly, then closes, then opens again so she can speak mindfully.
❝ i think the better question is why and how are you here because i’ve been sleepin’ just fine and you look like an absolute wreck. oi - i didn’t know i could even get circles like that under my eyes. ❞
it shouldn't be shock that clouds over her features, but she can't help it. she should know herself better than that. but there's still a small scoff that falls from her lips before they tug into a straight line. dealing with her own attitude, easy. explainin' what happened? that was the tricky part.
❛❛ oi ! watch your mouth. could be y o u r future after all. these bags are going to be yours. —————- not really sure how i got here. took a wrong turn? ❜❜
she thinks she recognizes the look. she thinks it's one she knows a little too well. but there's no certainty. and that alone makes her uneasy. she's usually more perceptive. but the girl in front of her isn't as e a s y to read as most.
❛❛ you okay? — you look lost. ❜❜
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"I’m Clara. We haven’t really met yet." “I look forward to it. Is there a problem?”
last time he changed, it happened right in front of her. it happened in a blink & she had been left speechless. she always knew he would change. that was what the doctor did. so why she finds herself staring at him, almost in d i s b l i e f, she doesn't really know.
❛❛ bit younger this time. ❜❜
for the most part, she's come to accept the strange & unusual. it's all part of traveling with the doctor. getting to see things that most people don't dare to even dream are real. getting to see the world & the u n i v e r s e. she's seen enough, lived through enough, to know that sometimes, you have to accept the unacceptable. not many things surprise her anymore. or at l east, they shouldn't. but she somehow finds herself able to be left speechless. breath caught in her throat. eyes wide. marveling at the wonders of the world. that is before she realizing something's gone terribly wrong. & she's not supposed to be in here. she's not even supposed to be in this time.
❛❛ sorry. tiny bit of an ask. ————— where am i? ❜❜
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and he’s glad for her company most of the time, how can he
not appreciate the gestures of an innocent girl? though does
she even know of the pain he may cause her, of the darkness
that he can infect her with? he doubts she’s even tried to think
about it like him, that she doesn’t spend time sitting upon stairs
and beds and sofas and chairs trying to think of all of the ways
he could potentially corrupt her soul. as soon as she comes
to him, he looks to her, he’s simply been reading nothing
evil occurring at all, and perhaps it’s better for her to see him
this way, with a deceiving little smile upon his cold face.
❝ Yes. Is something wrong? ❞
she isn't afraid of him. nor is she afraid of what he could do to her. maybe a teeny, tiny bit foolish on her part. but she can't bring herself to be frightened. she's more scared for him. she worries about what he could do to himself. what he already has done. and she knows, there's no going back. he's changed. she's changed. in it's own way, it's vicious cycle. she thinks about fixing him. but it's pointless. somewhere, she knows that. but she doesn't give up hope. because, she can't. he's too important to her. and maybe that's the whole reason she stays. he could destroy her if he wants.
❛❛ no. —— what're you reading? ❜❜
( each step is a t i n y bit more careful than the last. she isn't sure what to expect. she never is. but it never keeps her away. she's drawn to him like a moth to a flame. it doesn't matter how bad things get. how horrible they might seem. she's always there. )
❛❛ —————- doctor? doctor, are you here? ❜❜