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maskormenacelogs2014-07-27 10:19 am
parallels) wrote in maskormenacelogs2014-07-27 10:19 am
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we could have a small reunion
WHO: Clara and the Doctor
WHERE: A Tea shop in downtown.
WHEN: Backdated to last weekend
WHAT: Serious business (kinda).
WARNINGS: None.
Clara gripped the instructions to the shop that the Doctor had given her tightly in her hand as she glanced up to compare what he had drawn to where she was. Of course, the Doctor didn't do written step instructions. That wasn't his style. But for him, these were rather thankfully clear. A cup of tea would do a lot for her, even if it wouldn't be as comfortingly familiar as she would have wanted. Edgeworth's words still echoed in her head.
"You need to manage him"
"He named you as his handler, however you seem uninterested in the role."
Anger and indigence bubbled up inside of her. What did he know of her? Of her role and her abilities? He seemed like a person who made a lot of assumptions about others to protect his own ideas. But the question still remained. What had the Doctor done to instill this concern in Edgeworth? As rude as the man seemed, the concerns he presented seem to have been genuine.
Nearly tripping in her haste to correct her direction to avoid missing the turn, she arrived at the designated destination. And indeed, there was the Doctor, floppy haired and bowtie-dressed, sitting in the outside of a cafe that was shamefully attempting to imitate a European style. He waved her down and she waved back and moved towards him. It was a little bit of deja vu, like the day the spoonheads attacked and they had met in a cafe.
Clara slides into the seat across from and before he can say anything, she cuts him off, "What happened?"
WHERE: A Tea shop in downtown.
WHEN: Backdated to last weekend
WHAT: Serious business (kinda).
WARNINGS: None.
Clara gripped the instructions to the shop that the Doctor had given her tightly in her hand as she glanced up to compare what he had drawn to where she was. Of course, the Doctor didn't do written step instructions. That wasn't his style. But for him, these were rather thankfully clear. A cup of tea would do a lot for her, even if it wouldn't be as comfortingly familiar as she would have wanted. Edgeworth's words still echoed in her head.
"You need to manage him"
"He named you as his handler, however you seem uninterested in the role."
Anger and indigence bubbled up inside of her. What did he know of her? Of her role and her abilities? He seemed like a person who made a lot of assumptions about others to protect his own ideas. But the question still remained. What had the Doctor done to instill this concern in Edgeworth? As rude as the man seemed, the concerns he presented seem to have been genuine.
Nearly tripping in her haste to correct her direction to avoid missing the turn, she arrived at the designated destination. And indeed, there was the Doctor, floppy haired and bowtie-dressed, sitting in the outside of a cafe that was shamefully attempting to imitate a European style. He waved her down and she waved back and moved towards him. It was a little bit of deja vu, like the day the spoonheads attacked and they had met in a cafe.
Clara slides into the seat across from and before he can say anything, she cuts him off, "What happened?"
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He's certain to take a moment to catch her eyes, make sure she's properly focused on him, his smile tweaking and growing into something stronger as he settles his own attention in completely on her.
"You're brilliant, Clara. In everything. You are brilliant."
He won't fail her. If there's one thing he won't allow himself to do, it's fail her. Now that she's here to keep him sane, now that he's shared how vital she is with a person who will hold her to it, it's his responsibility not to let her down.
With that message shared, he releases her and sits back... only to lift an empty cup off the tray sitting next to him and push it in her direction.
"And ready for tea!"
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But for the stoic and calm response inside, everything is racing. It's all fire and ice and it's only years of experience that allow her to separate the exterior from interior. She and the Doctor have been together for awhile now, but still, when he praises her like this it takes her breath away. It's like he sees her, really sees her and her place in the world. No echoes, no ghosts, just Clara Oswald and all her glory.
She won't let him down.
"Oh." She blinks when he raises the cup and pushes it to her. Then her brow furrows. "You did remember to order us the tea, didn't you?"
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Oh. Right. Tea. He's got the cups, yes, but the pot does seem suspiciously absent, doesn't it? His sheepish expression is absolutely going to have to speak for him, because he's not about to elaborate on the fact that no, no, apparently not.