i'll be here to hold your hand

[ohshutup]

WHO: Clara Oswald and various
WHERE: De Chima
WHEN: February 1st - 28th
WHAT: Monthly catch-all
WARNINGS: n/a

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Comments

Cosima | 2/10

[ohshutup]

[It's been more than a week, and there hasn't been a word. Not a hint from Brianna, or the police, or anyone who might be able to help. Clara Oswald has never felt so helpless, not even in the face of the universe's worst evils. Here, sitting in their living room, tea cooling on the coffee table - this is the worst she thinks she could ever feel.

But at least neither of them are alone.]

Are you hungry?

[It's long past dinnertime, and neither of them have touched the food the old woman next door brought over on Wednesday.]

[doubleblind]

[Cosima hasn't gone to work the last couple days, she hasn't even bothered to send a double instead. It takes too much energy that she could be using to find Brianna. Cosima's says she's working from home and with her laptop open and a stack of notebooks beside her, it's a passable act, but it's still an act. In reality she's searching the internet for any signs of where Brianna might be. No reliable leads have come up and the only thing Cosima has developed from her search is a new hatred for imPort gossip sites.

She's staring at her computer screen when Clara speaks, re-reading the same three sentences of a journal article that is actually relevant to her job. Burying herself in science isn't the best coping method, but it's one she's very familiar with. She looks over at Clara, blinking and taking a moment to register the question. Her answer finally comes with a shrug and a forced smile.]

Not really. You?

[ohshutup]

[Clara can't even bring herself to force one. Shaking her head, she pulls their blanket tighter across her chest, and reaches out to slide an anchoring hand over Cosima's leg.]

I don't think I could eat air.

[Seven days. Eight nights. It's worse when the sun goes down, when she knows that Breeze could be out there in the dark. Somewhere in the distance, a siren howls down the interstate. It sounds like a lonely monster.]

[doubleblind]

[Cosima abandons her laptop, listing to one side to lean on Clara. The closeness is nice, despite the circumstances, a constant reminder that Clara isn't missing. Cosima's not sure what she'd do if they both went missing at the same time.]

Air wouldn't be worth eating, anyways. It has like, zero nutritional value.

[It's not the time for a science ramble, but it's Cosima's go to coping mechanism.]

[ohshutup]

[Clara gives the slightest huff of a laugh in reply to the factoid, but it doesn't make it to her face. She curls into her girlfriend, hooking one leg across hers to pull them closer.]

... I wanted her to be ours forever.

[doubleblind]

[Cosima wraps one arm around Clara protectively. She taps out a random pattern on Clara's back with her fingertips, needing somewhere to channel the nervous energy that's filled her since Brianna didn't come home that first night.]

I know, I know. So did I. We've got to believe that's still possible.

[ohshutup]

[And Clara wants to try. She truly does. But she's been trying for so long to keep hope about so, so many things - part of her, bitter and buried deep, wants to give into the sadness, to just lie down and waste away.]

... Do you ever daydream that we're normal? That we could... [She rubs a fist across her weary eyes.] I always wanted a family. White dress, picket fence, kids, all that. It's why I found us this house. It's why I wanted my heart back.

The Doctor | 2/15

[ohshutup]

It's not actually endless.

[Clara leans back in her seat, rubbing her forehead. She knew they wouldn't be able to make it through the first Weekly Best Friends Dinner Date without something going sideways, and in this case it starts with an "E" and ends with "-ndless Pasta Bowl".]

No one stole Time Lord tech to make a bottomless dinner plate, I promise.

[helpline]

[ The Doctor's flipping through the menu with a frown. Not only is the pasta bowl not endless but there's all these choices and not a kids menu! What the heck? Olive Garden had so much potential but now it's just whittling that potential away. ]

Well that's false advertising! They can get sued for that, you know.

[ There's a pause, as the Doctor closes the menu to look at the table. ]

Where're the crayons?

[ohshutup]

[Clara reaches into her purse and pulls out a sandwich baggie containing approximately twelve crayons - a new set, picked up on the way here.]

Color on your napkin.

thanks mom

[helpline]

But I wanted to color on the table,

[ the Doctor can't help but whine a little, with a frown. Still, he takes those crayons and starts spreading out his napkin, unfolding it all the way. He wanted to color on the table but he can make do with the napkin. ]

I don't know why more restaurants don't have the paper on the table for tablecloths option. You'd save a fortune in laundry bills.

[ohshutup]

[Clara reaches for the drinks menu, and leans back in her seat.]

You should leave them a formal complaint.

[helpline]

First the pasta bowl isn't endless, now they don't have paper on the tables...the next thing is, you'll tell me there aren't any olive trees here to begin with.

[ it's called Olive Garden so logically there must be an actual olive garden in the restaurant somewhere. ]

Spider Man | 2/15

[ohshutup]

[Clara wasn't trying to get into any trouble - honestly, she wasn't at all. She had just left dinner with the Doctor when she noticed the alarm sounding at the abandoned shop next door, and she couldn't just ignore it.

In retrospect, however, she supposes that she maybe shouldn't have come in here alone.]

Give back my bloody glasses!

[She's got the robber pinned to the floor next to the safe, but he seems to have a slight upper hand - he's snatched a pair of black Ray Bans right off her face, and is holding them just out of reach, despite a swelling black eye and shoes that seem to be... melted together at the soles???

Something strange and not entirely successful has happened here.]

[shutterbugged]

[ With either the best or worst timing in the world, Spider-Man bounds through the open doorway and makes a three-point landing. ]

Look, I know I'm supposed to be coming in here with a clever quip, but it's late, we're all tired, so howzabout I just web you up and--

[ He cuts himself off and leans forward, still in his low crouch. ]

Okay, I'm not sure I even wanna know what's going on here. Am I... interrupting something? 'Cause, not to kinkshame, but--

[ Headtilt. It took him a second, in this context, but he finally places one of those, er, faces. ]

--Clara?

[ohshutup]

[The new arrival surprises both Clara and her adversary, and the glasses clatter to the floor. Clara lunges for them, trying to keep the man pinned down in the process, but he's got at least a foot of height on her - even three years of school rugby aren't helping. She doesn't know who the masked latecomer is, or how he knows her, but she could used a little more than wisecracking right now.

Her voice is firm and commanding: ]

Get his arms! Get his-

[She finally manages to grab the sunglasses, right as the robber pulls loose, shoving her off and into the wall.]

[shutterbugged]

Hey!

[ Spidey leaps forward, grabbing the guy by the nape and scruffing him as easily as a kitten. ]

If you can't play nice, buddy, I'm putting you in time out.

[ He pins him to the wall and webs him in place in two short motions, then turns to Clara, offering her a hand. ]

Are you all right?

[ohshutup]

[Clara doesn't answer right away - first, she slips on the glasses and directs them at the robber's new prison.]

Silk. Impressive. That's real?

[Finally, she sees his hand.]

Oh. No, I'm fine. [She's had worse.] Rambo here's all bark.

[shutterbugged]

Unless you have a really good imagination, yes.

I didn't know you'd gotten into the crimefighting gig...? [ He says, intonation hovering between question and statement. ] Didn't really seem like your thing, if you don't mind my saying.

[ Because he still thinks of Clara in the context the first one he met here, years ago in both their timelines. ]

Daisy Johnson | 2/16

[ohshutup]

[Daisy will likely have a hell of a story to tell tomorrow - it's not every day that a woman in leather and sunglasses (at night???) bursts out of a window and lands in your path.]

Dammit. Sorry.

[She looks up at Daisy from her conveniently placed bush, wincing and rubbing her side. The second floor window lies in shards around the two of them, a few pieces of it stuck in Clara's jacket. This situation sure has turned into a mess.]

Are you alright?

[morethan084]

[Well that was a first, and hey she hadn't caused the glass to shatter for once. For a few seconds there Daisy wasn't even sure what the hell just happened until she saw Clara in the bush.

Okay, she's still not sure what happened besides the clear fact that she had fallen out of a window.]

Shouldn't I be asking you that?

[Daisy held her hand out for Clara to grab onto if she needed help getting up.]

Did you just get caught robbing a place?

[Obviously she didn't actually think that, otherwise she wouldn't be helping her up.]

[ohshutup]

[Clara takes the offered hand, pulling herself back onto her feet. At full height, it's apparent how much smaller than Daisy she is.]

Yeah, there's a whole stereo tucked in my back pocket. Glass didn't get you, did it?

[morethan084]

[Daisy's also wearing heeled boots. So Clara. Pulling back to help her out of the bush, Daisy looked up at the window again.]

No I'm good.

[If she had been paying attention she could've saved her from falling]

...What the hell happened?

[ohshutup]

[She points up at the busted window.]

Mobsters. Place was booby-trapped.

[Which... doesn't explain much.]

Can I borrow your mobile, perhaps?

[morethan084]

Wait.

[And she's looking up at the window again, and then around them. As if they would just show up.]

Seriously?

[Digging into her back pocket, Daisy pulled out her phone and handed it to her.]

Here. When you say mobsters, you mean actual mobsters?