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[ AND WITH THAT I DECLARE THIS ACCOUNT

                        ARCHIVED. ]

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                 “ mickey sounds like a chump. “ 

       the doctor commented, under her breath so that        rose wouldn’t hear her. she wasn’t sure why she        was being so rude, that was probably new.

                   “ tea sounds brilliant. “

 she was going to need it to get through this conversation. the doctor gave a nod toward rose’s mum, trying to ignore her nattering about compensation. she followed rose to the kitchen and leaned against the counter, inspecting the arm again as if it was going to come to life or something. it most likely would, if she was being honest here.

                “ real, actual aliens yeah. they’re made of plastic                   and called autons. i managed to stop most of                   them last night, but there’s a source. they need                   a transmitter type-thing. basically, i’m lookin’ for                   the mother ship: and you’re sort of interruptin’                   my investigation. “

                         there was that rudeness again. maybe                          she should work on that. “ sorry. “

                             she was just a little cranky.

❝ well, it is my flat. told mickey to chuck that thing. shocked it’s still here.”

        rose didn’t quite realize that the arm         wasn’t  still  there  because  mickey        hadn’t chucked it but because it had        crawled back. she rolled her eyes at        the doctor’s instance about trying to        stop an invasion.

          ❝ i still don’t believe you’re stoppin             an invasion. sounds a bit loony.             care for a cup of tea?”

as far as rose was concerned, she wanted to  make sure her mum couldn’t  say  that she   was   rude  for  not  offering  the   girl anything  to  drink. not quite  sure  how  to introduce   the  doctor  t o her  mum,   she simply  said, “mum, the girl from work  is here. be nice.”

   ❝ so. what’s this invasion you’re sayin     about? like, actual, real aliens?”

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“ it’s one of my many talents. “

        she quipped. clara flashed him a smile and winked.         she stood as he  continued  talking, and smoothed         out her dress. upon hearing  his  question, she had         to think about it.

                                        “ oh! “

                         she remembered a few patrons  speaking  about                          it two nights ago. what was it? she thought a bit                          more, and suddenly it hit her what it was. 

      “ a dozen or so men--- they went missing a few          nights ago. workin’ on a project. one of those          one off jobs at a big mansion. except no one          came back out. it wasn’t given much notice,          they were homeless. that somethin’?”

The Doctor’s face fell but he quickly recovered. “Right, of course. Children to care for and such.” What was wrong with him? He’d just met this woman and he was already crushed that it seemed her responsibilities would keep her from following him away to the stars. 

“Well, brilliant, we best get to work then.” He managed a smile. “Where to start?” He pondered. “Ah! You’re local, tell me, have you noticed anything strange going on lately, anything at all?”

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BABY FLUFF

she had to say, a perk of being pregnant with a time traveler’s baby was that she wasn’t giving birth in her own time. in the future, technology was so advanced, it was hard for the victorian native to wrap her head around it. still, in 2015, clara oswin oswald gave birth to a little boy.

             once he was placed in her arms,              she fell completely in love. she              was fighting back tears, gazing              upon him. still, clara being clara,              she directed her words at the              doctor.

   “ surprised he didn’t come out with space hair. “

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“ ‘s not your fault. we both could’ve avoided this---    but i-- i can’t say i regret it. “

            how could she regret this beautiful life in her arms?

                    “ yeah, just about a year to go: we’ll be okay. “

this pregnancy was hard. constant questions about the mystery father, the disappointed look in the eyes of her parents, the whispers and rumors, but staring at this bundle in her arms made her forget all of it in an instant.

                     their   time  together   had  been  limited  after                      she  told  her  parents  about  her  pregnancy.                      she’d  told  them  she  met a  guy at a school                      party  and  slept  with  him,  and then he was                      never seen  again. they had, of  course been                      very upset, but she was their daughter.  that                      didn’t stop them from grounding her though.

                    that gave very little time to talk about names.

   when john spoke, clara smiled. that name, it just fit.

                    “ hello, henry. “

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BABY FLUFF

despite the circumstances of the entire pregnancy, clara’s eyes just lit up the moment the newborn was handed to her. she held the little boy close, afraid to let him go. she still had no idea what they were going to do—- there was still loads to figure out. but in that moment, all she could see was her beautiful healthy baby boy who had stopped crying and was now trying to open his eyes.

        “ he’s beautiful. “

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clara wished she was surprised at the girl’s reaction. it was quite a normal reaction, really. the idea of time travel being very much possible was just absurd-- especially to americans, clara supposed. still, she stood there, waiting for the laughter to stop.

allison’s question did bring a small smile to her face.

            “ afraid not. i’m from this time: i just travel to                the future. and the past. and a lot of space. “

                              clara offered allison a sympathetic smile.

“ i was shocked at first as well.    even went so far as to accuse    my friend of luring me into a            snog box. “

                                she laughed at the memory.

                              she blinked at the strange woman –                                                    once,                                                        twice,                                                              && then LAUGHED.                        the sound was disbelieving, slightly incredulous, as she            waited for clara’s face to break from its serious expression with            a grin of her own, probably throw in a ‘gotcha!’ as she shook            her own head && began to actually explain her current situation            because time travelling? && ALIENS?                        allison’s seen a lot of things, but there had to be SOME            line – – a point where the impossible really was the impossible            && just unfathomable. she heard a tiny, cynical voice at the back            of her head that sounded a lot like her ( absolutely psychotic ) aunt            kate, telling her to just laugh through this because no WAY any             normal person could remain sane living in a world with the            knowledge that every creature of the night imaginable was, in fact,            REAL; the young woman vaguely wondered what she’d think of            something like this – of being able to actually. travel. through TIME.                        && maybe that’s why she laughed; because no matter how             insane the other girl sounded right now, something in the pit of              allison’s stomach churned at how very possible it was that clara’s             words carried some variation of truth && hey, maybe finding amuse-             ment in it could keep her head from blowing up at the crazy shit             life seemed to introduce to her at every corner she turned.                          but she felt the smile beginning to fade with every moment              that passed, clara’s expression unchanging, && finally just sighed             as she used her thumb && index finger to pinch the bridge of her             nose. she peeked at clara from under dark lashes && eyed the              english woman warily as she voiced a question, her voice meek;

                        “just one: you’re not about to tell me that you’re from the             future – – – RIGHT?”

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BABY FLUFF

it wasn’t normal anymore for a time lady to actually carry a child, though that wasn’t the case anymore. this child, she was only part time lady. part gallifreyan, technically.

         still, inside the new and improved torchwood          hub, clara held her little time lady in her arms.

               it  wasn’t  like  they  could’ve gone to                a normal hospital, and after rebuilding,                they had a doctor on hand.

                             “ she’s got two hearts. “

           clara stated, her eyes never leaving the baby’s.            she was sleeping, and clara was in awe at this            life.

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Why don't you just tell the Doctor the truth before it's too late, I mean you'll show before long here and you know how he is. He loves you, Clara. If anything this will thrill him.

“ i don’t know what you’re talking about. “

          that was a lie.

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