#clara x eleven x abaddon

[thebossofthesnoggingbooth]

the devil at my door || Clara, Abaddon, and Eleven

Despite the blanket she had her lap and leaning against the warm body of the time lord beside her on the couch, Clara couldn't stop being cold. Perhaps she was becoming sick with something, or maybe it was just the usual as always. She was always cold. George liked to say it was because she had no meat on her. Whether that was true or not, it didn't help her any. After trying to get the blanket situated on her to cover her properly, she finally gave up and moved her legs out from under her. She went to the nearest closet to the door, where a few of her favorite jackets and sweaters hung. Picking a warm sweater, she pulled it on and barely had closed the door when there was a knock at the door. 

She had tried to fill the Doctor in with all the things that had happened and the people she had met when she had been looking for him. She was sure she had briefly mentioned Abbie in passing, but she had forgotten to tell him that Abbie knew him and was looking for him. Clara gasped in surprised, a wide smile appearing on her face when she saw her new friend, Abbie, on her doorstep. "Abbie! It's nice to see you." She said, opening the door wider to let the redhead in. "Oh! I completely forgot about telling him you were looking for him. I'm so sorry. My mind's been a little preoccupied lately. But you're in luck! He's here." She said, the excitement in her voice impossible to miss as she gestured her inside.