Fic: Pieces and words (Doctor Who)
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Title: Pieces and words
Author: flowsoffire
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing/characters: Clara, Eleven
Genre: Mystery/Friendship
Rating: K+
Word count: c. 300
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Summary: Words fly between them, quickly, back and forth. Clara, watchful, weighs hers, attempts to find her way in the stream of the Doctor's. Words are only words, be they many or one. Who, he thinks—why, she asks. Neither answers.
Author's note: Just a random little dialogue fic, because Clara and Eleven are cool and I like the way they dance and shift around each other. Also because she's quick and clever, way enough to realize that a lot of things about the Doctor and herself aren't as random as they look. Anyway. In which Clara isn't the only mystery. Enjoy!
"A lady in a shop gave me a number, and in you popped," she said conversationally, leaning against the console.
A pause.
"Yes, possibly, probably, indeed. And who was that?" He scratched his cheek.
"Oh, I don't know, how would I know? Someone."
She was watching her own hands, sprawled over gray-blue metal, then her gaze leaped up, she twirled on her heel and looked at him again. Eyes scanning quickly, sliding smoothly up and down—and back up, searching his expression. He fumbled, straightened his bowtie. Clara frowned. "Where did you come from?" she demanded.
"A long time ago. I was staying at a monastery, do you know, they really were lovely and I think the robe suited me ever so well… A bit of quiet, vacation of sorts, very sweet. Time to think and figure things out, love me a change of location, speaking of! Where to now, eh? Where are we off to, Clara Oswald?"
Voice rising in excitement, he pointed a finger at her, her name slipping fast and soft—maybe, was there the slightest tremble—from his mouth. Pensive, she did not budge.
"Why me?"
"Because you! Because Clara Oswin Oswald. You then, you always. Do I need a reason? You were, are perfect." Still pointing at her, he narrowed his eyes in a way that did not quite fit the excited face, pressed his lips together and forced himself to silence. She raised an eyebrow.
"You really picked up that Oswin thing, didn't you?"
"It's a cool name. I like that name."
"Well then, Doctor." A sigh, and a smile. She aimed them both at him, gift and warning, with a look that said, I'll ask again. "Go ahead. Show me the world."
He clapped and laughed in glee, and she watched him still, irked and amused.
Author: flowsoffire
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing/characters: Clara, Eleven
Genre: Mystery/Friendship
Rating: K+
Word count: c. 300
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Summary: Words fly between them, quickly, back and forth. Clara, watchful, weighs hers, attempts to find her way in the stream of the Doctor's. Words are only words, be they many or one. Who, he thinks—why, she asks. Neither answers.
Author's note: Just a random little dialogue fic, because Clara and Eleven are cool and I like the way they dance and shift around each other. Also because she's quick and clever, way enough to realize that a lot of things about the Doctor and herself aren't as random as they look. Anyway. In which Clara isn't the only mystery. Enjoy!
"A lady in a shop gave me a number, and in you popped," she said conversationally, leaning against the console.
A pause.
"Yes, possibly, probably, indeed. And who was that?" He scratched his cheek.
"Oh, I don't know, how would I know? Someone."
She was watching her own hands, sprawled over gray-blue metal, then her gaze leaped up, she twirled on her heel and looked at him again. Eyes scanning quickly, sliding smoothly up and down—and back up, searching his expression. He fumbled, straightened his bowtie. Clara frowned. "Where did you come from?" she demanded.
"A long time ago. I was staying at a monastery, do you know, they really were lovely and I think the robe suited me ever so well… A bit of quiet, vacation of sorts, very sweet. Time to think and figure things out, love me a change of location, speaking of! Where to now, eh? Where are we off to, Clara Oswald?"
Voice rising in excitement, he pointed a finger at her, her name slipping fast and soft—maybe, was there the slightest tremble—from his mouth. Pensive, she did not budge.
"Why me?"
"Because you! Because Clara Oswin Oswald. You then, you always. Do I need a reason? You were, are perfect." Still pointing at her, he narrowed his eyes in a way that did not quite fit the excited face, pressed his lips together and forced himself to silence. She raised an eyebrow.
"You really picked up that Oswin thing, didn't you?"
"It's a cool name. I like that name."
"Well then, Doctor." A sigh, and a smile. She aimed them both at him, gift and warning, with a look that said, I'll ask again. "Go ahead. Show me the world."
He clapped and laughed in glee, and she watched him still, irked and amused.
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Date: 2013-06-18 09:05 pm (UTC)Seriously, I must read more of your things...
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Date: 2013-06-18 09:09 pm (UTC)*grinning from ear to ear* Well, I'd be delighted. For the record, the gloomy widower!Doctor piece your meta inspired (I think I mentioned it in the comment…) is coming up, hopefully won't be too long…
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Date: 2013-06-21 09:53 pm (UTC)Great line by the way! Sharp and teensy bit cat and mouse.
It's quite a perfect little piece, very dancing and twirling!
Stupid favourite line. The rhythm is perfect, the tone delicious, the characterisation spot-on. The Doctor should have the first sentence tattooed on his forehead.
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Date: 2013-06-23 09:03 am (UTC)People doubting and questioning the Doctor is always great, especially since it doesn’t happen so often. Clara does do it. And that’s a part of Donna’s awesomeness too ;)
All his slips are like tiny punctures and she catches them. But doesn't budge.
♥
As before the "Do not open door" in the TARDIS, she knows it might be dangerous and he should not entirely be trusted, but jump in anyway.
"Anything might happen to you." / "That’s what I’m counting on."
Sharp and teensy bit cat and mouse.
It's quite a perfect little piece, very dancing and twirling!
Squee! Glad it had that effect. :D
"Yes, possibly, probably, indeed. And who was that?" Stupid favourite line.
Mine too, omfg. It just happened, like I’d heard Eleven say it.
The Doctor should have the first sentence tattooed on his forehead.
*giggles*
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Date: 2013-06-27 12:39 pm (UTC)shamelessly putting my headcanon characterisation before the show ;)
DO it, it is an order. Because your headcanons are wonderful and make more sense than the show! Also, we are still writing fanfics; leaping from AUs to AUs, constantly.
Squee! Glad it had that effect.
In fact, it reminded me a little of
Mine too, omfg.
Curiouser and curiouser...
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Date: 2013-06-27 01:12 pm (UTC)I still love the ambiguity and edginess between them, but I see what you mean…
DO it, it is an order. Because your headcanons are wonderful and make more sense than the show!
krkrkr I just turned an awfully bright shade of red…
Also, we are still writing fanfics; leaping from AUs to AUs, constantly.
Haha, I'm wrestling with that Eleven/River pre-Snowmen fic I wrote WAYYY before the finale atm… Originally thought I'd leave it as it was and make it AU because rewriting it would have thrown the whole dynamic I meant it to have off balance, but now I'm actually adapting it… We'll see how it turns out.
In fact, it reminded me a little of honeynoir's tone, even if your styles are still scrumptiously distinctive.
That's still a great compliment :D
Curiouser and curiouser...
*winks*
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Date: 2013-06-27 06:18 pm (UTC)I just turned an awfully bright shade of red…
We are just awful, aren't we?
Originally thought I'd leave it as it was and make it AU because rewriting it would have thrown the whole dynamic I meant it to have off balance, but now I'm actually adapting it…
It would be a shame; good luck!
;)
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Date: 2013-06-27 06:21 pm (UTC)Good point. And for ages we were wondering whether she WAS a thing, but turns out that she wasn't… ;)
We are just awful, aren't we?
Beyond redemption.
It would be a shame; good luck!
Thank you! :) I hope it works out, but it just seemed too lazy to go "whatever, I didn't know back when I wrote it…".
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Date: 2013-06-22 02:48 pm (UTC)A really lovely snapshot of their time together :)
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Date: 2013-06-22 06:22 pm (UTC)Thank you, once more! ^_^
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