Fic: Pieces and words (Doctor Who)

[flowsoffire]

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.

Comments

[arwen-elen.livejournal.com]

I really like the detail that went into this, it captures the tiny moments strung together into one long moment that exist between Clara and the Doctor, resurrecting the past, making it live in the present and carrying it into the future as Clara tells him to show her the world.

A really lovely snapshot of their time together :)

[flowsoffire.livejournal.com]

:D Thank you! I love trying to catch small moments like this, and Clara really didn't ask enough questions about some things, it had to be done. Or rather, she noticed things—the Doctor being at her mum's funeral, a picture of her turning up from Victorian London when she actually hadn't been but the Doctor wanted to take her, here it's his arrival into her life, the biggest thing—but in that mad whirlwind of adventures that is a companion's life, she just forgot… Anyway… See, that was a ramble, I do rambles often… You're exactly right about the sense of time, in a way they're just racing ahead, but the past is just ever so there in every little moment, in the mystery of each other, always standing out. You worded that just beautifully ^_^
Thank you, once more! ^_^