[ Clara's been debating whether or not to talk to the Doctor. It's been a few days since the mission they went on with Leia, and she can't stay away. It was never going to happen anyway; she can't just ignore him, can't pretend like he isn't here even if she wants to.
For the last few days, she's stayed in her small little flat, finally giving in and doing a little bit of decorating with plants and art, a shelf with books. She's planning on seeing about a job in the library but for now, what she has will do.
It's late when she finally decides on a course of action, pulling out her phone and sending a text. She knows he'll be up, but she doesn't really expect a response. ]
I don't know how much this means considering you don't know how rare this is but I'm sorry. I haven't been fair to you.
Can we call a truce? Start brand new? No forcing memories of anything. I just miss your stupid voice and your angry eyebrows when they're not being angry at me.
[The Doctor has been keeping busy since the missions what with the information he had gleaned from the outpost. He had managed to prevent anything from happening to Clara and Leia, but it didn’t mean that he could take care of them both all the time. He knew now that Leia had a twin brother and plenty of people to watch after her - but what about Clara?
She was still a mystery. An enigma that made the white noise grow both quieter and louder at the same time as if his mind was screaming to tell him something he already knew. An enigma that loved him. It terrified him. He did what he could to quiet his mind by not thinking about it at all which was a difficult task; he loved a mystery. But helping to tend to medical experiments with the Troop’s samples, puzzle over technology with Tech and fix and build things in his spare time seemed to help.
In fact he’s neck deep in trying to build something that involves glow sticks when his phone chimes. It takes him some time to reply, not realizing that his hearts are hammering against his chest.]
I’ll take your word for an apology being rare but I could have wagered a guess when you’re as bossy as you are.
[He can’t help the sass. But then a beat later - ]
[ Clara's eyes roll but she waits and is rewarded for her patience.
She didn't know what to expect, truthfully. Silence, if she'd actually thought about it. He ignores things when he really really doesn't want to deal with feelings. And these are big feelings, she knows. So she's relieved and exhales at his next message, closing her eyes and swallowing back the fear of rejection.
What she does know is that she has to be careful now with her words, her feelings. She has to go back to a time before she ever knew she loved him enough to die a million deaths. At least over text, she can fake a tone. ]
Doctor Mysterio? Did you join a superhero gang in the future?
[ Trying to detach herself from him is gonna be hard when he makes references to the first face of his she ever loved. It takes her a few seconds to respond, swallowing back the lump in her throat. ]
[ This was such a mistake. She stares at the words for a few seconds, not even sure what to say in return because everything has too much feeling attached. The screen blurs and after blinking to clear the tears away she sticks to her promise, not bringing up anything about what he should or shouldn't know.
It's been a long time since you've called me that is what she wants to say. ]
I got you to call me the boss so yeah, I guess that's about right. I accept.
[And there he is without a care in the world just thinking it's fine. They aren't fighting. That's a step in the direction. Or at least he thinks it is.]
What isn't there to know about it? It's a good name. It's exactly the kind of name you'd want for a superhero.
[The Doctor's actually kicked his door ajar for once so he can hear her while he works. No he's not like some excited puppy waiting for his owner to return he's just happy that they aren't fighting. That they're trying to move past...whatever it was they were going through.]
[ It takes a few seconds for Clara to decide she isn't backing out and makes her to his flat. She feels like she has to be careful, and she wants to be without making him feeling like he's doing something wrong.
Knocking softly on the doorframe she smiles just a little. ]
[He pushes back with a little bit of force from his chair that he's commandeered from somewhere else in the compound to spin around to face her. He's still got his microscope goggles on and he probably looks a bit silly.]
Were the pores on your nose always that big? [He pushes them up onto his head without waiting for an answer.] Ah nope, normal size. And yes I did. Sassy keeps sending them to me I might as well try to keep up.
Did you know she's a princess? She could probably you imprisoned or something if she didn't like that nickname.
[ But Clara's teasing gently and she does press her lips together to keep from laughing at how silly he looks before he pushes the goggles up his head. ]
Not that she would. She likes you. And I happen to know sassy people who can stand up to your snark are your favorite type. [ see: her and River. And if she'd known them, Donna and Amy. ]
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