A time to slumber
Title: A time to slumber.
Author: fate_incomplete
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Mild spoilers for The Snowmen and The Name of the Doctor.
Characters: Clara, Eleven
Word Count: 290
A/N: Written for the who_contest prompt - Bad Weather
Summary: Snow settles in over London, 1893, and wakes a slumbering Clara...
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Clara looked out at the falling snow, watching it drift slowly down, its passage warped by the thick glass. Despite the almost lazy pace, drifts were gathering in the alley outside. Her hand stilled as she reached to clear away empty tankards on the table by the window, fingers resting on the table edge instead as she leant forward onto her toes, looking up at the dark clouds outside. She could feel the chill of the snow laden air on her cheeks despite the fact she was tucked away in the warmth of the Rose & Crown.
"Nasty business this weather," a customer grumbled at the next table, wrapping an oversized coat around himself.
"I love snow," she replied absently.
It made her feel alive, though she had no idea why, she wasn't even truly conscious of the sentiment. Just strangely invigorated, a tingle running across the skin of her neck, her lips tipped slightly in a smile as she looked up at the clouds.
The man's unimpressed grunt startled Clara back to the smoky tavern and tankards that weren't going to clear themselves. She went about her work all smiles and cheek. The moment of wistfulness almost forgotten, though in the back of her mind it spiraled its way along her synapses, spooled across forgotten memories, and settled around an identity that slumbered and waited, lost amongst a million lives lived across time and space....until she stepped outside and saw it...
"Did you make this snowman?" she asked.
Looking up at the strange man who stopped and slowly turned around, Clara was caught by the sorrow in his eyes, and an indistinct, forgotten voice somewhere deep inside her that called out...'I was born to save him'...
So she did. Every time.
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Author: fate_incomplete
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Mild spoilers for The Snowmen and The Name of the Doctor.
Characters: Clara, Eleven
Word Count: 290
A/N: Written for the who_contest prompt - Bad Weather
Summary: Snow settles in over London, 1893, and wakes a slumbering Clara...
.......................
Clara looked out at the falling snow, watching it drift slowly down, its passage warped by the thick glass. Despite the almost lazy pace, drifts were gathering in the alley outside. Her hand stilled as she reached to clear away empty tankards on the table by the window, fingers resting on the table edge instead as she leant forward onto her toes, looking up at the dark clouds outside. She could feel the chill of the snow laden air on her cheeks despite the fact she was tucked away in the warmth of the Rose & Crown.
"Nasty business this weather," a customer grumbled at the next table, wrapping an oversized coat around himself.
"I love snow," she replied absently.
It made her feel alive, though she had no idea why, she wasn't even truly conscious of the sentiment. Just strangely invigorated, a tingle running across the skin of her neck, her lips tipped slightly in a smile as she looked up at the clouds.
The man's unimpressed grunt startled Clara back to the smoky tavern and tankards that weren't going to clear themselves. She went about her work all smiles and cheek. The moment of wistfulness almost forgotten, though in the back of her mind it spiraled its way along her synapses, spooled across forgotten memories, and settled around an identity that slumbered and waited, lost amongst a million lives lived across time and space....until she stepped outside and saw it...
"Did you make this snowman?" she asked.
Looking up at the strange man who stopped and slowly turned around, Clara was caught by the sorrow in his eyes, and an indistinct, forgotten voice somewhere deep inside her that called out...'I was born to save him'...
So she did. Every time.
.......................